Unrelenting Chase

Fused Zamasu: Dread

GN! Reader!!

Do you like horror?

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It's been over a week since you last saw your friends. Over a month since you last saw any family. They were radio silent. You walked outside, on this midsummer night, and the world was a wreck. You had nothing to keep you company, not even the sky. You couldn't see a single star. The moon was gone. All was hushed. As you realized this, a pit began to stir within your stomach. You were secluded, and vulnerable. But, you wanted to try to at least reach someone else's place of residence. Even if you hadn't heard from anyone in a long time. There was safety in numbers, after all. You were willing to risk yourself for it. You adjusted your hoodie, and felt a frigid breeze caress your ear. You shivered, pulling the clothing item closer to your body.

You began to walk, your shoes making soft noises with each step. It echoed around you, and into the night. You could barely see, and it was as if the shadows that loomed around you began to grow the less you looked at them. It made your hair stand on end. You kept walking, hoping that you'd be able to find your nearest companion's house. You kept your eyes slightly angled towards the ground, to avoid tripping over anything. It was then that you noticed a thick fog swirling by your feet. It made it almost impossible to truly see the ground. You sighed quietly, feeling the tension in your chest.

As you continued on, you finally saw the house. Only one light was on. You brightened up, seeing the house like a beacon of hope in this expansive gloom. You sped up, ever grateful for the placing of their home. But as you got closer, the light flickered off. 'What? Okay, maybe they just went to bed.' You continued forward, making it to the porch. You grabbed onto the door handle, and twisted it. It fell off in your hand, and you felt a spike of anxiety stab through your heart. The door then slowly swung open, as if inviting you inside.

You stepped into the house, which was completely enshrouded in darkness. Your movements were tense and slow, and you looked to the left. Nothing. Looked to the right. Nothing. Looked to the stairs. That was where the light had been, from upstairs. It was their room, so that's where you assumed they were. You stood on the first step, and felt the wood bend slightly under your weight. Creeeak. You cringed, but kept on. You scaled the stairs, attempting to make as little noise as possible. It felt out of place to do so, and it made you feel more targeted.

You looked down the short hallway, to see their bedroom door ajar. You moved towards it, each step filled with apprehension. Your breathing was quiet and shallow. And as you entered the room, it was as if the world was waiting with bated breath.

You took one step into the room, and slipped. Your foot went flying out in front of you, and your hand reached out behind you to catch you. You succeeded, but at a cost. Your breathing was shaky. That had hurt. You made your way to your feet, realizing that your friend definitely wasn't here. You felt something dripping down your fingers, to your wrists. You held up your hands. You took one deep breath, and your heart practically stopped.

The air was metallic, the smell a sharp, coppery sort. The liquid on your hands was viscous, but not enough to be completely still. It dribbled down your hands, and it was cold. Freezing cold. Blood. It was blood. You looked down, eyes wide and body beginning to tremble slightly. A pool of blood. Old blood, that was dried at the edges. It was huge. And you were in the middle of it.

You then felt another frozen breeze whisper past your ear, and with it, almost disembodied voices. You kept yourself from letting out any noise, as you slowly backed out of the room. And from behind you, it seemed as if a shadow brushed by you. The shadow moved, and you were sure of it.

You began to run, feet pounding against the floor as you raced down the stairs, uncaring of the noise you were creating. You needed to leave. Because instead of being scared of being completely alone, it was the idea of not being alone that struck you wrong. Your hands were still covered in blood, and as you shoved the door out of the way, you left a handprint behind.

Your anxiety shot through the roof as you fled. You tripped down the front steps, and you weren't sure if your heart has ever pounded this hard in your entire life. You were out of breath, but you weren't going to stop running. You couldn't.

You kept seeing those figures crop up, as if they were watching you. You ignored them, telling yourself that your mind was making things up, that the shadows couldn't hurt you. Your hands became crusty as you continued on, the sensation making your stomach churn. As you finally slowed down, you looked around. You could barely make out any shapes, which didn't sit well with you. And now, you felt like you were being hunted.

Static began to fill the hair. You could feel it on your skin. The way that your hair stood up, and every breath felt charged. It was almost as if a storm was brewing. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky. You whipped you head around, before choosing to rush off aimlessly, hopefully into cover. You weren't sure what you were running from, but you didn't want to be caught either way.

It wasn't long before you collapsed to your knees. You took a quiet, shaky inhale. Your hands once again scaped against the ground, peeling off the dried blood and abraising your skin. Your body shook, as you tried desperately to catch your breath. Your legs burned. Your lungs burned. And your eyes burned. You wanted to cry, but you wouldn't allow yourself to. You swallowed the excruciating feeling down, and your mind began to race.

'Where the fuck are they all? Where did my family go? Where are my friends? Who's blood is this?!-' You felt tears spring to your eyes, as you thought about it. It could've been a friend of yours. They could've died. Everyone could be dead. And that didn't settle well, either.

Your body ached, but you forced yourself up. You weren't breathing right yet, but you weren't staying there. You couldn't. The anxiety was eating you alive, now. And it was then that you felt a gaze on you. You could feel it so vividly, and it sent alarms shooting through your mind.

You whipped around. You wanted to ask who was there, but you knew damn well that you shouldn't. You just wanted to hope that it was a friend. You really, really did. Nearby, you heard a crackle, followed by a tremendous boom.

You practically jumped out of your skin. That was your sign to leave. And so, you did. You knew that your body couldn't keep sustaining all of this running under normal circumstances, but it was life or death here. You knew that.

You ran, and it seemed as if the temperature of the world around you was dropping. And it was then that you heard a echoing chuckle. It resounded around you, the same way the thunder had. You weren't sure what that was, but you didn't want to find out. You managed to avoid stumbling over anything as you fled the area, but your legs were begging you to stop. You didn't. You couldn't.

The wind picked up, rendering it harder to hear. This was horrible. You could barely hear, barely see, and you didn't even know what you were running from. But you felt it. And it felt like it was following patiently, the way death follows those fated to die. Was that what was happening? Was death itself coming after you?

You swallowed quietly, and kept moving, though you were slowing down slightly. You ducked behind a decently large structure, and struggled to contain your breathing. You forced it to be quiet, and tried to steady it. But your could barely keep your hands from shaking. You took shallow breaths, barely moments away from hyperventilating. You clenched your fists, opening and closing them. You needed to be ready to run. But you needed a break.

Then, the static in the air seemed charged. You heard the crackle again, and peeked out. Thin, purple lightning collided with the ground, illuminating a hovering figure. You could see the unnatural skin color, the human features, and the uncanny feeling it gave you. You ducked back behind the structure, and struggled to breath right. 'Shut up, stop breathing so loud! You're gonna get caught by whatever that fuck that is! What even is it?! Did it... did it kill everyone?'

You closed your eyes tightly. You didn't want to be in this situation. What was that, out there? Was it following you? You didn't know. You didn't want it to see you, though.

You stopped breathing for a moment, attempting to listen to the surroundings over the wind.

You couldn't hear anything.

You opened your eyes, but didn't peek over the corner. You began to breath again.

You stayed silent, but felt the hair on your hairs and legs raise.

"There you are. I've been looking for you."

You stopped breathing.