Nyctophobia(Glamrock Freddy x Reader)

A Twisted Fate

(Chapter 10.)

Never thought I'd find myself in this position.

My head was throbbing in so much pain. My eyelids feeling heavy as my head rolled, making me groan. Before I accidentally whacked it against something hard behind me, making it scream more in pain.

"Fucking hell..." I whined, trying to move my arms up to my face only to freeze.

My arms are stuck...I slowly looked down. Thats when I start feeling the rough, itchy surface of hard rope wrapped around my arms and a body. Wait- a body!?

"God...Y/N can you NOT whack my head? I have a terrible migrane as it is..." A familiar deep voice spoke as I laugh.

I pulled my head back laying on Max's shoulder who just groaned at me again.

"I suppose we both have that same problem.." It is true anyways. My head is throbbing back and fourth with a terrible ringing in my ears.

Will it ever shut up.

"How did you even get caught anyways? I never knew you'd give in that easily." I teased.

"If I wasn't tied up I would have whacked the back of your head." Max threatened as I laugh in response.

"I'm not joking, Y/N."

Well his tone was deadly serious which ended with me shutting up quickly. I kept my head laying on the males body. Thats when suddenly my smelling senses decided to work with me after this entire long time. Taking in a small, deep breath, I immediately wanted to gag.

Regretting about breathing, a horrid stench rigging the dark large room. It smelled of rotten, burning of trashbags filled with spoiled milk. Its like death just visited the room...

"What is that disgusting smell...?" I finally asked, hearing Max chuckle- soon turning into a laugh as his shoulders went up and down.

Moving my head away so I don't have to be in anymore pain.

"Max...what is it.."

"Oh Y/N...you're not going to like the answer..." He chuckled.

"Just tell me shithead."

"Its a pile of dead rats-"
"WHAT!?"

"God not so loud please..." Max cringed.

"Oh hell no! HELLL NO! We gotta get out of here!" I moved my head and started to squirm around as Max just groaned.

"Look, I'm wounded, tired- have a major headache. Can we please just...wait? Lets...relax. You never got much of a chance, did you?" Thats right, Max was wounded.

I mentally face palmed myself. How dumb am I? Stressing about rotting rats rather than my own friend!? Friend....my heart dropped. It felt so weird calling him friend.

"Right...I'm sorry. How bad are those wounds?" I mentioned.

"Well if they were terribly bad I wouldn't be talking would I?"

"Don't tempt me little boy."

Max snorted at my comment, which ended up with both of us giggling.

"God its been a long time since we could ever y'know...hang out." Max said as it was now his turn to lay his head on my shoulder.

"Would've been better if we weren't kidnapped- or- trapped. Wherever the fuck we are." I mentioned.

"Yeah...true..."

It was now just a moment of silence. It was comfortable silence. At least I got trapped in with someone I...I really liked. I smiled at that thought.

"My headache is slowly going away. What about you..?"