Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3

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『Reader POV』  

The familiar flower field stretches endlessly before me, a kaleidoscope of colors under a blood-red sky. The petals, once vibrant, now appear wilted and lifeless, their edges curling like claws. The sweet fragrance I once loved is replaced by a sickly, suffocating scent. Each step I take sinks into the ground, as if the earth itself is swallowing me whole. Dark shadows flicker at the edges of my vision, whispering my name in a chilling, distorted chorus.

Suddenly, the flowers twist and writhe, morphing into thorny vines that ensnare my ankles, tightening painfully. I try to scream, but my voice is swallowed by the oppressive silence. Panic surges as I struggle against the vines, which now snake up my legs, their thorns digging into my skin.

The field's horizon distorts, revealing grotesque, monstrous figures emerging from the once serene landscape. Their hollow eyes and twisted smiles fixate on me, advancing slowly. I feel a cold, creeping dread as the ground beneath me splits open, revealing a dark abyss.

My heart pounds in my chest as I fight to free myself, but the vines pull tighter, dragging me closer to the chasm. The monstrous figures loom over me, their presence suffocating. Just as I'm about to be consumed by the darkness, I jolt awake, drenched in cold sweat, the nightmare's terror lingering in my mind.

I clutch my chest as I try to steady my throbbing heartbeat, my head spinning. I struggle not to let the dizziness and anxiety consume me, my body strangely numb with pain, even though I'm awake. I drape my legs over the edge of the bed, staring down onto the floor. As I stand up, every step I take threatens to bring me to my knees. I slump against the door of my room, holding onto the handle with quivering hands.

I almost trip while opening the door, leaning against the wall. Tears well up in my eyes while I struggle to make my way to Sethos room. The memory of the flower field is still as lively as when I was asleep, and I can't help but feel intimidated. Am I overreacting? He won't think I'm pathetic, right? Question after question troubles my mind. The cold of the floor seeps into my skin, creeping up my legs whilst I struggle to remain upright. After what seems like eternity, I creek Sethos door open, sneaking inside. My eyes hush around the room, the darkness  creating a terribly chilling pressure. With my last steps, I climb onto Sethos bed, snuggling up to him in fear.

His warmth is immediate, a stark contrast to the cold dread that has taken root inside me. I press closer, seeking comfort in his steady presence. My trembling subsides slightly as I feel his slow, rhythmic breathing.

As I lay there, trying to absorb the warmth and comfort of Sethos, my mind races, still haunted by the nightmare's vivid imagery. The terror of the blood-red sky, the monstrous figures, and the suffocating vines lingers in the back of my mind. I shiver involuntarily, pulling myself closer to him. It's almost as if I can feel the pain of the vines around my legs. Or is it just the suffocating cold of the floor?

Sethos stirs, his body shifting slightly as he begins to wake. His arm, heavy with sleep, wraps around me instinctively. "Hey," he mumbles, his voice thick with drowsiness. "What's wrong?"

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice. "Nightmare," I whisper, my words barely audible. "I... I couldn't stay alone."

He tightens his hold on me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. "It's okay," he murmurs. "You're safe here."

I nod, closing my eyes and trying to focus on his voice, his touch, anything to dispel the lingering fear. "It felt so real," I confess, my voice trembling. "The flowers... they turned into these horrible things. And the sky was red, and..."