Unexpected Dinner Plans (Chacier x Reader)

Unexpected Dinner Plans

A crackle of static filled the air, after a few seconds a tune played all around you that slowly woke you up. Eyes still shut as they felt heavy and tired. You recognize this song, your grandmother had a record of it all the time; constantly playing when you arrive at her house. For a second you thought to yourself you're at her house, safe and secure, perhaps you fell asleep at her place. Although, you don't recall ever going to her place or even seeing her, a lingering feeling dug deep into your brain as you remember.

Your grandmother was dead, she has been for a few years.

Snapping your eyes open in a panicked alarm you find yourself seated before a grand dark oak table. A runner made out of red and black lace decorated the top with two sets of black candles affixed within beautiful crystal candle holders. Both alit with a ghastly blue flame as it danced gracefully in the still air. Feeling discomfort at your wrists you glanced down to see black tendrils holding you in place, a scared whimper left your lips as you tugged at the shadows but they will not budge. However, they did lighten up a bit when they noticed your discomfort, but not enough for you to break free.

Diverging your gaze from the cold caresses of the tendrils you glanced around the room you were in. It was hard to depict where you were because of the shadows lingered around you, the only thing illuminating the room were the two candles and a small fire going a few feet away from your left within a fireplace. The fire there was a subtle blue but for some reason the room was not illuminated in a hue but as if it was just a beacon of light.

None of this made sense, you swore you were at home not too long ago within your room; how the hell did you end up here at this strange dining room. "H...hello?! Is anyone there?!" You called out into the darkness for it to only echo around you, mingling with the gentle song still playing. The air felt uncomfortably cold all the sudden, a shudder ran through your body as goosebumps rose from arms as the chill got to you. Then you heard it, a hum following along with the song, a male but it sounded wrong, raspy like a rattling window as well as the clicking of shoes on the floor approaching you from behind. Attempting to turn your head to see who ever it was but you couldn't as the man stayed out of your peripheral vision making it impossible to see who ever kidnapped you. An inkling feeling crawled up your spine letting you know he's behind you, even closer the cold was worse as it felt like you're about to freeze to death on the spot, however a smell tickles your nose and senses in both ways. Vile and someone delicious, like a cooked chicken with other things and on the other hand like a rotting corpse that made you gag ready to throw up from the smell.

"Come now, Mon Chéri. Is that appropriate at the table?" He spoke with a teasing tone, his french accent thick before an arm came around you, his hand, grey like an undead body with frostbitten like claws holding out a silver plate. You stared at the man's hand in horror, was he a zombie, no way zombies were real right? This had to be some sick and twisted dream, maybe you overate some pie last night. That's right, it could be, you remember your mother telling you too much sugar before bed will give you nightmares.

However, the smell of the food on the plate as well as the smell of the decaying man was too surreal to be a dream, you were truly scared of this man. Turning your head to the side to avert your gaze away from the frostbitten hand but you felt a gentle caress on your chin and a gentle tug towards the back the way you were looking. Coming face to face with the man, this beast, a pair of black glasses covered where his eyes should be but a singular red and white eye stared back at you.

His head wrapped up in bandages that looked to be stained with black blood or some sort of oil, there was however a missing chunk of his head that you can see inside his skull. There was no brain, no organs, just shadows living inside his head like worms in dirt, his nose and lips were missing, leaving bone and exposed sharp teeth, something from your worst dreams. Covering the rest of his body were a series of old gauze and a black trenchcoat that went through worse hell than his face sat comfortably on his body. "Ahh, your eyes shine brighter than I imagined" A purr left his maw as he tilted your head from side to side, looking over your face and features. "Alas your skin, smooth like silk, like finest of fabrics" He complimented as his thumb left your chin to brush against your cheek, his touch, oh gods his touch was like that of death itself.