Morosis|Creepypasta Reverse Harem x FEM! Reader

Vulture Culture

Quick note: Thanks so much for the love I've been getting from here and AO3. You guys are super sweet and I love reading your comments. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual because I have something big planned for the coming parts. Updates may get a little slower because I am a full-time uni student. I also wanted to put a quick warning for coping with trauma ahead. This one is a little more serious than usual. Please enjoy!

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"𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴. 𝓖𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝔀𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮." -Fangclub

                      For the first time in weeks, sleep had welcomed the girl. Tim's words had temporarily nullified her thoughts. Their conversation lingered in the back of her mind as she drifted off. The prospect that they could potentially beat or escape the demon and the entity sounded too good to be true, yet the thought lolled her to sleep anyway.

Eventually, she would stir to a noise in the bathroom. She'd always been a light sleeper and as she surveyed her environment, she noticed that Jen and Becca were still asleep. The girl sighed and rolled over on her sliver of bed. She picked up her phone and the light promptly invaded her senses. It was 7 am, much to her disappointment, and there were a few notifications from her aunt littering her home screen. It was a simple message, only asking her why she hadn't reached out. Her aunt had every reason to be concerned as normally the girl was very open about her location, but she couldn't bring herself to explain. The cramping feeling of anxiety filled her chest again at the thought of it.

The sound of the bathroom door sliding open broke her from her trance. She quickly put her phone down as Brian stepped out, fluffing his hair as he went. He had his pen pressed between his lips as he messed with his hoodie strings. Swaths of sunlight peeked through the curtains and illuminated his face.

He glanced up briefly, locking eyes with the girl. He smiled briefly upon seeing her. His eyes trailed to the door and back to her. He tilted his head in the direction of the balcony, beckoning her to follow him. The girl considered his proposition but considering she'd been in a staring contest with her phone, she didn't have many options. She untangled herself from the sheets and followed him outside to the balcony. Memories of her conversation with Tim flooded back to her, as well as the biting cold nipping at her body.

It was an overcast morning, greatly contrasted by the chipper expression of Brian. He leaned back on the bars and tilted his head as he watched her.

"So did you sleep at all?" He smiled playfully.

She yawned on cue and ruffled her already frizzy hair, "Is it that bad?"

"Nah," He eyed her teasingly, "you pull off the sleep-deprived look."

She narrowed her eyes but couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped her mouth. She wasn't prepared for banter this early in the morning.

"I'm assuming you had no problem sleeping seeing how you knocked out in the car." She crossed her arms.

He chuckled, "Yeah Tim is just weak, I can sleep anywhere. You guys need to get good."

She rubbed her eyes a bit, "You're right, I'll try harder next time."

He laughed again, yet his voice softened a bit, "No but seriously, I know it can be tough getting rest when you start off. With all the shit we've seen already, it's understandable that you can't sleep."

She sighed, staring into his soft blue eyes. They made her throbbing head hurt a little less.

"Does it get better?" She asked.