Venomous (Twisted Wonderland x Fem! Reader)

7: Dormitory

(Y/n) and Crowley finally arrived at the abandoned dormitory of Night Raven College. The sight before them was nothing short of haunting. The once majestic building now stood in ruins, its walls cracked and covered in layers of ivy. (Y/n) couldn't help but let out a remark as she surveyed the dilapidated dormitory. "Oh, look at this charming place," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm "I wouldn't be surprised if ghosts are having tea parties in the corners or if some lonely creature occasionally drops by for a visit. And my, oh my, this place must be older than the ancient scrolls in the library!"

Her words hung in the air for a moment before Crowley simply brushed off her comment with a nonchalant wave of his hand "Well, my dear (Y/n), why don't we step inside and see what surprises await us? Who knows, maybe we'll stumble upon a friendly ghost or two." Crowley simply smiled and brushed off her comment, unfazed by her teasing. He extended a hand towards the entrance, inviting (Y/n) to step inside.

(Y/n) couldn't help but smirk at his response, amused by his nonchalant attitude. She followed his lead, crossing the threshold into the dimly lit interior of the dormitory, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

As they entered, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The interior was like a scene from a ghostly tale, with cobwebs stretching across the corners and dust coating every surface. The air felt heavy with the weight of forgotten memories, and the creaking floorboards added to the eerie ambiance. It was the epitome of an old haunted house, a place where spirits were said to roam.

Just as they were about to settle into the unsettling atmosphere, Crowley's voice broke the silence. "I'll go and do some research, (Y/n)," he said, his tone filled with determination—false determination, actually.

(Y/n) couldn't help but roll their eyes at Crowley's excuse. They knew he had a knack for disappearing when it came to being useful, but they also knew that he always managed to come up with something useful—if threatened that is. With a mischievous grin, they jokingly threatened, "If you don't present me with any idea of a way home, Crowley, I might just have roasted crow for dinner one day."

Seeing the glint in the girl's eyes, Crowley gulped nervously, his eyes widening at the playful threat. "I assure you, (Y/n), I won't let it come to that," he replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!" And with that, he disappeared, leaving (Y/n) alone in the haunted dorm.

After Crowley excused himself, claiming he needed to research a way for (Y/n) to return home. Left alone in the dimly lit dormitory, (Y/n) couldn't resist the urge to explore. She roamed the halls, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors, as if the dormitory itself whispered secrets of its past.

Despite the sarcastic tone of her remark earlier, (Y/n) couldn't deny the allure of the old, mysterious dormitory. There was an undeniable charm in its decay, a sense of history that seeped through every crack in the walls. It was a place that seemed frozen in time, waiting for someone to breathe life back into its forgotten halls.

The ambiance of the dorm that screams mystery lightened up a feeling in her. The idea of uncovering the secrets of not only this dorm but the whole school—excites her.

"I love mysteries" she smiles thinking of her future endeavors inside this premises.

As she ventured deeper into the dormitory, a sudden downpour of rain began outside. The broken ceiling allowed water to seep through, creating a symphony of dripping sounds that echoed through the empty rooms. (Y/n) looked up, watching as droplets fell from the ceiling, forming small puddles on the worn-out floor. "Oh...what a nice welcome this is" she nonchalantly voiced out.