Octavinelle x Reader One Shots (Twisted Wonderland)

Floyd- Shattered Love

A/N: Congratulations! You've made it to the extra special angst chapter! (Not to say the next one about him won't be angst too- perhaps even worse...)

Anyway- hope you enjoy!

-Shattered Love-

"How could I ever love someone like you?!?!"

  I hadn't meant it. The words had slipped through my parted lips before I had the chance to wrangle my thoughts. My blood was ice. His staring. I wanted to break down and cry. Apologize for what I had said. Freeze the words so that they would not reach him. But they already had.

  Floyd had given me an agitated look before. Annoyance with a sprinkle of boredom. Now his eyes were shaded, glossed over as his head tilted back. His mouth was barely open, but I could see the glint of his sharp and predatory teeth. His scowl morphed into a twisted smile, his breaths shaky and uneven, hitching ever so often.

  "Someone like me?" He repeated, his eyelids collecting water. A single tear fell onto Floyd's cheek, but his eyes glared daggers into me. A small laugh escaped his lips in an attempt to hide the pain, but this reaction didn't change the air of bloodlust now surrounding the moray.

  "I didn't mean it!" I shouted in desperation, taking a step back. His mood swings had been worse the past several days. One minute we would be cuddling, and the next he called me suffocating. He would make plans with me, but then I would find him in his room, curled under his cover, stating he no longer wished to go. My patience had worn thin, but I snapped in the worst way possible. Now there would be no undoing it. No going back to how things were.

  As I took another frightened step back, Floyd stalked even closer. His laid back disposition had now vanished without a trace. He seemed a predator, slowly circling his prey.

  "You don't love me." He finally choked out, another laugh echoing through the room. I couldn't help but retreat further, stumbling over my words.

  "O-of course I do!" I blurted out, becoming frantic. My mind wouldn't work, every thought swarming only to bump into another.

  "You can't lie to me Y/n- Now I know how you really feel." Hearing him say my name was a stab to my already bleeding heart.

  More tears dropped from Floyd's eyes. He didn't care to wipe them, instead flashing a murderous grin. If I had only kept my mouth shut. It wouldn't have come to this.

  I could feel my back finally hit the wall. I had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I had to face what I had done.

  "This whole time you didn't care about me?" More tears fell from his eyes, accompanied by mine. I could tell his anger was pushing that pain back. "Was I just a toy to you?" Floyd's hand gripped around my throat, squeezing it so I couldn't speak.

  I could feel his grip tighten. I stared helplessly into his eyes, almost ready to accept whatever he planned to do.

  Soon, Floyd let go, and I fell to the ground. His gaze averted, and he held a slight frown. Despite the outbreak, he no longer looked as if he wanted to eat me alive.

  "Not worth it." He whispered, looking sadly to my crumpled form. "What would Azul have to say if I messed up the carpet again?"

  Tears penetrated my eyes, tapping the ground as a solemn hymn. I reached forward as he began to walk away. A silent plea for him to return. To smile and take me into his arms once again. That's all I had wanted.

  "I'll leave them there. Just like they left me."

A/N: Was it short? Yes. But the point was made.

I'm sure I'll get back to fluff soon. I have one drafted that's rather sweet. But...for better or worse I accidentally made myself a prompt. And the Floyd one is...depressing. Honestly. (Why do I do these things to myself? And all of you?)

(Also- unintentional I swear- didn't catch this until I just now reread this one- take the "mess up the carpet again line" and put it in context of the next Floyd Chapter. It is...cruel.)

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