𖤐 ᨵׁׅׅυׁׅꭈׁׅׅ꯱~ 𖤐 Bloodmoon(s) x Y/n 𖤐

Oh cool, a (not) chill moment.

You went straight home.

You didn't go to the hospital. You'd barely got paid enough to cover rent and food, and hospital bills were pricey. The wound wasn't too deep, and it hadn't gone all the way through. You decided it'd be fine if you just cleaned and bandaged it.

You unlocked their front door. Rusty jumped at you, clawing at your shirt. You smiled, petting it lightly with your other hand. You went into your kitchen, grabbing some instant ramen from the cupboard. Usually you cooked, but  you'd had enough bullshit for the day.

You set a kettle on their stove top, setting it to 'high.' You walked upstairs, throwing off your shirt. It was stained with blood. A shame, really. You'd liked that shirt, too. You grabbed a different shirt, pulling it over your body and going back down stairs.
You noticed something immediately;

Rusty was gone.

You assumed you'd just let it outside and forgot, and resumed making the ramen. You peeled open the cup, pouring the hot water inside. Sitting your kettle back on the stove, you grabbed a fork and began to eat. It was alright.

You placed the garbage into the trash, remembering you had a cat to feed. You poured some of the food into its bowl, opening the door. "Psssst. Kitty, kitty? Rusty?" You got no answer, which worried you to no end. You set the bowl outside, stepping off your porch. "I'll go looking tomorrow."

It was just past Eight pm. You put your laundry in the dryer, mopped, and did anything you could to distract yourself from what happened. You were kidnapped. On the job. By someone that wasn't supposed to exist. Blood Moon.

You felt a chill run down your spine. You shivered. You walked into your room, throwing yourself onto your bed. Getting over the short rush of adrenaline from the fall, you grabbed your sketchbook. Drawing was a good pass time.

You doodled, thinking on the day. It was weird. It'd been a day. A day, yet you were only conscious for the last few hours. You kept thinking back to someone else, though. The red moon. Bloodmoon. The name rolled off the tounge. He'd been nice enough to you, despite hurting you.

He'd let them go, though.
Maybe he wasn't all bad?

You looked down at what you were drawing, pausing. Hat, swirly eyes, toothy grin that was a bit childish and cute and-- Fuck. You slammed the book shut, placing it back on your desk. Maybe it was time for bed. You settled under the covers, turning off the light. You felt for your cat, a frown forming on your face as you realized your pet wasn't there.

You drifted off quickly.
Maybe pain did make you tired.

It was silent in there house.

A door creeked open, as someone stepped in. He looked around, then walked upstairs. "Other, they aren't here..! What if we were lied to!?" Bloody spoke inside their head. The more rational one, Harvest (i need name ideas), attempted to soothe its other half. "I'm sure they are somewhere here, other."

He rushed through the house. Checking the rooms, until he found what he was looking for. "Are they dead?" Bloody pondered, saying it in a whisper. Harvest shook its head. "No, there asleep." he crept forward, sitting for a moment. He pulled the blanket over them, smiling.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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