Always Be There For You ~ Dustin Henderson x Reader

Chapter 35: Papa

My back came into contact with the wooden planks of Victor Creel's front. Only, this time, his house was clean and well kept. I cautiously stood up. Strangely, I felt no pain. I opened the door and saw a family standing on the other side.

A pleasant-looking man in his thirties, a beautiful woman with a sweet style, and two children; a joyful little girl with long hair and a peculiar boy standing off to the corner. Something was telling me to focus on the boy and ignore the others.

"I always loved spiders," A familiar bone-chilling voice whispered. Vecna's voice sounded as though he said it right next to my ear. I quickly spun around and readied my fist, only to find that I was now in the attic. I stumbled around for a moment, before seeing the boy yet again.

He was kneeling on the floorboards of the attic with a short table in front of him. I leaned over his shoulder and saw that he had a jar of black widows sitting beside him. The boy pulled one out of the jar and let it crawl across his hand, unafraid of the poison lying dormant in the deadly creature. He placed his hand on the table, allowing the spider to crawl around and roam free, then grabbed a pencil. I moved so that I could see what he was drawing.

The color drained out of my face as I looked at the boy's drawing. His drawing looked exactly like Will's drawing of the Mind Flayer; it had the same positioning and colors, with only a few minor details differentiating the two. I let out a small gasp and the boy quickly looked over his shoulder.

I fell back in surprise, and upon landing on the ground my surroundings had morphed into a playground. The same boy from before sat in the playground, staring at a rabbit that had gotten its foot stuck in a trap. He stared at it intently before lifting his hand into the air. The rabbit began to squeal in horror as its bones were disarticulated and eyes were poked out of its skull. I closed my eyes and winced, not wanting to see any more than I had to.

I opened them to find myself standing beside the boy. The boy was staring at the familiar, antique, grandfather clock before him. He closed his eyes and blood began to slowly pour out of his nose as the hands on the clock went haywire. I heard a scream come from upstairs and I ran to see what it was.

The happy little girl from before shot up in her bedroom full of dolls. She screamed at the top of her lungs and was shaking in fear as the man, who I assumed was her dad, ran in to comfort her. I turned around to see the boy standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.

I took a few steps closer to the boy, hoping that he couldn't see me like the others in these strange visions could. I began to walk out the bedroom door, but the boy grabbed me by the wrist before I could leave the doorway.

Now, I was standing in the dining room of the Creel house. Everyone was eating their meals except for the boy. He closed his eyes and I could see his eyes moving behind his eyelids as the radio channel changed. The song Dream a Little Dream of Me played as the mother of the family was flung into the air by an invisible force. That's when it hit me, this was the Creel family.

Virginia Creel's bones began to loudly crack as they contorted into shapes that the human body was never intended to make. Her jaw gaped open and cracked to the side as her eyes popped. After all was said and done, her body came crashing down to the hardwood floors of the Creel house.

I looked over to see Henry Creel, the boy who I was following earlier, wiping blood from his nose. Victor grabbed Henry and his daughter, Alice, and ran for the front door, screaming something about a demon. Before they could leave, Alice was flung into the air and suffered the same fate as her mother.

Henry closed his eyes and Victor's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Henry's eyes violently moved behind his eyelids before he fell to the ground with a loud thud.