𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 |•| PHIGHTING x READER

☆ 1 • 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘕. ☆

' Baby, Cleanse me.'

I felt my breath feel ragged, the pain, my head.. everything fucking hurt. My eyes cracked open, the sun blinding me as I did so. Fuck you sun.

At this point, I tried gaining my breath. All I remember was being thrown in a portal by some weird looking woman then blacking out. I crawled towards a wall, I was in an alleyway, I guess.

I felt, odd. I looked down at my hands and gasped, my color!! NO!! I'm fucking.. paper white.. I was wearing the same outfit before I came here, but why can't i remember anything, my parents, my siblings, friends.

Nothing.

I laid my head against the wall, and felt something hard. I've never felt more uncomfortableness in the pain I'm in right now. I moved my head away and put my hand on my head, felt.. horns?? I felt my pajama shorts/pants for my phone, I surprisingly had it.

I turned it on and saw the regular time and everything, but when I unlocked it, it was empty. I went to contacts and only saw one number, I opened it and felt unnerved.

♡ : I'll be looking for you, I can't let my little button rot in pain now, can i?~

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, I didn't know who this person was, so I just went to my camera to see how I looked like and..

HOLY SMOKES I DO HAVE HORNS.. My horns were curled (similar to a sheeps horns), and they're my F/C, so we're my eyes. My eyes, for some reason, had a spade shapped sparkle, sick! I turned my phone off and placed it in my lap, hopefully just staying still and subsiding my mind would ease the excruciating pain all over my body.

Think about.. cats! Did you know that Cats purring can heal a person? Usually, with stress, it's the vibrations that relax the brain!

As I took in deep breaths, I eventually started to feel the pain fade, but I still felt it was just not as bad.. I picked up my phone and put it in my pocket, placing my hand on the concrete wall, I tried to pull myself up. It took a few tries before I could finally manage to stand, putting all my support on the wall.

I'm hungry, ngl..

I started to walk my way out of the alleyway, reminder I'm still holding on the wall like I hold the edge of the pool when I'm in the deep end.

I looked out and saw a lot of people pass by, and it seemed like everybody had white skin and horns. Some are missing some, others not. I tried to talk to someone for help, but I couldn't say anything.

I looked over and saw a bench. OMG, YES!! Homeless material, and it's not metal.

I quickly made way there so I don't fall, realizing I literally needed the wall so I can at least stand. I flopped on the bench, getting weird looks as I did, expected I'm literally wearing pajamas. I lay on the bench, feeling embrassed, I don't wanna look homeless.. Whoever is on my ass, please save me..

My eyes looked around for anyone, but they just walked by, what was it called again? Oh, the bystander effect.

You could be fighting for your life from someone else, dying on the bench, or anything that risks your life, and a person would just look and continue their life. If they don't have any morals.