I'll Find A New Place To Be Found (Mike Schmidt/Reader)

Yellow Rabbit

Mike's hands gently held your face before pulling back. Both of you panting softly as he sat up. He let out an airy laugh and you couldn't help but giggle. "So brave." You teased, gently tapping his side with your leg. Mike rolled his eyes before rolling to lay next to you. "Don't say it like that." He said, gently shoving you, "Make me sound like a dork." You laughed, shaking your head as you tried to quiet down. "You are a dork, Mike." You stated. "Agree to disagree." He says, shaking his head. He was a dork, nothing could ever change your mind. His dorky smile was enough to prove it. You reached over to push his curls out of his face. Your finger dragging down to his jaw.

The light from the TV lit up both of you enough to see each other's faces. You both looked a bit messy. His curls stuck up and his lips a deeper red from the kisses. You couldn't help admiring him. Though he wasn't ready to commit, a part of you knew he was yours; you were his just as equally. "Hey..." He whispered, gently placing his hand on your cheek. "I um... Wanted to ask you earlier.. Last night you were thrashin' around. Did you have a nightmare?" You looked at him, hoping he didn't notice your face shift slightly. You weren't ready to tell him. You wanted to keep him as far as possible from the truth. You could only give a weary smile as you pressed a kiss to his palm.

"I'm okay, Mike." You said, sitting up a bit. Your hands guiding Mike's head to your chest. You needed to protect him. You knew in your heart you were sent here for him. Your hands gently ran through his hair as his head rested against your chest. "Promise?" He muffled into the shirt, looking up at you. "Promise." You said, petting his head gingerly. He nodded, nuzzling his face into your chest. You hummed quietly, reaching and pulling one of the blankets over you both. You absentmindedly played with his hair as you soothed Mike into a peaceful sleep. You buried your head into his head as you closed your eyes. The last thing you felt was Mike's gentle squeeze around your torso.

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You awoke in a tent. A soft gasp left your lips as you looked around the tent. A bag of clothes spilling out of it. String lights hung up around the top and your fluffy sleeping bag snug around you. You knew this now, you were at the campsite. Your breath caught before you scurried out of your sleeping bag. However, when you opened the tent, it opened to an arcade. Black light purples and yellows blared the walls, dinging and ringing ran from every game. You sighed as you looked around. You crawled out slowly to try and figure out what the hell was happening. But when you stood the tent entrance zipped up, leaving you behind. You could tell you were still small. Your chest was up to most counters which told enough. You weren't in a memory, however you seemed to stay the same as the campsite memory.

Your hands dragged over the counter to a pin knocking game as you looked over the different games. Nothing felt familiar. However, when you reached the main area, you remembered this place. Though empty of people, the music and lights were on full display. You walked out to what seemed to be an eating area to the sight of what seemed to be singing animals. You squinted as the bear bellowed songs, his rabbit friend shredded the guitar, and the chicken swayed awkwardly to the music. Creepy was the only way to describe it as you walked past to a wall. Torn up drawings scattered the walls. As if someone was trying to remove them in a hurry. As your hand reached out to take one of the pictures, a quiet 'hey!' came from your left. Your head turned to see the back room doors swing close.

You knew better. You've seen hundreds of horror movies. However, you felt yourself being practically dragged after him. You dragged your feet after him, your light up shoes illuminating the hall as you walked further down. You felt smaller than you did the last time you were here. Even with the hall being fixed, you couldn't help but feel like a child. Your hands gently rubbing together as you silently followed the kid. He was far enough for his figure to be just a shape. You could see enough to know he was a very young boy, with how short he was and how his sweater looked too big on him. His hair looked curly from the way his hair bounced. He was definitely very young.

Which made your stomach drop.

