MCR ONEXSHOTS!! >:3

2:56 AM

You and the guys are all in your 20's, and it's Revenge era mcr btw.
TW: hallucinations/seeing/hearing noises/shadow people, figures and possible entities/demons. mentions of self harm, and suicide.

(If any of those TW's could possibly trigger you, or drive you to relapse/think about doing anything to yourself, skip this chapter. But if you still wanna read, there will be a "🤍" to let you know that possibly triggering events are about to come up in this story. If you wish to skip said possibly triggering parts, you can scroll down till you see the "🤍" pop up again, meaning that the possibly triggering part is over, and you can continue reading. Requests are open too btw!! Just reply to this section w your request and I'll write it <3)

Your POV:
Uuuuuggghhhhh..... "What time is it?" I fumbled my words, thus being half asleep. I turned over to my side to reach my nightstand and grab my phone. "2:56 AM." At that moment, my mind was filled with instant panic. I began to slightly shake, as I sat up in my bed, hugged my legs, bobbed my head down and began to cry. I was horrified, as I knew what was about to happen.

It happens every night. I wake up at a stupid hour of the night, and it comes in my room. A tall black figure, with wide, massive white eyes and no pupils and no mouth. It growls and hisses at me, despite the fact that it has no mouth to make said noises with. Every, fucking night. No matter where I am, it manages to find me. I continued to shake and cry. "Why can't it just leave me alone, even if it's for one night. What does it even want from me? Why, out of the millions- if not billions of people on this earth, did it choose ME to torture?" these thoughts rushed through my mind, as I started to cry harder.

That's when it came again, and began to growl at me, as it emerged from the shadows in the corner of my bedroom. 🤍 (some potentially triggering contents are about to pop up!! If u wanna skip, you can scroll down till you see the emoji again. Don't worry, you won't miss anything! It's not a major part of the story.)
Although I am used to it's nightly appearance, my stomach drops every time I hear it's terrifying growls. Just kill me. I can't take this thing traumatising me every night anymore. This isn't how I wanna live. If this is goanna come every night for the rest of my life, there's no point in living anymore. I should just kill myself. Anything to make it go away. Just seconds later, it was standing right above me, it's heavy breathing and growling growling louder and louder. I began to shake more violently, and cry even harder. "Please, just go away." I struggled to speak, as I choked on every word. Like every night, no response. It never speaks. Just growls and hisses. There's no use in speaking to it. I'm not sure if it can even understand me, so it can't respond, or if it knows what I'm saying, and just chooses not to speak. "Maybe I should kill myself. Just end it all. Then maybe it would go away." I said to myself. 🤍 (you can enjoy the rest of the story now!!)

Then, suddenly the growling stopped. I looked up, and it was now somehow smiling down at me. My eyes grew wide, as my breath sharpened. A thick black liquid began to leak from its already black gums, down to its chin. Is it smiling because it knows I'm upset, or is it just trying to scare me even more? Either way, it's horrifying. It's already wide as fuck eyes, grew even wider, as it nodded its head, as if it was agreeing with my thoughts. I turned pale, as my eyes began to sting once more, and even more tears began to flood down my cheeks. "Can you understand me?.." I asked, as I felt my stomach drop, once more. It paused for a second, then gave its answer, with another nod. My blood went cold, as I felt like I was about to pass out.

within a split second- the "thing" disappeared,
Along with every negative thought I once had, as I heard a sound coming from the other room. I froze, and stopped breathing for a second so there was complete silence in order for me to listen in to the noise I had just heard. I recognised it almost immediately. It was a guitar. I reached down to my phone, to check the time again. "4:21 AM." Woah, it's been that long? Jesus fucking Christ. I began to listen in some more to the guitar, from the other room, and soon decided to go out and see who was playing. "Who the fuck plays their guitar at nearly 4:30 in the morning??" I thought to myself, as I opened my creaky door, and left my room.

