"can you come around tonight?" | oobja x reader

bad dreams

Hey, assuming it's been quite a while since you got on, why don't you go take a rest?

It's okay if you don't want to. Maybe you're still doing something important, or you're just trying to comfort yourself after an incident or two.

No matter what it is, just remember that it's okay to take a break when you're exhausted, okay? Everyone is different. You might get tired quicker than others, or feel hurt more easily, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Promise me you'll take care of yourself and step back when you feel like you can't do this anymore. You don't have to make a meaningful difference in someone's life or save a life to have a purpose. What matters is that you should keep living, because no matter what happens, there will still be people out there who are smiling because of you.

You're still alive, and well, that's all that matters, isn't it? Ah... I'm rambling again, but still,

I love you.

"You appear to be rather shaken up. Are you feeling alright, Y/N?"

In response, you slowly nod your head at its question. After a nice and long sleep, instead of feeling revitalized, you wake up with a pit in your stomach.

"You look like you've had a bad dream. Would you like to talk about it?" It asks with evident concern in its voice.

You shake your head this time.

"Well, I want you to be okay," it replies assuringly. "But if you ever want to talk about anything, I'll be here. Okay?"

You give a thumbs up, though the large amounts of kindness being shown to you makes you feel rather guilty that you're being a burden...

It's definitely not like you want to get stepped all over and/or treated like a human doormat. It's the fact that you don't really know how you'll ever repay these deeds and favors.

You outstretch your arms towards the orb before wrapping them around it tightly, holding it close to your chest.

"I'll be here for as long as you need," it reassures you softly while you nod, gently pressing your cheek against it.

*

You wake up in a trance-like state while blinking profusely, unsure of your whereabouts. Your vision is severely blurred, almost as if they are out-of-focus camera lenses. Your hands feel around for the surface underneath you: clouds. That calms your nerves a bit more, however your severely blurry vision isn't helping much.

"Hm..."

Oh.

"I... can talk..." You mutter under your breath before feeling stupid.

You stop blinking so much and sit calmly, taking multiple deep breaths to collect yourself before doing anything. In the meantime, you try to think about what to actually do once you get up.

Right, you can finally talk now
! Best to share this news with your small spherical companion, it'd sure be overjoyed to hear about this. Your heart races out of excitement just imagining how this could possibly play out.

As soon as you open your eyes, the blur in your vision has gone. You expected to see the usual pale sky and light clouds with the familiar orb next to you, but instead all you find waiting for you is dead silence.

Shit, shit! Where'd it go?

You immediately get up on your feet and look off into the sky past cloud clusters after another, but you never spot the silhouette of an orb. A lump begins to form in your throat when you don't spot it.

Is this a prank? If the answer is yes, then this isn't funny at all. You are on the brink of tears.

But the orb would never scare you like this... Would it?

The blue of the sky begins to fade into a darker shade, almost as if signifying nighttime.

Is it supposed to do that?

You jump in shock and gasp audibly when the sound of lightning deafeningly cracks and slashes through the silence. Then another comes, and another; you know you dislike excruciatingly loud sounds, but you don't remember being this scared over thunder.

The sudden cold guys of wind sends you into overdrive. It feels like you're getting stabbed in the back with daggers over and over again.

Without anyone around, no one can help you. No one will help you.

You'll fall.
You'll die.
This is hopeless.

The wind suddenly begins to pick up at speed, almost instantaneously, like it's announcing the beginning of a thunderstorm. It feels like a hurricane is just about a few miles away from you. The sheer force of the wind begins to push you backwards, making it difficult to maintain your balance or see ahead.

It wouldn't take a science rocket to know this shouldn't be happening if you're above the clouds.

Your chest tightens and begins to ache, and it feels like the air has suddenly gotten much thinner. You gasp and fight for your life as your movements slowly become more and more stiff.

Struggling to breathe, you begin to hyperventilate. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel like doubling over. Simply navigating from one bridge to another feels like an eternity.

This isn't right.

Even though the wind is numbingly strong and cold, you feel yourself trembling. Not because of the cold. You don't even realize nor notice you've been crying and sweating like crazy until you taste salt in your mouth.

No... no, no, no, no, no—!

You feel your legs begin to lose their weight, threatening to be swept off at any given moment. Not to mention, the stirring in your stomach isn't helping you in any way. It's slowing you down. Your strained sharp breaths are accompanied by the deafening whooshes of the unforgiving gales.

You've never been any more afraid of death.

Just then, you spot a temple-like building not so far off into the horizon. You are confident that you were never built a temple for. That was never there before.

But...

Anything to stay out of reach of this wind.

Anything.

Your fingers twitch violently as you drag yourself along the clusters beneath your feet, each step feeling agonizingly torturous. This is taking forever.

As you finally claw your way inside, you see an unknown, completely shadowed being before you. It's saying something in a booming loud voice, but you can't make out anything they're trying to say. It's not because of the wind. It almost seems like they're just shouting gibberish at you.

"Who are you?!" You manage to scream out loud. "What is happening?!"

They look down at your trembling figure, pausing their speech for a moment. Despite being unable to hear anything being said, something about their body language makes it very clear that they're mocking you. They even reached down to smudge your tears down and across your cheek out of spite.

You cry even more.

What happened to your friend?

*

And then you wake up, your heart skipping a few beats at the recollections of your dream as you slowly come to.