Into The Shadow Realm | Rascal x fem reader story 2023

18| Panic and Realisation

Also contains depictions of anxiety...and a hot jester

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"And how Rascal, have you figured the Miracle Jewel will be a result of the 16 charms and Royal Clock?"

"The pixie gave me all the answers I needed." The joker turns to answer Eiraira's question, before darting his eyes back onto you. "I know she was hiding something, and didn't even know herself~. The pixie is the Miracle Jewel. I figure the Queen has something to do with this memory fault."

The board members exchange glances, a few nodding.

The raging ball of panic has well untruly risen to your throat and head now, making it impossible to breathe. You silently sit there, maintaining as much composure as you can possibly muster while the hands of pure panic greet your throat in a strangle. Grasping desperately at your arms under the table, you pray that this meeting will come to an end very soon.

"That is all we wanted to know." Morpheus speaks finally.

Eiraira nods, adding, "Thank you Rascal and (y/n)."

With the clap of his hands, Morpheus summons light to the room and the two either side, now it is lit up revealing a couple tables with drink glasses.

One by one, all the members stand up from their chairs and you and the jester do the same.

Oh you are so eager to get on your feet.

"Rascal," comes Sebastian's hiss, "how about you and your girlfriend join us for a meal and talkssss?"

You feel your face go hot, and it is this comment that becomes the straw that breaks the camels back. An invisible whir of lightning takes over your body, tearing your skin from the inside out, pleading to escape. Your insides burn up in flames, scolding your chest and boiling your skin.

I cannot face another nightmare, it was too much last time! Too much! The thought plays like a broken record, taking over like a forcefield, pinning you down.

Just like in your dream.

"(Y/n) can sense negative energy somewhere~ We'll be right back." Next the joker does something that shocks you to your core, breaking the cycle of thoughts almost instantly.

Rascal arrives at your side, then shockingly, slips a hand directly into yours.

The two of you are then teleported to the roof of the dungeons.

"What are you doing!?" You say as soon as you land, snatching your hand back, clearly flustered by the act but at the same time attempting to work through your thoughts. "Why did you say that? We have to go back!"

Rascal narrows his eyes at you. "I'm thinking not in this circumstance."

"They will kill us." You let out softly, still with panic darting around your body. Your chest is still deeply tight, heaving from hyperventilation. You can barely talk, breathe and think.

The joker repositions his stance. "Kill the only creatures working successfully on our master Emperor Nogo's revival? I don't know..."

Your lungs force you, force you, to take and release a big breath. When you do not say anything, Rascal does.

"You're shaking (y/n)."

"Thanks I had no idea."

A squeak of his boots suggest him nearing you even more. You turn and see him place a hand on his hip.

"No need to be smart with me you know (y/n). Want to start off by telling me why you're in a state like this?"

"Not really," you grunt, unable to make eye contact from embarrassment. Being able to teleport more than a couple meters would be great right about now.