Kobra Kid x Killjoy reader

In dreams

Korse was there, holding a bloody drill. They looked around, panicked. "Leave me alone!" They cried out. He didn't hear them, instead approaching a bloody Kobra. He put the drill to his head, "Where are they hiding?"
"Who?" Kobra replied, spitting out a little blood.
"You're friends. That gang of rebels that call themselves the fabulous killjoys."

Kobra spat at him. "I'll never tell you." He moved the drill, instead slapping him hard against his face. Blood splattered onto them. His blood.
"Leave him alone! We don't know!" They screamed. Korse ignored them, Kobra didn't look at them either. They continued to scream, but no one heard. All they could do was watch him beat Kobra. He was unconscious.

"Y/K/N! Wake up! It's okay." Kobra was sat on the bed, staring down at them. He was worried.
"Sorry." They sat up. They were both in silence for a moment.
"I get them too. The nightmares. Wanna talk about it?" They shook their head, clearly glad that it was Kobra that woke them.

"Was there anything we used to do, to stop them?" He didn't know whether it would be a good idea to tell them or not. Would it make things awkward for them? "Uhh, we used to share a bed. You thought maybe it was because we were used to being stuck in that small room together and we felt protected or something." They nodded.
"Uhh..." They started, feeling less awkward than they expected to when proposing the idea, "Do you wanna maybe try that?" He nodded.
"Sure. Uhh, you wanna stay in here? Or go to my room. I don't mind either way but my beds bigger."
"We could go into your room so there's more space." Kobra smiled, and they both stood up. They walked into his room and both lied down under his blanket.

They both lied there for a few minutes before Kobra spoke. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?" He asked. They were silent for a moment.
"Do you get them often?"
"Almost every night."
"Do you see... me dying?" This time, Kobra was silent.

"Sometimes, yeah. Why?"
"I do too. But not me, you." He turned onto his side to face them.
"Is that what you were dreaming about just now? What did you see?"
"There was a bloody drill, he was gonna use it on you. You spat at him so he hit you. Then you were unconscious and I woke up." Kobra thought for a second.

"That happened." Their eyes widened. "The day before they sepparated us."
"Do you see things that happened too?"
"Not usually. A lot of the time it's worse than what he actually did. Sometimes I see my brother in there with us. And Jet and Ghoul. You used to as well. You told me about this one dream where he shot all of us in the skull and made you watch."

"What about other people?" Y/K/N asked. "Like, my sister."
"You did dream about your family. But you didn't usually tell me about those dreams, unless they were bad enough to wake you up screaming." They made a 'hm' noise in reply.

"Thanks, for everything." They smiled weakly at him.
"Thanks." He replied. Y/K/N fell asleep first, shortly after followed by Kobra.