Aphmau X Child! Reader

Chapter 7

In the dead of night, your room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of a nightlight casting soft, shadowy shapes on the walls.

It was a gift, from Laurance and Dante; the nightlight. You told them both about your fear of the dark-you'd been sleeping in the same bed as Aphmau for so long, afterall, it was a little frightening. So they put their money together and bought one just for you.

That nightlight got you threw lots of tough nights, when the wind sounded like ghosts. Or the stray branch was a knock on the door.

Those fuzzy shapes in the shadows made everything more peaceful and dream like. The air would still, heavy with the quiet of a household deep in slumber. Creating the utter peak of peace.

Tonight, was not one of those nights though as, suddenly, the tranquility was shattered.

You were seizing.

Your small frame convulsing violently, limbs jerked uncontrollably, flailing against the sheets with a force that seemed impossible for your size alone--And your eyes, wide open, stared blankly at the ceiling, pupils dilated and blurred.

What? What? What was happening? Why was this happening?

One minute you were asleep and now--you were awake with no control over your body.

You rolled onto the floor and crashed, heading hitting your head on the night stand on the way down. A throbbing headache insued. You could feel water from Bubbas bowl splash against the side of your face but it was only a little.

So atleast you didn't knock the entire thing over.

Sweat glistened on your brow, tiny beads forming and sliding down your temples, staining the ground alongside the fish water. Your fingers clenched into tight fists, nails digging into your palms, leaving crescent-shaped imprints in their wake.

And you cried. Internally, you sobbed and cried your heart out because why was this happening--what was it--and why couldn't you just scream out for your Mom?

You wanted your Mom.
She would make it stop.
She always made bad things stop.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the violent spasms began to subside, the jerking motions slowing to sporadic, weak twitches. Your body, exhausted and spent, layed limp and trembling as breath gradually evened out, though still ragged and shallow.

Your vision, slightly blurred, came back and eventually you were able to push yourself up on two trembling arms but still on the ground.

"Ah.." You hissed, bringing a hand to your head where a knot was already starting to form from where you hit the nightstand.

You pushed on it lightly and winced.

It hurt.

You needed to get to Mom.

But when you pulled your arm away from your face, your eyes widened at the material that seemed to be sticking to you like a glue.

Like it was actually apart of you.

'...Fur?'

Then, it happened. Not the seize but it. What happened at Nico and Sophias house, it happened again.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, tears pooling in your eyes when a crooked wet crack was heard. You stumbled back to the ground with a pained whimpear, clutching your sides as a sharp, inexplicable pain surged through your body. Your breath came out in ragged gasps again, each inhale a struggle as if your lungs were being squeezed by an invisible hand.