Owen oneshots

The humming

Trigger warning(s): Implied stalking (?)

First POV
POV: Owen
Owen's age: 14
Unnamed friend's age: 14

(THIS IS NOT CANON TO OWEN'S CHARACTER. THIS HAS (Technically) CANONICALLY NEVER HAPPENED TO HIM)

The gentle buzzing of the lights within the room is the only thing keeping me from sleep. But I already turned off the lights. The humming should've stopped. Why is it still humming?

I unravel myself from the warm and secure cloth I wrapped myself in and get up from my cush mattress, my form sluggishly trudging to the light switch. I extend an arm and flick the switch, the room now illuminated by the lightbulb. The room dims to black as I flick the switch again. The humming continues.

I continue to flick the switch. On, off, on, off, on, off. No matter which way the switch is and no matter how long I wait between each switch, the humming persists, the sound clouding my conscience. I'm tempted to tear apart the wall to get rid of the insistent buzz, but I'd rather not be yelled at by mother. So, instead, I turn the lights off yet again and go back to my bed. Instead of searching for the source of the noise, I'll drown it out.

I grab my phone and headphones, connecting them to the device before putting them on my head and listening to some music.

The buzzing continues.

I turn the music up louder.

The buzzing gets louder.

I change the song to a metal song and turn up the volume.

The buzzing doesn't go away.

I turn the volume up to a point where it'll probably damage my hearing. But I don't care. I need to get rid of the buzzing.

But it won't go away. Nothing I do makes the buzzing leave my mind. It's always there. Waiting...

Watching...

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Brrrrring!

"Hmn..?" A soft groan leaves my lips as I groggily raise my head from the wooden object, my head slowly taking in my surroundings.

A classroom. Everyone seemed to be leaving. I must've slept through class. But... I don't remember whatever happened before I fell asleep. Odd.

I grab my bag pack from between my ankles and get up from my desk, moving towards the door.

I feel his eyes burning through my flesh.

My head turns to his direction.

"Hey, Owen. You good? You fell asleep." My friend says, his tone one of concern. I simply give him a dismissive wave as we begin to walk down the halls.

"So, mine or yours?"

"Huh?"

"Mine or yours." He repeats. I give him a confused look.

"We have a project we have to do, remember?" He says. I sheepishly shake my head, not remembering that we had a project, which was odd. I usually remember those things. But, whatever. Things happen.

The gentle humming of the lights above us plays in the background as my friend explains what the project was, and we end up doing it at mine.

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The gentle buzzing of the lights within the room is the only thing keeping me from sleep. Well, that and the thought of if we did good enough on the project and if we rushed it. It's mainly the noise, though. It started when my friend left, and it's been a whole hour now. The noise has consistently played since.

I reluctantly move the warm blanket from my body and lift myself out of bed before walking around my room, trying to hear where the source of the sound is. As I walk around the room to see where the sound is louder, it just seems like I'm getting farther away from the humming. I give up after a few minutes and go back to my bed, flopping face first in to the mattress.

The buzzing is louder. I lift my head and look at the windows right next to my bed. I move myself on to the windowsill and open them, the crisp night air biting the sensitive skin on my face. The buzzing gets louder.

I look around for a moment before quickly noticing a phone on the outside windowsill, the phone just barely fitting. It was on some YouTube video that played buzzing light noises. I pause it. The sound disappears.

Who the hell would do this? I think to myself as my gaze scans the ground and forest outside my window, searching for whoever did it.

And there he was. Waiting...

Watching...

I quickly went to shut the windows, but I wasn't fast enough. I look down at the blow dart that was now lodged my arm. My vision begins to turn black and I feel my body start to go limp, before I fall face forward out of my window.

CRRUNCH!

Pain shoots through my skull as I hit the ground, but my body's too tired to try and do anything about it. Then I hear it again. It's not the humming of a light this time, though. It's his humming.

I feel a hand begin to caress my hair as my vision goes completely black. I know that he's still watching.

And now I'm forever stuck with his humming...

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Edit: The reason why I said "technically" hasn't canonically happened to him is because this whole chapter was a dream, even the part after he supposedly woke up from the dream. This dream does still affect him, though, as he remembers most, if not all, of his dreams.