TW : Mentions of s/a
( for those who don't know
s/a means s3x@al a22ult)
It's this dream again. I'm running through the forest again, but more freedom, again. This time I get to see that he caught me, a man with brown hair, brown eyes, my old boyfriend. How naïve I was to think he would love me forever. He threw a knife at me, just barely clipping my shoulder. It hurts but I kept running. This clearly frustrated him. I hear a loud gunshot and I feel myself fall forward into the ground, but I'm frozen, watching the memory.
"I finally caught you, fawn. You sure do run fast." He groaned, gently panting from the chase. "Luckily for me, I only shot you in the leg and you passed out from lack of blood, don't worry my little fawn, it only gets worse."
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I wake up with a jagged breath, crying even. Why do I keep having this dream? It's tormenting me.
Nonetheless I get up and get ready. Shakily sighing I remove the curse from my room and open the door, spotting a shadow quickly disappear from sight. Weird, but okay. I walk to the elevator just as it opens, to be greeted with a rather...red color, I look up to see the one and only radio demon, great. "Why hello there little fawn! Finally awake I see?" I just sigh and get in the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor expecting him to get out, but he doesn't. Awesome. "Why are you still here? Didn't you just come up?"
"Why yes I did, but no harm in coming back down! Charlie told me to come check up on you is all dear" "um okay?"
I walk to charlie as soon as the elevator opens
"Help me Charlie theres a creepy deer following me." Alastor tilts his head "I am right here you know dear!" "Don't call me dear, your the main deer." Charlie looked confused but as always happy. "That's Just Alastor" "as I said, a creepy deer." Charlie shook her head and sighed "okaaaay y/n if you say so-"
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How did you end up in this situation? Being stuck in an elevator with the radio demon, again, just us, Just my luck I guess. "So my dear..may I ask what is a polite young
[lady/gentleman/other] like yourself doing down here?" What sin could you possibly have committed?"
You winced, sighing. "Well when I was around 10 I was raped by my uncle, it almost killed me actually, once I was physically able to move well again, I asked my mom if we could go see my cousins, she said yes, so we went and my uncle of course wanted to take me, and me alone to go "shopping" so I took my dad's gun (he was a cop) and hid it. When we got to the empty parking lot he tried to go down on me again and I killed him. Knowing my parents number I called them and fake cried that my uncle had been shot."
It was silent, apart from some light radio static filling the air.
".........I'm so very sorry that happened to you y/n." He seemed almost...genuine?