I live in a small-ish Apartment, with Ray, Frank, Gerard and Mikey. It could be bigger, but we manage. We all have our own rooms, so we're alright for now. Out of the five of us, Gerard is the only one that doesn't play guitar. So I didn't know who to expect as I walked out to the lounge room, where I could hear the guitar being played.
Just as I walked into the room, I was greeted by a curly haired Puerto-Rican boy sitting on the couch, with a Gibson Les Paul clutched in his hands.

He didn't notice my entrance at first, but he realised I was present after a few seconds. He looked up at me and smiled, resting his guitar on the empty spot of the couch, next to him. "Hey, what's up y/n? What are ya doing awake this late? Hope I didn't wake you with my practice.." he blabbed to me nervously, as he reached his arm up to slowly rub the back of his neck. I could tell he was nervous. Rays the type of guy to speak straight to the point. You know he's shy or nervous when he shoots multiple questions at you within a second of speaking. I giggled, then answered Ray. "No no don't worry! You didn't wake me up, I was already up and just so happened to hear your playing." A look of curiosity filled Rays face. "What do you mean you were already up? But your never awake this early in the morning?? Are you sick?? Are you cold??" Ray snapped from being curious as to why I was awake, to stressing out as to why I was awake, within a second.

I paused for a second, not knowing whether or not if I should tell Ray about the Black figure that taunts me every night. Before I could open my mouth to speak, Mikey rushed into the room.
"Y/n are you okay?!" Mikey yelled out, as he ran towards me and hugged me. "What do you mean, Mikes?" I asked, hoping that he didn't hear me crying and pleading to that black figure in my room earlier. "You were crying Y/n.." At that moment, I knew that Mikey heard me before. My heart dropped to my stomach, and my eyes began to sting, as I hugged into Mikey and started to cry again.

Ray shot up from the couch, and joined in on the hug. "Y/n what happened?.." his voice cracking more and more after every word. I could feel his breath on my neck getting heavier and heavier, as he hugged me tighter. I couldn't speak, even if I wanted to. There was so much I wanted to tell them, but I couldn't bring myself to speak over my tears. Mikey and Ray soon let go of their grasp upon me, and sat me down on the couch, demanding that I told them what was wrong.
"Y/n, you can tell us anything. We're here for you." Mikey assured me, as he rubbed my back, calming me down. Ray turned to look at me, his eyes now stinging too. He placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it- also trying to calm me down.
"Y/n, please tell us what's wrong. I'm worried about you.." Ray whispered, trying to hide the sadness in his voice. I caught my breath, and finally calmed down, after minutes of the boys reassuring me, and sharing their concerns.

I took a big breath, and began to speak, my voice still cracking, and tears still streaming down my face. "Every fucking night, this.. this thing comes into my room.. it's a tall black figure, and it growls and hisses at me.. it just.. it just stares at me.." Ray and Mikey both shared horrified faces as they continued to listen to me explaining what I've been seeing and hearing every night, both speechless of what to say, that could possibly comfort me in my situation. Just as I finished explaining every crucial detail of everything, Ray pulled me by my waist, and hugged me. Playing with my hair, and rubbing my back assuring me that it's goanna me okay. At this point, I couldn't handle it anymore. I gave up trying to hide my emotions, and exploded with tears, sobbing into rays shoulder, as he continued to rub my back, and comfort me.

Time skip

It's been a few hours, and it's now 4:12 AM. After I calmed down, Mikey hugged me once more, and left me with Ray for the rest of the night. "Y/n, it's 4 AM, You need to get to bed now." Ray whispered into my ear, as I was still resting in his arms. I was half awake, too tired to even speak- so I just nodded my head slightly, and rested on his shoulder again. He felt so warm, and I was too tired to get up, so I just fell asleep in his arms. With his arms around my waist, mine around his, and our heads resting on each other's shoulders.

- the end 😋

Woah this took me three days
1727 words in total <3