D E R A I L E D [Smii7y x Reader]

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Smii7y jolted awake, forehead riddled with cold sweat. Y/N jumped awake at the sudden movement, turning over to his side of the bed.

"Smits?" Y/N turned to put a hand on his head to check his temperature. He obviously looked sick, he was sweating in a cold environment.

"Its just a cold sweat, dont worry." Smii7y tried to shoo her away but failed inevitably.

A voice in the back of his head was urking him. As he continued thinking about his nightmare, he noticed what time it was. It was still early, around 4 in the morning.

Y/N pressed a loving, slow kiss to his cheek, in hopes of calming him from whatever happened.

"Do you mind telling me? Maybe itll help you sleep." She ran her fingers through his hair, sleepily scratching his head gently.

"Oh no, it was just some normal nightmare..." he trailed off, finally succumbing to his slumber again. He loved the feeling of her scracting his head, it always felt so calming.

He dwelled on the meaning of the nightmare as he sleepily closed his eyes. What could it have meant? Why was it specifically a car crash?

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Y/N carefully flipped a pan with pancakes in it, making everyone in the immediate vicinity cheer. Pezzy laughed in delight, as he just came to visit and didnt expect such talent.

"This ones for pezzy." She concluded, putting whatever toppings he wanted on top before adjusting her chef hat. The chef hat had 'im y/n' embroidered onto its band.

Now taking off the 'if burnt return to smii7y' apron, and turning to the man himself, smii7y stared into her soul.

He, in turn, wore a matching apron with 'if undercooked return to y/n' with a chef hat, reading 'im Smii7y'.

They giggled after eyeing eachothers kitchen fashion. After breakfast had finished, Y/N noticed something off about pezzy.

Throughout his stay, he got more fidgety, even mumbling here and there. Y/N knew something was up, but she couldnt place her finger on it.

She would notice how his clothes would fold in indescribable ways, his mumbles being directed towards someone, and his eyes darting to specific places.

He was talking to someone.

Someone she couldnt see.

Y/N wasnt all that interested in ghosts and the paranormal, but she couldnt deny that ghosts were real.

She still remembers how sometimes she would see her mother and father greeting her in the nighttime when she couldnt sleep.

"Quinn, keep it down!"

Now alone with Y/N, pezzy mumbled just a little too loudly.

With the information of someones name, an iridescent figure formed in front of y/n.

"Oh, so this is who youve been talking to." Y/N kept it low, waving at 'Quinn'. The ghost, now startled, waved back, but hid behind pezzy.

"S-she can see me?"

"And i can hear you too."

"Wha!"

"You can see them?"

"I guess i can only see them when i have direct information about them." Y/N added, cracking her knuckles and checking if anyone was listening.

Thankfully, the coast was clear. Quinn and Y/N hit it off with a great start, putting fidgeting pezzy at ease. Puffer and grizzy had noticed his behavior when hes around them, and they werent taking nicely to it.

Droid took notice of it, but brushed it off as anxiety. Pezzy told Y/N all about it, with Y/N listening it made him feel alot better about it.

"They might send me to an asylum."

"What the fuck?!" Y/N whisper-screamed, brows pinched.

"Listen pezzy, if you ever need an escape, text me or call me. I'll help you." She patted his back. Smii7y, matt, puffer and grizzy were off playing warzone so she was sure their conversation wasnt being heard.

"I just..feel like a powerless kid. Puffer and grizzy just feel like brooding, overbearing parents. Im an adult, im fine. I just dont feel fine."

Y/N pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back a little bit.

"We do have a spare room, if you ever need it. Im sure the boys wont mind."

Now, somewhere around 10pm, Y/N dropped onto her bed alone, then proceeded to cling onto a bodypillow.

Wait a minute...i have a smii7y. Let me just get the real thing!

And so she pranced into his room, watching him shut down his pc. She sneaked a long, sloppy kiss to his cheek, pulling him on the bed.

"Sleep." She held smii7y tightly. Almost on command, he giggled, humming his appreciation before falling asleep.
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Y/N happily ran through the house, enjoying herself while M/N and D/N, her parents, were in the livingroom watching  a movie with her siblings.

A smile prominent on Y/Ns face with her little partner in crime as they dashed through the house and outside. The near-white paved pathway with pebbles scattered everywhere nearly made Y/N trip.

Her see-through skin shined slightly withe the bright sun shining directly onto it, outlining her sort of. Prune-wibble, her baby tabby, meowed and ventured into the tiny bushes, pretending it was a lavish forest with many animals.

Y/N giggled, following him through it until he came out the other side, stroking his patterned fur gently. He purred on her hand, prompting a little giggle.

"I love you, you mischievous little tabby."

"Y/N, come inside! It looks like it might rain!" M/N called, so she went back inside.

But as she was about to enter the door, one quick glance at her hands derailed her train of thought. They were solid, not transparent like they'd always been.

Prune knocked her out of her thoughts, leading her into the house with loud meows.

As she made her way back upstairs, the facade was over. Something was obviously wrong with her. Then the screaming started.

"This family is falling apart because of your mistakes!"