FNF Sky X Reader (Super Cool REMASTERY!)

Another Rainy Day (Week 1)

It was a warm rainy Friday morning, the clouds seemed to be in deep depression as its been raining all day, yet it was also very hot and humid. Thinking to yourself how it must be the sun's attack of raging heat on the clouds is what's making them cry. But it was also nice, the sun and rain counteract each other normally hot and frigid temperature, making a nice fresh walk outside in the park next to your house. The sun and rain make a fog that separates you and the park from the rest of reality. And it's especially scenic right now since you are the only person in the entire park. Whenever life gets a little too much it is nice to know that this park will always be here, like a beacon of hope, a place you can go to rest and reset yourself. You continue walking the wet concrete walkway, avoiding deep puddles of water as you begin to take time to reflect.

This is the 1st anniversary of the day you first moved to Funk Town, fresh out of a college for the arts on your 19th birthday, you know that this was the best place to achieve your dream of being a musical sensation. And hey, it worked for your friend/dorm mate. Your days are mostly spent doing your part-time job as an assistant and a music studio downtown and working on your own work at home. Money isn't really a problem since your parents gave you their winning of the lottery, seeing as they enjoyed their simple lives back in your hometown. The days seem to be flouting by as you watch everyone around you having luck with their careers, both in and out of music. But this never discouraged you, it just set a strange mix of feelings in you, happiness and slight jealousy for those around you succeeding, pity for your shortcomings in your career as a musician, and anger for the world around you. Not because it did anything to you, but because it seems to be withholding something from you that you wish you had, something to be part of you, something to help you, something to make you happy, something that could remind you that everything is gonna be ok when the weight of the world is on your shoulders...

 Walking along the path you see a microphone lying on the ground, wet, broken, and abandoned. You walk towards it to have a closer look when you hear something a bit in the distance. I thought I was by myself. You walk towards the direction of the sound to investigate. Crying? Worried someone left their kid at the park or something, you walk closer. And to your horror it was someone crying, but it wasn't a little kid, but a lady with her head in her lap on a swing set quietly crying to herself. She sat there in her blue skirt and white T-shirt, sitting as her long sky blue hair got soaked in the rain. As you approached her she lifted her head from her lap revealing her large magenta eyes. You begin to open your mouth to speak when she interrupts you-

???: what do you want...?

Refusing to make eye contact, she looks at your shoes from the swing she's sitting at. You struggle to form your words as she continues to cry in front of you, her tears being washed away by the rain and her cries being drowned out by the coming thunder.

Y/N: A-are you ok, is there somewhere you can go?

???: cmmf... no, I don't belong anywhere... I have no one... I am unloved... I am uncared for... I am unwanted... I am alone...

Her tears begin to leak from her eyes bigger and faster as she begins to appear smaller curl into herself...

???: I am a relic they want to get rid of, so why do I exist? In order to exist, you need a purpose. To exist for no reason is the same as being dead...

Y/N: ...

Seeming to be talking to herself more than she is talking to you, an umbrella appeared over her head. It was yours, standing next to her the both of you sit in silence as the rain showers the area around you and it seems to grow stronger. The both of you stare into the distance of the fog, barely being able to see more than 10 meters ahead of you. Turning to her and looking down you ask her-