Amphibia x reader one-shots (Open)

The Red Scarf (Sasha Waybright X Shy Reader)

(Request by L0v3ly_Butt3rfl13s)

(Word Count: 4,212 words (:A/N: This is by far my longest Oneshot)

(**Warning: Mature Elements such as Loss/death, Grief, Unhealth mental health**)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting against the roof and windows offered a quiet solace to a tormented mind. Her mind was full of violet warfare with screaming ghosts haunting her every step. The torment was never-ending, it was like circling hawks swooping down with open talons to rip apart any resemblance of peace. A constant projection of distorted voices along with spinning faces swirling around and around. Among the unrest, one face stood out among the others. A smooth face with kind eyes and a kind smile, the face that offered a comforting break from the turmoil.

A face that held no name, yet held great importance that the mind refused to let go of. Unlike the other aberrations that filled up the hollow space with dark nightmares, the face held no physical form rather it was an orb of pure light that danced across the blackened sky. It would levitate at arm's length where one could reach out to gather it. Yet, the light transformed into grains of sand slipping through the fingertips. A warm comforting sand that gave a brief moment of relief every time it made an appearance.

This left the mind wondering what on Earth was this orb, and why there were no connections to it. Why did it hold such great power in the mindscape? These questions and more lingered on Sasha's mind. She sat cross-legged in her bedroom with her eyes sealed shut. There was only darkness she could see accompanied by the feeling of her body inhaling and exhaling. A pitiful attempt at easing her anxious brain from the horrors of her vivid imagination. She was told that meditation was a good way to relieve stress, yet she felt herself slip further and further into the darkness.

Groaning in frustration, Sasha moved away from her bed to the small bathroom attached to her room. She passed by serval pictures that hung on the walls. They were snapshots of a more peaceful time with all her friends including Annie, Marcy, and someone else. Sasha paused for a moment to stare at a certain picture on the wall. It showed herself smiling widely with her arms draped across her friends' shoulders. Her eyes shifted to her left center to see the picture was ripped up. She scratched her head in confusion, what had happened to the picture? Why was it like that?

Something stirred from deep within, a sense of silent grief that dug its claws into her heart. It sunk its teeth in whilst her brain was trying to figure out this mysterious puzzle laid before her eyes. Only static returned leaving her frustrated and accompanied by seething anger. In her heart, she knew the picture was missing an important piece. An incomplete jigsaw puzzle that would never be solved without the final piece. Yet, what was this piece? Was it a who? A what? A When? All these questions resonated with her.

Feeling a cocktail of emotions, Sasha continued her track toward the bathroom. Turning on the light exposed a frightening sight. Sasha stumbled back with her own reflection gazing back at her. Instead of a beautiful blond hair lady with baby blue eyes that sparkled mischievously back at her. A pale-faced ghoul with dull saturated blue eyes sporting deep dark bags from a lack of restful sleep, her hair was frizzled, greasy, and unkempt. Her face was sunken in almost like her skull was threatening to pop out of its fleshy cocoon. A zombified husk of Sasha's former glory. How long had it been since she laid down to sleep? How long has it been since she ate anything? Heck, how was she even still functioning?

Shakely, Sasha splashed some cold water on her face. She needed to wake up, she needed to get things back to normal. She needed to be normal. Closing her eyes, Sasha's ears tuned into the faint sound of trickling water from the sink. She inhaled and exhaled in a feeble attempt to soothe her tense body and soul. Everything was okay, she was okay.