꒰👁️꒱ 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

After All These Years | N x Blind!Reader

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I don't think I'll be good at writing a/for blind reader, but I have a plot already, so I hope this is good.

TW: CUSSING!!

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"Y/n, we are here.." Your caretaker called you. Today you decided that you wanted to go back to your old house before you were....blind. It might seem saddening, but you just wanted to feel your house again and smell the smell that you got so used to, just for it to get taken away. Your caretaker disagreed, they never treated you well. They were always so rude to you, making fun of you for being blind. You knew you couldn't report them because you needed help from your caretaker to do such. You didn't want him to hurt you because of your response.

Your caretaker grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat. "Come on, you wanted to visit so lets go. It is so risky to be out here, especially with these alternates around here!" He scolded. Ugh, he was horrible sometimes. The caretaker led you to the steps of your porch. It was so nostalgic, even though you couldn't see.

Your POV

Oh god, I missed this place so much. I remember how I used to read in my small library, at least when I could read with my eyes and not braille. Keys jingled beside me, indicating that he was going to open the door. The door opened with a slow creak. My caretaker walked in first and quickly dragged me in too. "I remember when I was younger, I had a friend here. His name was N an-" "Whatever, go do something besides talk to me! I'm going to find a place to sleep." He growled. I sighed and started walking down the hall. Loud footsteps were hear walking upstairs.

"I can't believe that he'd leave me here on my own! I'd literally get myself hurt since I can't see. At least I remember what this place looks like, somewhat," I beefed. I then stretched slightly. I wondered what happened to my library, all the books must be gone now..

I sighed and walked to my kitchen, bumping into a few walls on my way. My hands immediately went to feel for a kitchen counter. The marble was cold and it had a sticky substance on it. I was surprised that there was something on it, I knew I didn't leave it there the day I left. Maybe one of the clean of crew people did it, or maybe one of the officers d-

A scream echoed in the building. Followed by a couple, "Please"s and "no"s. I raised a brow. It was my caretaker screaming, and if he was playing a prank it would be the final straw. I hissed and ripped my hand away from the counter. "Are you okay!?" I scream up the stairs. I immediately walked towards the steps, hoping that he'd hear me better since I didn't get a response. "JAY!?" I yelled. No response. It was either one of his stupid pranks or something attacked him.

I started to panic. What if an alternate got him? Karma. I sighed. Walking up the steps was risky, I could fall if I missed a step. I took the risk anyways, for a person who didn't even care about me. I took one hesitant step, the stairs creaked underneath me. I grunted and continued up- that was until I heard heavy feet barreling down the steps. I gasped in shock and quickly turned around. I didn't know if it was Jay or if it was...something else. I rushed back down the five steps that I walked up and hit a quick corner. This resulted in me falling to my knees and probably scraping them, other than that I was fine. I quickly got up. I tried to block out every other noise to hear what was- or could- be around me. I didn't hear any floor board creaks, breathing besides my own, or anything else.

"Jay?" I whispered. I was met with a threatening growl. I whimpered and backed up a bit, only to be met with a wall. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Please- Please don't hurt me!" I loudly pleaded. I felt something wet on my arms. It slid up slightly before leaving my skin. "Jay, if it's you, this isn't funny!" I yelled. I heard a dripping sound next to me. I quickly turned my head into that direction. I felt something on my hand. It was firm and it had long, sharp CLAWS?! I quickly pulled my hand away, but it was grabbed by the other hand- rather softly I have to say.

I gasped as the 'hand' led me to feel something. My hand touched something cold and smooth, but wet. I slightly pushed the wet goo out of the way and felt the thing that felt like skin. I rubbed it slightly and a purr was heard. What ever I was petting purred. Interesting. As my hand traveled around I felt a bump in the middle that stopped the smoothness. The letter 'N' flashed in my head like a broken record. Could this really be?..

"N?" I cautiously whispered. There was a quick nod. I knew N never could- or wanted to- talk so that's why he was silent. "You're still here, after all these years?" I was met with another swift nod. I felt a cold embrace around me- he was hugging me. I smiled and quickly hugged back. "This whole time I thought I was crazy. It's good to know you're actually real.." N licked my cheek after my comment.

I guessed that N had killed Jay. That's what the bastard deserved anyways, didn't he? Hmm, maybe I should stay here with N for a little while. He seems to be a better caretaker anyways...

--A/N--

This 100% will be edited in the future, I don't think I did a very good job with it, but it will do.