Omoriboy x Reader

(🫀) Chapter One

( Edited on February 10th, 2023. )

( Edited, EDITED on February 3rd, 2024. )

The faint ticking of your clock echoed against the dull blue walls and into your skull. The time marked 3:17 AM, and you desperately hoped for at least a small ache in your eyelids.

But you could only hope. Tiredness never had come easy for you, and that was evident with the dark eyebags that graced your pale skin. Life isn't so easy for you, am I right?

Oh, sorry for making you confused. I must advise you do not worry, I can not harm you; after all, I'm just a voice in your head that narrates whatever there is to narrate. That I deem important, of course.

Ahem, with that out of the way..

The obnoxiously bright light that you squinted at was from your phone. You didn't understand how people could lower their brightness - it seemed absolutely stupid to you. How did anyone see anything when they did? You flicked your thumb, scrolling past the already read fanfic that you had enjoyed until you learned that it was canceled. How sad.

What was also sad is how you have to read fanfics to feel something. Honestly, you're better off dumping your feelings to your parents..

...

The silence that followed was soon cut through by the sound of crickets chirping outside your window. You sighed, exiting the app before turning the off power on your phone. It was quite late, and the fact you weren't asleep was annoying you.. so, what do you plan to do?

You mustered up a barely full-proof plan: go get a glass of milk. Although I doubt it'll work, it's the smartest thing you've thought of so fair. You huffed in reply, sitting upright to fling your legs off to the side of the bed. You hunched over, back already in mild discomfort from relying on your pillows to hide away the wood. Your hand came up to scratch your hair, dandruff, and grease evident in the way you shuddered in disgust.

Oh my. Maybe you should take a shower, too. And brush your hair. How come you can brush your teeth daily but not your hair?

You muttered a string of curses as you got off the bed. You stretched, sighing in relief when a crack ringed into your ears. Although that was alarming in many ways, it felt too good to care. You stumbled through the clothing strewn on your floor. Once at the door, you twisted the door knob and peered out into the hallway.

Blackness engulfed you once you did. There was no light to lead you to the kitchen and, to make matters even worse, you didn't know where the light switch was. You gulped, a trickle of fear pressing into your stomach and leaving your mind numb with the feeling that you were being watched. You could only fling your hand outwards, feeling the wall to your side for the light switch - and once found, you flicked it up. The light illuminated the hallway, letting you shuffle against the hardwood floor and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean. Figures, as your parents had gone for dinner that night instead of your mom making it. There was an island, with the fridge on one side and the cabinets on the other. You didn't bother turning on the kitchen light, as the hallway one already did a good enough job. Your hand clasped around the fridges handle before opening it slowly, and low-in-behold; the milk carton sat dearly on the top shelf, letting anyone who sets eyes on it know that it was there. You took the carton out, setting it on the stove before you went to grab a glass. Once that was done, you poured the milk into the glass.

You used up all the milk, as once done, it felt light, and there was no evident slosh when you shook it. So you threw it out. You grasped the glass with both hands, lifting it up to press against your lips. You tilted it, letting the cool liquid seep down your throat. The taste was somewhat different than what you would have expected; maybe it was close to expiring? If so, you didn't totally mind. At least you did something useful.

You carefully put the now empty glass in the sink. Feeling a tad-bit tired now, you rubbed your eyes. This was a good sign. You backed up somewhat, just to be able to turn around. You didn't think the island was so close..

You're right. That isn't the island, Y/N.

...

You didn't panic. There was certainly a rational explanation - maybe it was your step-dad? - But it couldn't be, because your parents aren't home.

Who was it? Your breathing became uneven, fear hugging you, letting you know that you weren't safe. Your eyesight became blurry as tiredness sank into your bones. You wobbled a bit, straightened up, and then fell - right on your head. It hurt, sure, but you were losing consciousness too quickly to notice the pain.

Hey, at least you got what you wanted, right? Goodnight, Y/N. Have sweet dreams.