Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader [DISCONTINUED!]

Chapter 15

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Not again... No... Please... End my suffering...

I couldn't bear the sight anymore. The flowers, so full of live, so beautiful, we're making me feel sick to the point of wanting to die.

I don't want to feel the pain. I don't want to see him like this. I don't want to die this way. My own, self-destructive thoughts were suffocating me and every spark of hope I had left. 

Over and over, I had to walk the same path again and again, just to die next to him. I think this time will be no different, but it seems like I'm painfully wrong. 

I don't know where they're coming from, but little cherry blossom petals fall from the sky, even though no tree is in sight. What a pretty view, I think. 

They seem beautiful, delicate, and serene. But as they touch my skin, a searing pain shoots through me. The petals burn like acid, each touch leaving a blistering wound. I try to brush them off, but more fall, each one a fresh agony. 

I take a few steps away, desperate to escape the tormenting rain of petals that only seems to get worse. They burn my skin onto the bone, leaving a horrific feeling. 

Hearing faint laughter behind me, I hastily turn around, panic rising in my chest as I recognize that voice immediately. "Nari?!" No. No, no, no, no, no!! Not him too! Please!

While getting closer, he still doesn't notice me, seemingly talking to someone. Said person is just a faint black shilouette of someone I can't tell who it is. Tighnari's body seems strangely... transparent, as if he's not really there. The petals also just seem to... go through him. 

Now I stand close enough to touch him, hesitantly placing my hand on his shoulder. Or at least trying to.

My hand just goes through his body.

"W- what the-" I take a step back, still frantically trying to brush the petals off my skin. My hands are smeared with my own blood after a little, a silent testament to the unbearable pain. I whine quietly, looking up at Tighnari's face again. 

Behind me, I now hear another, also awfully familiar voice. Cyno. Seemingly surrounded by a bunch of other people, that are also just a black, shadowy mess. 

I just want to tear my skin off, the pain slowly turning into hatred and envy. Why can they be happy?? Why can they fall asleep without worrying about being relentlessly tormented when they're supposed to rest?!

My blood boils. The pain doesn't make it better in the slightest. I'm close to strangling myself. 

The petals continue to fall, relentless in their assault. Each one that touches me sends a fresh wave of agony through my body, and I can feel my sanity slipping away with every searing burn. I look at my friends, seemingly oblivious to my torment, and the rage within me grows.

One of the petals lands on my right eye, burning it like melting butter. I scream in agony, but no sound escapes my throat. My cries are swallowed by the oppressive silence of the nightmare. The voices continue to laugh and talk, completely unaware of my suffering.

I claw at my skin, desperate to rid myself of the burning petals, but it's useless. The pain is all-consuming, and I can feel myself breaking down, both physically and mentally.

"Why can't you be happy like them?" the shadows seem to say. "Why are you always the one suffering?"

I fall to my knees, the weight of the petals and the words crushing me. I can't take it anymore. The hatred and envy bubble up inside me, threatening to explode.