Psycho (Dottore & Reader story) may contain smut

Fuzzy

( enjoy the new chapter TW! Implied abuse and trauma)

Your eyes slowly opened little by little, it was a familiar sky and familiar voices.

"Get up useless child!" You heard a familiar voice yell at you, a man in his 50s

You looked at your hands, scrapped and full of blood. You saw someone, the guy yelling at you. His face was all fuzzy and it seemed that your mind was crossing his face for you.

The man slapped you across the face, "useless child I told you to get up!" He yelled.

"Okay father." The words came out of your mouth without even realizing. Your whole body was moving itself without even realizing; it seemed that you were there mentally but not physically.

The memory switched to another blurry face, crossed out of your mind; but his hair it was familiar a light blue.

He grabbed your hand as you both ran.

Shots were fired from a distance, you felt pressure on your chest, you slowly felt your life passing you by as the guy was screaming for you to come back to life.

You woke up to a deep breath in fear of what happened. You were laying down in your bed.

Dottore turned to you "you finally woke up, still surprised to how you didn't die to that bullet"

You were confused, what bullet?

You felt a sharp pain in your head as you were scratching it you felt something hard.

You pulled it off and it was... A BULLET?

"Well isn't that interesting!" Dottore said with a shocked face

You investigated the bullet and it looked like one from the guns you owned.

Dottore sat in-front to you, he put his hand across your waist and pulled you close to inspect the bullet wound.

"It doesn't even look like a bullet wound, it just looks like a scratch. Wait it's completely gone." He whispered to himself.

You got flustered and pushed him away, "what the fuck why would you do that!"

You were getting redder by the second, wait why were you getting red by a dude that just broke into your house and stalked you?

Your mind went blank for a good minute.

Wait.

You looked back to him quickly.

You got closer to his face and looked at his hair, you touched it.

"If you want to show me affection this is definitely a way to do it" he smirked.

"This isn't the first time you have witnessed me being shot right?" The words came out of you.

He looked up and made eye contact with you.

"Why would you say that" his voice got serious.

"Why were we running back then?" You asked him your gaze relaxed.

His eyes softened "you still don't remember fully do you?" He muttered.

"No." You laid back down and Dottore laid next to you.

You covered your face with your hands. "God I wanna remember but everything is just fuzzy I couldn't even recall your face in the memory I could recognize you by your hair that is all, my mind was crossing your face for some reason"

He grabbed your hand and sighed "you got shot by your father. He called us freaks and showed his hatred in many ways. That day was his last time showing his hatred."

You could recall little parts but it seemed that your brain was drawing the faces again.. the hatred in your fathers eyes, tears rolled down your eyes. You remember every single thing he did.

Blood was everywhere.

Dottore turned his head to you and wiped the tears off, "good thing that bastard is dead" he smiled and his eyes started to glow once more.

You looked to him with a scared face.

"What do you mean by that?" You got up quickly.

"Let's see if you remember" he smiled as he pulled out a gun from his pocket and it all went black once more.

"One...two... one ...two" you heard a strange voice count.

You felt pressure in your chest as you felt a liquid rolling from your mouth.

"Quickly get more towels!" The person yelled.

Your eyes opened as you saw blood everywhere.

You looked next to you to find a younger Dottore crying for you.

" I hear a pulse! Wait is that the bullet.... The wound is closing!" The man yelled.

Other villagers seemed freaked out.

Dottore seemed happy and weirdly amused to what happened.

He looked to you and his eyes seemed to glow as he smiled.

The memory blurred away as another blurred in.

"Father it seems you are getting better!" You said as you were entering a hospital room.

You found your father dead with a twisted cut up face and neck.

By his side you saw younger Dottore standing with a knife.

You dropped the tray you were holding.

"Dottore... what did you do." You muttered with your breath getting uneven.

He turned to you with a twisted smile and blood on his face.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He said as he walked to you and hugged you.

"Now we won't have to worry about him anymore and can live happily together." He whispered to your ear.

"That was my father" you muttered.

He pulled away from the hug and looked at you with his eyes widened "what do you mean... don't you remember all he did to us?"

"What the fuck are you talking about Dottore?!" You yelled.

"He never did anything! He was all I had left!" Tears came out of your eyes.

"You seriously don't remember?... he shot you!" He argued more.

"What are you talking about he never did that!" You yelled back.

He stood there looking shocked "Y/N you don't remember? The time we were running away from him and other villagers he gathered calling us witches."

"I don't remember any of that Dottore.."

He ran to you and touched where the bullet shot you.

"Here. Here is where he shot you." He whispered looking frustrated.

"I.. I don't feel anything" you whispered.

You took a deep breath as you woke up from the memory.

You covered your face as you muttered a bunch of things.

"Hey, you okay?" Dottore asked as he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Why... why would you make me remember." You whispered with tears in your eyes.

He hugged you and pet your head trying to calm you down.