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A good cry | Mr Crawling x Reader (Homichiper)

Fandom: Homicipher
Ship: Mr crawling x reader
Oneshot/unfinished story: oneshot
Synopsis: The other world has you feeling hopeless and scared, but Mr Crawling had learnt what a hug is.

Time was something that kept a human sane, the sense of it and being able to see the world around you react to the change time provided. A clock, a sunrise or sunset, a calendar. Keeping track of time, kept us sane. But in this place, where windows only lead to other rooms or the void itself, with no clocks or calendars, time was but a fleeting memory. You had no idea how long you'd been here, and you couldn't even rely on your body to tell you with things like hunger and thirst. Because this place, it was changing you. You felt tired, and sore, but never hunger or thirst. And the longer you stayed here, the more you seemed to become corrupted in a way. Rashes up your arms and neck, moments of blurred vision and loss of memory. You felt like you were going insane, and you probably were. All you did was run, fight, search and get scared out of your skin when that red fucker appears at the end of a long hall. You were so desperate to get out of this place.

But there was one thing, one singular thing keeping you clinging to reality. And that was the ghost that'd had been following you basically the whole time you'd been here. Mr Crawling refused to leave your side, and if you got suddenly separated from him, he'd go out of his way to find you again. He protected you from hostile ghosts, taught you the language this place used, found weapons for you, played games with you. And he seemed to have no concept of personal space. For most people, that would be annoying. In any other circumstance you'd find it annoying too. But when you were losing your grip on reality, hadn't seen another human in gods knows how long, having Crawling clinging to you was so grounding. He was there, he was a physical being, he was a person. Not human... but a person. His habit of lying in your lap like an oversized lap dog, hugging you around the waist and protecting you from others by snatching you close to his body, it kept you from loosing it completely.

And you seriously felt like you were loosing it, especially now as you rounded a corner and found yourself back in the same hall you'd seen countless times before. Each time the path was different but you'd somehow always pass places you'd already been. That same empty hallway, a red alarm light on the wall and some rusted and broken piping. Again. Seeing it again, not knowing how long it'd been since his last did, the weight had finally caught up to you. You simply stood there, looking at that red alarm light for a moment trying to keep yourself from crying and breaking down entirely. Your frozen state, and the thousand yard stare in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Mr Crawling though.

"You ok? You hurt" he asked, looking up at you behind his long hair.

Damnit, why does someone asking if you're ok always lead to breaking down? You felt the wave of sorrow and hopelessness hit you all at once and you simply dropped your weapon and crumbled to the floor, head in your hands and sobbing what may vary will be months worth of built up stress and fear away.  Mr Crawling quickly dragged himself over, gentle hands reaching out despite his large and lanky frame.

"Why sad? You hurt?" He asked, worry in his tone.

"I wanna go home..." you sobbed, although in your emotional state you couldn't find the words to say it in his language.

Despite not knowing fully what was wrong, he knew you were obviously very upset. Remembering what you'd do to him when he was sulking, he reached out and placed his hand on your head, running it through your hair to give you comforting headpats. He liked them, you'd like them too right? Feeling his gentle touch only made you cry harder, not out of any pain, but the fact he was trying to comfort you the same way you'd comforted him. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed him around the chest under the arms, pulling him into you and hugging him tight, crying into his yukata. For a moment he simply sat in shock, not expecting the sudden movement. But he loved your touches, and he cared about you. So he was quick to figure out that this action was something you needed for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you in return, one hand on your head to keep running his hands through your hair.

"No cry... you sad, me sad" he muttered.

Despite the overwhelming homesickness, the constant anxiety and exhaustion you were in... somehow this tall, crawling ghost was such a shining light in this dark place, decrepit world. Even if there was a language barrier, and some concepts and social constructs didn't seem to exist in this world, he very clearly had a big heart and cared a lot about you. He might not fully understand why you wear so upset, but he knew you were and that's all that mattered. Being there for you.

"I wanna go home... and I want to bring you with me" you sobbed, your language lost on him.

"No cry... please" he replied, sounding a little desperate.

He wasn't sure how he could fix the issue aside from hugging you and letting you cry. But he wished he could do more.

"I love you Mr Crawling... you're so nice to me" you muttered.

He understood some of that, he knew that 'Mr Crawling' was what you called him. His name so to speak. So you were talking about him at least... did he do something to upset you?

"You... not like me?" He asked.

"No! No! Me like you! Me... scared, sad, tired..." you replied, finally remembering to speak in his language.

"You rest! No scared, me protect"

You sniffled, taking a breath to try and compose yourself. Looking up at him, you caught a slight glimpse of the badly damaged eye sockets under his fringe. Scarred and glassy. Many would find his appearance scary, but you'd come to find him so comforting even with the unnatural height, scarring, grey skin and uncanny smile he usually had.

"Me love you... love... big, big like" you tried to explain, hoping he'd understand he was special to you.

"Love... big like? Me love you" he replied.

You cracked a weak smile, finding some comfort in the fact you could rely on him to keep you sane in this horrible place.

"No cry, me love you" he said, comforting smile and tight hug.

If you ever got out of here, you were taking him home with you. You just couldn't live without him anymore, he meant too much to you. You felt so hopeless, so exhausted... but you had to keep going. Not just for yourself, to get out safely and regain the sanity you'd lost down here. But for him, he'd been here longer than you, he'd seen more horrors here than you had. Yet he remained so kind and friendly. He deserved the freedom just as much as you did.

You were going to get out of here... but for now, a good cry in the arms of your favourite ghost was really what you needed.