It was late at night, y/n was preparing to go to bed. Doing their nightly routine, as y/n does. But! You would not expect what happens next. or maybe you do. Do you have reading comprehension? I think you might, considering you have entered this hellscape. In which....
Y/N has a gun.
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Y/N stands in front of their full-length mirror, tending to their hair aggressively cause they are a little reckless, and might have a case of not doing too terribly well when it comes to self-care. But that's a whole other story to embark on. It didn't take too much longer for them to wrap up the hair process of the night, they then went to get comfy in their bed.
That would be too easy, of course. Not everything goes according to plan now does it? No. No no no, not at all.
Here comes the trouble.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of bangs interrupts their way into beauty sleep- startling them right out of bed and onto their feet. Taking an active stance in their comfy pj's, as you do when you hear the wall threaten to collapse in the night.
They knew better than to try and make any noise- wouldn't want to give away that they were aware. Though, maybe the one banging on the wall already knew. . .
"Well," A distorted, deep and dark voice spoke from the other side of the room, just across from the bed. "Aren't you a spry one? Alert." The intruder spoke. And Y/N didn't hesitate.
"Get the fuck out." Y/N turned to face the one that called them 'spry' and 'alert'. The guy just banged on my fucking wall! Who wouldn't get the hell outta bed? They spoke with determination and an unwavering boldness.
The figure dressed in a monochromatic attire, wait- The guy is monochrome. The suit, the hair.. the skin. It's all... Dark.
"And who are you anyways?" Y/N says, edging closer to the nightstand while locking eyes with the devil incarnate. "You aren't allowed here." Gotta keep, him from attacking. This weirdo hasn't even tried to get me, or anything. What is this guy's deal? Focus--
"It seems that I was let in just fine," He spoke, taking a few steps over so, carefully. graceful in his evil footsteps. "And to answer your first question. I am Dark." He finally gave some answer of sorts. Kind of. "And to answer any upcoming questions.."
With a grand wave of his hand, a shadow fled from his palm and down to the floor and then crawling up the wall just to the side of Y/N. The shadow moving and breathing.
"I'm here for you, Y/N."
Oh great.
"Now hold on-" Y/N swiveled on their feet, bumping their back near to the nightstand and allowing their hands to hold to the drawer. If I can just-- "You aren't taking me- Or doing anything! Leave motherfucker!" Just need a reason to move. Can't draw too much attention or else he could, maybe, stop me before I can do anything.
"I won't be doing that." He said, the shadow approaching steadfast-
BANG.
Perfect. With the additional ringing now entering the room, Y/N turned their hand- now with a fucking gun- towards Dark. "Get out."
"God damn-" A new fucking voice spoke, beside Y/N's body. A snakey green hand slid along theirs and grasped the gun hand tightly. "You can aim, huh?"
What the fuck. Y/N turned to face the other that oh so rudely grabbed them. They were met with a sly and toothy grin, and a green looking guy that seemed to have come out of a fucking broken vhs tape. "Hey- Let go of me!"
Swiftly, they raised and promptly slammed their foot down onto the other intruder's foot. Y/N doesn't take any shit, after all.
"Ow!" The green intruder hissed and recoiled, phasing out of existence for the moment. Seems its pretty easy to get rid of that one.. for now at least.
"Now." Y/N turned to face Dark with the gun, cocking it and taking aim for the head.
Dark simply gave a low hum before turning and walking out through the wall. "I don't need another bullet wound, thank you."
And with that, Y/N went the fuck to bed.
