Simon Smoke x Male reader

Monstrous Child

!!!WARNING!!!
-Blood and gore

You woke up in Simon's bedroom, the soft bed beneath you like a cocoon of warmth, almost too comfortable to leave. It felt like you were floating on clouds. But then, yesterday's events came rushing back- Simon's confusing behavior, his protective nature, the way he crossed boundaries, and finally, how he asked you to be his boyfriend. Was it mood swings? Could a toy mascot have ADHD or something similar? Maybe he had been influenced by the teenagers or workers who interacted with him.

You sat up, feeling a slight weight around your legs. Lifting the bedsheet, you saw Simon curled around your lower body, his arms draped over your legs, his chest resting on your knees, and his head nestled against your stomach. He was softly snoring, and despite everything that had happened, the sight of him like this- vulnerable, almost innocent-was undeniably cute. You couldn't bring yourself to wake him, even as his presence stirred conflicting feelings within you.

A glint of something shiny caught your attention, drawing your gaze to the bed. It was Simon's gold dollar sign necklace, lying beside you instead of around his neck. His fingerless gloves, which usually added to his "cool guy" image, were neatly placed on his pillow. Had he removed them to make himself more comfortable while cuddling with you?

As you lay back down, Simon mumbled in his sleep, "No... Don't go... I need you." His words tugged at your heart, making you wonder if he was having a nightmare. Gently, you patted his head, running your fingers through his spiky, surprisingly smooth hair. The scent of lemon lingered from his conditioner, adding a strange sense of normalcy to the surreal situation.

Suddenly, Simon stirred, growling softly as he woke up. He blinked at you, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. "Good morning, pretty," he said with a smile, his tone teasing yet filled with affection. You had a chance to really study his eyes now-the dark sclera red pupils, giving feeling to the white and an otherworldly sense

Suddenly, Simon stirred, growling softly as he woke up. He blinked at you, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. "Good morning, pretty," he said with a smile, his tone teasing yet filled with affection. You had a chance to really study his eyes now-the dark sclera contrasted with the white and red pupils, giving him an otherworldly allure.

Without warning, he leaned in and kissed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth before you could react, and despite the suddenness, you found yourself moaning involuntarily. The kiss was passionate, hungry, but when Simon started getting more handsy, you pushed him away, overwhelmed.

You got out of bed, heart racing not just from the kiss but from the sudden wave of hunger that hit you. "Simon, I'm hungry," you said, breaking the awkward tension. "Do you have any food?"

Simon raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the question. "Humans get hungry?" he muttered under his breath, before shrugging. "Okay, I'll get you something to eat, but don't leave the castle while I'm gone, got it?" His tone was authoritative, yet there was a protective edge to it.

As Simon started preparing to leave, you noticed his claws were growing longer and sharper. It looked like he was getting ready for a fight, which made you nervous. Was he expecting trouble? Were his friends-like Baba Chops-still dangerous, or was he planning to hunt down survivors from the factory? You couldn't help but worry as he stepped through the castle gate, locking it behind him.

Alone again, you felt a growing sense of dread gnawing at you. What if Simon didn't come back? What if something happened to him? Or worse, what if he returned but turned on you? The fear was too much, so you returned to Simon's bed, trying to calm your thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud crash jolted you awake. Your eyes shot open, and you found yourself face-to-face with Poe, the crow. But this wasn't the Poe you remembered. His beak was deformed, his eyes oozed blood, and his feathers were missing in patches, revealing exposed organs. His entire body seemed twisted and broken, like a grotesque mockery of life.

You wanted to scream, but fear paralyzed you. Poe grabbed you roughly, dragging you out of the castle and into a dark, eerie forest that lay beyond. The air was thick with tension, and the sky seemed perpetually overcast, casting everything in shadow. Poe's breathing was labored, smelling of rotten flesh and ash. You struggled against him, but his grip was iron-tight.

Then you heard it-Simon's roar. "POE, LET HIM GO!" His voice was filled with fury. Poe screeched back, the sound like the cries of children, unnerving and terrifying. "FUCK OFF, SIMON!"

Simon bit his lip, and you saw blood trickle down his chin as his body began to change. His once sleek form twisted grotesquely, bones snapping and reshaping, scales turning to raw flesh. His tail grew longer, more monstrous, and his jaw elongated, lined with jagged rows of teeth. His eyes blazed with a terrifying red glow. He had become something more monstrous than Poe, yet you could feel that Simon still didn't want to hurt you.

In the blink of an eye, Simon lunged at Poe, and the air was filled with the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bones. You couldn't bring yourself to turn around and witness the carnage. Then, Simon's voice broke the silence, eerily calm. "There he is, the little birdy."

When you finally turned, Simon was standing behind you, holding a plush version of Poe, now alive but tiny, wriggling in his grasp.

"Simon, let me go, you ass! LET ME GO!" Poe's voice was shrill, now sounding like a child's.

Simon's monstrous form receded, and he returned to his usual self. "If I do, you won't come back here," Simon growled, his voice a disturbing mix of childish and demonic. With a flick of his wrist, Simon tossed Poe into the tunnels, watching as he scurried away.

You stared at Simon, heart pounding. "What... was that?" you asked, still shaken by what you had just witnessed.

Simon glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "That... was one of our failed 'bigger body' experiments. I'll explain later." He handed you a bag filled with candy, bread, and drinks. "I got your food."

Simon started walking back into the castle but paused at the entrance, turning to look at you with a playful smirk. "I never got my answer, pretty boy," he teased, his flirty tone returning. "Will you be boyfriend?"

You hesitated, the weight of everything you had experienced crashing down on you. Could you really be with him? This narcissistic, dangerous, yet strangely endearing dragon? Could you love this toy... this monster?

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS CHAPTER!!! I didn't want to add to much detail but as you can see that was... Lost.
So stay tuned and hopefully I'm still interested in this.