Uncanny (John Doe x Reader)

III

"What do you want from me? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

The thick locks of hair, of some morbid type of Rapunzel, they tightened around your waist. Squeezing. Like a python trying rid their prey of their last breath. To make them give in to their fate.

To submit to them.

"Your trembling. The scent of your sweat as you look at me. Those pretty pretty pretty eyes. The sensation of your heart as I touch you. I want that." The entity said as the squeezing continued. You could feel your bones begin to creak under the pressure. Your wrists bound to each other and pressed flushed against or chest, as the tendrils only closed in more and more.

The figure that controlled these locks stepped closer. The back of its hand caressing the right side of your face, then cupping it with both hands.

It leaned in closer, its unblinking yellow eyes staring into yours. You could practically feel your eyes ready to pop out with how tight the hair was squeezing you. Your face becoming hot and your nind becoming dizzy.

The thing's skin was warm. Uncomfortably so. You could feel it shift and begin to hold you in what would be an endearing embrace if the circumstances were different. The smell of something you could only describe as iron, like old, dull blood, filled your nose as it held you.

"I want you."

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"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-"

The comfort of your loud alarm jolting you awake was a blessing of sorts. The dream from the night prior leaving you in a thin coat if sweat, and yet, you can't recall it. All you know is that it was awful.

The headache from a poor night's sleep already began to make its entrance to start your day. Looking over with the slight pain to company your eye movement, you look at the time on the clock.

"Fuck, I'm...late...?"

Something felt familiar.

You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something was off. You knew it. This whole process felt unsettling. Like you're repeating the same routine a bit to much.

This wasn't the same kind of repetitive feeling of just completing mundane tasks. It felt...odd. Everything felt identical. Like you've lived this out exactly againa and again and again.

From the nightmare you can't recall, to waking up late at the exact same time. Even down to repeating the same phrase upon seeing the time.

You've lived this day before. This exact day.

Would everything go the same? What exactly would that be? What would be the same? What would the day entail?

Your breathing began to become a bit heavy. The thump of your heart becoming a bit harder. Anxiety in the pit of your stomach, making a very unwelcoming approach to your current dilemma.

You aren't even sure if this was the case. You could very well just be losing your mind. After all, you haven't had very good sleep these past couple of days.

Then you pause.

A wave of horrific realization hit.

What even happened these last couple of days?

You can't remember anything. Nothing. Of course you recall who you are. Your family, friends, coworkers. General information about yourself. Even memories from last month, you were able to recall them.