A True Fucking Magical Disaster (Madoka Magica x Male Reader)

Epilogue

(Y/n)'s POV

...BEEP...

...BEEP...

...BEEP...

Those were the only sounds that I had heard. I was floating around in a black space, similar to when I went unconscious after Raspberry had hugged me unconscious.

But how did I end up like this a second time? Looking back, I try to recall how I ended up where I am now. Though the only thing I really do recall is just lounging on my bed after I cuddled Raspberry.

Come to think of it, I pretty much laid there the entire day after that. So why was I floating around in nothingness again? Did something happen while I was just staring at the ceiling?

That was when I heard voices. However, the female voice that I heard didn't sound like Madoka, Homura, or Raspberry. Instead, it was someone who sounded like a woman.

???: He's going to be okay, right?

??? 2: Yeah, definitely.

???: He's been comatose for two whole weeks! I'm worried for him!

Those near-indistinct voices...one of them was masculine, and the other sounded a lot like my mother. It was probably some sort of accident that I had while I was asleep.

I had done this before, so I'll do it again. Since all that I saw was nothing but the blackness of my real-self's unconsciousness, I began to try and perceive myself back to reality.

Closing my eyes as tight as I could, I began to try and bring myself back to the bed that I was currently on. It was more of an internal struggle than an external struggle, but that was irrelevant as of this moment.

However, it wasn't working. But when I did that last time, it had worked, and I was able to successfully wake up in the hospital bed. But it wasn't working here. Maybe I was a little too tense?

If that was the case, I proceeded to try again. Instead of closing my eyes tightly, I closed them lightly, as if I were going to fall asleep within my subconscious. I could feel some resonance within me, almost as if my mind was trying to find its way back to my real body.

And that's when I felt my mind and my physical conscious become one once more. This feeling was all too familiar within me, and I could feel my back resting against a mattress and a blanket covering the front of my body. However, my vision was still black.

My fingers began twitching, and I could feel my eyebrows becoming furrowed. When I tried opening my eyes, a small white crack had appeared across the black, providing me a blurry fraction of an image of what appeared to be white walls of a room.

Doctor: Looks like he's finally regaining consciousness. I gotta say, your son's a real fighter.

I was almost there, just a little bit more. Relaxing my entire body, I tried getting my eyes to open up once more. Slowly and slowly, I slid my eyes open like the doors of a closet or Japanese shoji screens. Sure enough, I was able to find myself on a hospital bed, just like that time before I fought Walpurgisnacht with Raspberry and Homura.

When I had looked around, however, only my mother was there as well as my father. Madoka, Raspberry, nor Homura had been there. I was, however, greeted by a hug from my mother, who was letting out tears of joy.

(F/n): My special son! We thought we had lost you!

(M/n): You scared us half to death!

(Y/n): Look...I'm alright now. I'm still alive and well. Where's Raspberry?