You're my dream girl.🌸 | Denji x Reader

the truth | chp 6

Before me stood an empty black plane, stretching out as far and as wide as the eye could see. The air around me was thick and milky, yet very crisp for every breath I took. The hairs on the back of my neck was standing, as a devastating feeling of doom stole my mind.

I don't want to do this.

But there was only one way I could have actually digested something while dreaming, that is only if my dreams weren't actually dreams, but devil-made realities. Not all devils are physical fighters, depending on what their fear takes form as, they can fight and kill inside your mind.

And I'm guessing, this is the work of the Nightmare or Dream Devil.

The Nightmare Dream Devil are two twin devils, which are devils that need another one close in classification in order to survive.

But some classify the Nightmare Dream Devil as one person inside itself.

Regardless, they go hand in hand. You're scared to sleep because you're scared to dream, scared to dream cause you're scared of having a nightmare.

Or you could be scared to dream about your future, because the nightmarish reality is that it'll never come true.

Man, I am living a nightmare right now.

I'm guessing my girl isn't really mine...
She might be the Dream Devil.

Slowly, I pulled off my shirt, eyes narrow and cautious. And with one step at a time, I traversed through the empty plain, keeping my eyes on guard for any sudden movements.

Was she trying to hide from me in here?

Pressing my lips flat together, I could only curse regretfully, my right hand subconsciously reaching to fold over my left arm.

I couldn't turn back now, and her hiding here only further told me she was guilty.

I don't want this for her, for us.

For the woman who had been caring for me the entire time... The only woman who could understand.

Why do I have to kill everyone who loves me?

I never stopped walking though, even as every step I took was starting to turn cold and icey, and even as my thoughts were pleading for me to turn back.

Sorrow was stealing me away, and a lump was weighing in my chest.

pip.. pip...

Huh?

Just up ahead laid a distant figure, all huddled up and cold, rocking slowly back and forth, while the sounds of tears and sobs pooled from it.

It had to be her.

I could spot that signature white shirt from anywhere.

She was crying so sadly, I almost felt bad. As the distance between us grew smaller, my fingers flew ready to my power cord, gently raising it forward.

pip... pip...

I approached her, standing still beside her shivering form.

Funny, I can't even create anything good in my subconscious.

My eyes slowly traced over her huddled up body, watching as her hair fell over her face, shadowing gently over her shoulders. The sounds of her quiet crying was mumbling mournful feelings straight into my ears, my knees threatening to cave in on me.

"You have... time to explain yourself."
She stiffened up at my words.

"I have no intent to hurt you, Denji," she paused, a steady gulp running down her throat. "I'm a kid, just like you, I promise..."