Trapped (Alastor x reader) (Slow Updates)

Welcome Home Nightmares

WARNING! mentions of depression, torture, and brief mentions/discussions of child death and animal death (nothing graphic I promise)

You stare at the floating face that reminded you of the Cheshire cat in silence. You hadn't dared to speak or move after the statement it said with a matter of fact.

Mainly because it was true. But you knew that you never wanted to hurt her, let alone kill her. She was a Saint compared to you and your sister.

"I know everything that goes on in that little head of yours, dear" the voice stated calmly "I love drama as much as the next person, but this is something even I refuse to submit to, I do have standards after all, better than yours anyway"

You do your best to keep your face as blank as possible to hide the confusion you were feeling, this, creature, sounded a lot like Alastor, but the way it spoke sounded modern. Was this some kind of manifestation of your guilt mixed with your depression? Did other people experience depression like this as well?

"But I suppose I can tone it down for tonight" the creature continued, his face moving in the shadows as if thinking out loud while on a stroll "after all, there'll be plenty of time to, play, as it were"

Everything inside of you was screaming that this wasn't right, that this wasn't normal. You weren't sure how to describe it other than that this was wrong.

Wake up. Wake up now

"I won't deny though, the way you flaunt yourself behind the microphone, the way you hold yourself in front of others with that lovely smile of yours" he makes a 'chef's kiss' noise "pure gold, genius, pure deception at its finest"

'Reality, true passion' were all you could think of during that statement.

"Oh I suppose I can indulge in your little curiosity" the voice sighed "I can tell by the look you're giving me"

You try to speak, to say anything to this voice, but your mouth refused to move.

"Think if you can't speak, I'll hear either way, dear. Although personally I would prefer to listen to that lovely voice of yours, before I rip it out of your throat"

Well that was comforting to hear. NOT!

You honestly don't know what to say, to even think of a response to this, being, hiding in the shadows, like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the moment to strike. Is this, creature, even real? An illusion? The last thing you remember was lying in bed and then next thing you know your here.

"So many thoughts, so little time" the voice sighed "but, I suppose I can indulge you this one time" he made it sound like he was doing you a favour "no, I am not- well, I suppose to some extent this is a dream, but I am as real as you are, just in a different form of it"

Something that exists on another level, like the fact that you were housing demons from Hell for the time being.

"Ah yes, those people, well, at least you have some good taste, I suppose"

What the heck did he mean by that? And why did it go dark all of a sudden?

"Now then, where were we? Oh yes"

You find yourself in a room straight out of a horror movie.

"Cutting you into a million pieces before I eat them"

When you wake up the next morning, it's with a jolt and shove from your chest that sends your heart racing, nothing appears to be out of place in your room but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was very. Off. And very, very bad.