Need to Bleed [ Swiss Ghoul x Reader ]

Call on me, Sister

     An echo in your mind, a lost, distant memory. When did you get in your bed? What time is it? The ringing in your ears wouldn't stop, it made you feel so nauseous. Your weak hand reached up in front of you, looking paler than usual. Craning your neck, you looked around the room, only to see a ghoul sitting on one of the couches. 

    "Hhh..." You grumbled, not being able to speak as clearly as you had hoped. Though it caught the attention of the ghoul. Which one was it..? 

     "Oh shit, you're up." Ah, Dew. "Damn, y'know, you were bleeding so much we didn't think you'd actually make it."

     As much as you wanted to speak, your voice wouldn't let you, your vocal cords in knots. Dew looked at the door awkwardly when you didn't reply, "Uhm.. well, Papa told me to check on you.. I'll get going." As he left to leave your hand reached out to grab for him, but it was too late. You felt a rush of emotions, frustration being the strongest one. It didn't even feel like you were controlling your own body. What the fuck. 

    Might as well get up and try to do something. Maybe you just needed some fresh air. Sitting up, you hissed in pain, letting out a painful groan. Looking down, you noticed you were wrapped up in bandages. You didn't remember getting hurt anywhere else? Your head was the only.. Quickly, you reached your hand up to your head, which was also wrapped up nicely, but all the pain hit at once. Without thinking, you got up off your bed, walking over to a mirror. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw, to say your heart sank would be an understatement. 

It's me. She spoke, very clearly at that. Seeing yourself as her. Her smile was so cruel, you had to reach up to make sure you were actually seeing this right. Her image reflected yours, doing the exact same movements as you. 

"Please, don't hurt me.." you whimpered in fear, your hands covering your mouth, the reflection doing the same.

Only if you keep your mouth shut and go along, then we'll see. 

You walked to the closet, only you weren't the one actually moving, it was her, inside of you. As much as you wanted to resist, you couldn't, it felt like a strong force holding back your arms. Nothing could be done, and you had to sit there and watch as she picked out something for you to wear. It was what you usually wore, and you began to suspect that she'd been watching you. How long was this planned? 

It was like a burning sensation, each step felt like needles throughout your entire body. You could only think the words, 'Help, please. Anybody, please help me'. Your throat felt so tight, so dry. Your legs kept moving, and it felt like you almost were falling sleep again. Her puppet, that's exactly what you were.  Swiss. Help. 

Whatever love he has for you isn't even fucking real. Be a good little vessel and sit tight. 

Walking to the closet you - or rather, she - grabbed a pair of fresh clothes and slipped them on. It was like you were brand new. Everything was happening so fast. Through the curtains, you could see the sun was setting. How long had you been out? As your body moved on its own, all you could do was simply watch.  You tried so hard to move, but it felt like you were trying to move 1,000 pounds by yourself. Exhausted, you gave up for now, maybe she'd have a weak spot and you could make a move.. how you would find out how to was an entirely different story. It was like watching from the back seat of a car, while she drove. Every move wasn't yours, every breath, every blink. 

Now, we will finally get back at that little shit face, Swiss.  

Your heart beat felt like it stopped at the mention of his name.  What the fuck was going on. Suddenly you were walking down the hallway, people giving a nod and a smile. They all had no idea at whatever the fuck was going on. As you progressed down the hall, you passed Dew, who was actually surprised to see you up after just seeing you. 

"Uhm, dude, I'm not really sure if you should just be walking around like that right now. You.. You know you've been out for like.. a month right?" He spoke nervously, holding some bandage wrappers in his hand. His eyes scanned you up and down. 

Your mouth opened, but not because of you, "Dew, I feel fine." Your hand reached up to tap his shoulder, playfully? 

He looked awkwardly at your hand and laughed slightly and brushed your hand off, "Right, well, you don't really look so good. I think you should see Papa. Hey, were your eyes always that color?" 

You looked away after his last few words, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt like you wanted to puke. Please, please, please notice. Help me. "I'll go talk to him, thanks dew." You walked right past him and he stared you down as you walked down the hall. She was slightly right, you did feel fine physically, but your mind felt so numb. Like a constant brain freeze. 

Before making it to Papa's office, you saw Swiss, standing next to Cumulus. As soon as his eyes met yours, he froze and quickly walked up to you, "What the fuck, oh my gods, are you okay? What are you doing up? Why didn't you ask for someone to come see you as soon as you woke up?" His quick questions fuzzed your brain. Upon registering his silvery mask, you felt those strong emotions again. Such hatred, you wanted to cry out of pure anger. His hand came up to reach for your head, which was covered in bloodied bandages, despite them being clean when you first walked out. 

Your hand quickly reached up to push him off, rather aggressively, "Don't fucking touch me." You spat, and he froze, so did cumulus, whose eyes were widened in chock. 

"AH- y/n.. It's me. Don't you remember?" He sounded so hurt, yet all you wanted to do was scream at him.  You were so angry, but you knew that it wasn't really your intent. This was all her, Elizabeth. She was going to do something so horrible. 

You gathered up so much strength, your abdomen aching in pain, "Swiss, I-" was all you could manage, but he stood there in silence. You felt a jabbing pain in your chest, right on the side of your heart. 

Don't play with me, you brat. 

You then walked away, continuing to Papa's office. Though you could hear Swiss whispering to cumulus as you walked off, "Something is not right. I think she's back." 

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As you sat in Papa's office chair, he continued on about his pans for the church, while you sat there and listened. He hadn't noticed anything, he was too excited to tell you about the ritual that would be happening in two days. One where all the church members, and even more, would attend. Fuck. You could hear the cogwheels in her sick mind turning already. You practically shared your brain, so you could hear every twisted thought she had. 

'Burn it all. What spells do I remember from when I was young? I bet I could use something to create something big, something memorable. Ill make him sit there and watch his family die before him. Then, I can take this space and become his favorite. '

His. His.. 

Who is he? Well, maybe the devil? I guess she is the one who brought the ghouls here in the first place.

Dumb mortal. Don't even waste your thoughts, you'll be gone soon enough too. Don't do anything stupid. 

Your eyes wandered across the room and to Papa. 

"Yes, my dear, this will be something so special. It'll be the celebration of a lifetime. Just you wait." He spoke with such joy, you could feel yourself getting sick to your stomach, there was nothing you could even do but go along with everything she was doing to you. 

I'm going to kill all these motherfuckers.