Eric singer stares at you (ASMR) (Eric Singer X reader)

Hell

A wet, spongy noise ripped through the air as you laid on the bed, blindfolded. You were suffering from sensory deprivation from being starved in your mother's basement. The spongy noise thundered again. You gripped the table, knocking your gaming keyboard into the floor.

You pulled the meditation blindfold off and pounded it to the ground. "noooo!" You screamed before sliding off the table. You walked over to a window and opened it. Instead of the sun, the sky or the landscape, you saw Eric Singer, pasted to the background like a wallpaper.

He stared straight into your eyes with a gaze so striking it was ice cold with a deep red light under him. It pierced your soul really badly. You took a deep breath. A few days ago, you were eating dinner with your family and everything was surprisingly normal.

That spongey sound burst through the air, echoing across the empty planes loud enough to deafen anyone not behind walls. You threw your hands over your ears and ducked. Nothing. Just Eric singer blinking. You wanted to cry very badly.

You walked over to your phone, glancing out the window again. His eyes didn't follow you, but who said he wasn't watching? By now, it seemed like he knew all your deepest secrets. You walked over to your bed and sat down, taking a deep breath. What were you going to make for breakfast?

Maybe if you walked into the kitchen under .5 seconds, he would disappear. You jogged into the kitchen. You looked out the window, only to see his giant face gazing emptily at you. Maybe there was a hint of disappointment, but you most likely conjured that in your brain. Everything around him was black and your house was dark.

You breathed the oddly muggy air and stumbled into the bathroom, lowering your head in utter defeat. You clasped the edge of the sink. Tears ripped through your eyelids and barreled down your cheeks. Your heart twisted like the devil himself was responsible.

What were you even doing here? Your teardrops hit the sink basin with a little thud. God, was it quiet. Were there other people in this purgatory? You looked up into the mirror, only to see your own swollen eyes. Then, out of the mirror behind you, you saw Eric singer's face, most likely taking delight in your suffering even though it was empty.

You broke into sobs. "Why is this happening to me?!" You exploded. Did you fall, hit your head and die? It had only been a week. You'd been keeping track of the calendar when you thought the day would go by. At least your phone still worked. Your house had electricity. It could always go bad and even worse... right?

You sniffled and wiped away your tears. 'The fuck...' you thought to yourself. You hobbled back into the living room and plopped on the sofa. Maybe being dead would be better than this. You turned on the television. Worked as normal. At least you had access to HBO max, Hulu, Disney and whatever.

You glanced out the window on the wall to the left of you. Eric stared in so intently it was like he was bored too and trying to see what you were watching. Or, you were just conjuring that up in your head too. You can never tell with an expression that empty.

So this was what hell was. Eventually, you got yourself some popcorn and sadly ate. Hopefully, as he stared at you to eat, you'd come to love him. Maybe... you'd even grow attached.