Cry of Fear (Simon Henriksson x Fem! Reader)

1.12

(See, my days are cold without you, but im hurting while im with you, and though my heart can't take no more, i keep on running back to you !!!  ok, i need to stop ❌️❌️❌️)

Translations

"du förstår?" > "you understand?"
"sötnos" > "sweet cheeks/sweetheart"

TW: GORE AND SELF-HARM

3RD PERSON POV

It was silent in the damp hallway, with the occasional creaks of the floor and groans from other monsters.

It was just [Name] and Simon, none of the two speaking a word as he looked at her with unease after her shout. Like a prey fearing its predator when it gets found.

It's strange that for only a few hours, so much changed. Her demeanor was no longer melancholic but alert and almost aggressive. It frightened Simon to see a quiet and polite girl so scared and shaking.

The mind was a whole other world. In some cases, people respond differently to the same scenario, depending on the environment they lived in as a child.

Some kids got the luxury of getting their lunched packed for them by their mommy or daddy. Some had to get lunch at school for free (paying to get a second), and the rest?

They were left guessing what they were gonna eat at all.

Even right after they ate.

It was the same way on how emotions are just waiting and guessing to see who or when they want to expose the person at their own risk.

It's strange how the mind has a flight or fight motion. Some cases, just freezing from the sudden shock and pressure.

[Name] kept her gaze at Simon, still heaving, thinking. The smell of rot was getting to her head and figured that she was about to throw up again.

Simon held her nervous gaze as his hands shook, his eyes drifting to the body a couple of feet from her.

His eyes widened at the horrifying sight.

The body of a monster was ripped from its skeleton, organs sticking out of its abdominal area, intestines spilling out like spaghetti and clots of blood acting as meatballs. Eyeballs are missing from its socket, making the monsters "eyes" look hollow and empty.

Quite literally.

The jaw crushed and dislocated from its original position, bones sticking out of every possible place in the monsters disfigured body.

A puddle of dark red garnished the body, along with the rancid stench if death and rotten fish.

He almost threw up at the sight.

Simon took a few steps back and covered his mouth with a shaking hand. What the hell happened?

His eyes were drawn back to [Name] and swallowed his vomit back. The substance burning his throat as it went back down for now.
He didn't know what to do in this situation.