He walked to a door, standing in it for a moment before running in. You didn't know what compelled you to run after him. However, you felt a chill up your spine. As if something bad was going to happen. With that, you ran after him, only stopping dead in your tracks at the sight. A broken and thrown around kitchen, however that wasn't what took your attention. A what looked to be a yellow rabbit sat against the island. Hoarse breathing and twitches as if he was on the brink of death. However, the smug laugh that left him as he shakily reached for you. "You..." The rabbit hissed, "You aren't who I'm looking for." His voice was like a spitting animal. Angry and entitled to your attention. You felt your voice catch in your throat as you tried to speak. "But you... Are important enough to be here." His voice warned you. You knew this was about Mike. When you realized this, the rabbit laughed again.

"Oh." He sneers, "This is golden. I'll be keeping my eye on you. Y/N. I look forward to.. Seeing you again." His voice grumbled in annoyance and pain as his body seized. You could only gasp in a breath as you finally regained control of yourself. You wasted no time running back down the hall, your feet hitting the floor so hard you could almost feel your feet go numb. However, you slipped, falling face first into the floor. This made you wake up, gasping and panting for air as your eyes shot open. However, your face felt wet and cold..

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You woke up in the yard. Your body was so cold you couldn't stand. You had no idea how far you walked. You had no idea where you were. All you saw was snow and street lights. You shuddered a breath as your arms shook. Your arms wrapped around you as you laid in the snow. You needed to warm up before you froze to death. As your eyes fluttered, you watched a blob move closer and closer. You tried to keep your eyes open, but it was hard to. Your cheeks so cold you could almost feel it burn. You were going to freeze to death because of sleepwalking. Before you could slip into unconsciousness, you felt something wrap around you. Your body was lifted up and into something warm and soft.

"I got ya." Mike's voice rang in your ears. You dragged your eyelids open, gazing up at Mike's chin. All you could do was whine in response. The rest blurred together, only fully regaining composer once at the house an hour after Mike found your nearly frozen body outside. A hot water bottle on your forehead and a heated blanket and three blankets over your body. Mike sat anxiously next to you. He seemed relieved as you turned your head to him. "God I thought you were a goner.." He sighed out, slouching a bit in the chair with relief, "What were you doing outside? You could have frozen to death!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Yet he sounded more worried rather than annoyed. You looked at his face and felt your heart tug.

"I was sleepwalking." You said, turning your body to look at him, "While having a nightmare." His attention turned to you again, his brown eyes filled with concern as he sat on the bed next to you. "What was it?" He asked, looking down at you. You didn't want to tell him. The last thing he needed to know was something was trying to do something. What it was wasn't something you knew. Until you knew you weren't going to plague Mike's thoughts with the idea. "That I died." You said, "Something was chasing me." You were trying to be vague but also believable. He frowned a bit and gently rubbed your cheek. "Well... You're okay." He said softly, "And warmed up I hope." You smiled a bit and lifted the blanket. "Almost." You said, waving the blankets a bit.

Mike obediently laid under the blankets with you. Now in his bed rather than the fort, this felt different. The warmth of the blanket and Mike himself made you feel warm and tingly. Your body shifting closer to his. "You sure you're okay?" He asked, earning a huff from you. You gently pressed a kiss to his lips. A quiet ask for him to shut up. He took it, kissing you back as he moved the hot water bottle to the side table. You gently rested your head on the pillow and wrapped your arms around Mike, pulling him closer to you. He was easy to wrap his arms around you in return and pulled you into his chest. "I won't let you back in the snow." He said, "I locked both locks." You let out a tired laugh. His hands petting your head. However, you weren't able to fall asleep. He could, yet you stayed awake with fear. Your body was so tired but the idea of returning to the dream was enough to keep you up almost all night.

You could only sleep once your body finally gave out at around two in the morning. You didn't dream which God you were grateful for. There was too much to deal with when it came to sleeping at this point. You hoped the nightmares wouldn't be every night. You hoped it wouldn't drive you up the walls. The only way to hopefully stop them was to figure out their meanings. You could visit the library for books on dreams once the snow cleared. You'd make sure to look into the building and rabbit that you saw when you got to that point. Things felt too scary for this to be an escape from your crazy family. You knew now that moving away didn't spare you from dragging along problems.