Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 62: New shadow

Y/N's pov:

For the first time in what felt like centuries, your mind was blank and quiet. Not lost memories clawing out of the depths of your subconscious. Shredding out the spines of the fake memories of the past.

Yet it wasn't peaceful. You were standing alone, waiting. Waiting for something- anything to let you escape your emptiness.

You felt so empty that you couldn't even form words in your own mind. The whispers of anxiety tickling your body almost felt ghostly. Not even numbness could be felt.

Far from you, stood a shadow that flickered in the brightness of the blankness of your mind.

The shadow figure looked exactly like you and smiled wickedly at your nervous, conscious embodiment.

"Well, I thought you would take years to sort through all those memories!" Said the voice that sounded eerily too much like yours.

Turning around, you glare at the twisted reflection of you. You glare at the purple eyes your shadow had.

"Cut the crap that wasn't all of them." Your doppelganger scoffs at your response. She walks over to you with an even more wicked smile than before. You raise your hands into fists and get into position to counter any attacks she throws.

However, she walks by you and goes behind you, shaking her head. "No shit sherlocks. But those will come out much later. When they need to or when you decide to look deeper into ourselves."

You turn with an eye roll, only to have your breath cut for now, the shadow of yourself looked like your brother, but when he was younger. "But the question is, are you brave enough to do it? And if I'm strong enough to force you to do it however I want. Rather than the old man."

"Who are you?"

"You know damn well who I am."

You walk towards her quickly and grab the now bloody shirt the shadow wore. Asking her again. But the words get caught in your throat for the shirt looked like the one your mother wore the day she was struck down. Looking down at the shirt and blood, you closed your eyes tightly. You knew the face that would be facing you when you looked up.

"Stop."

"No." The shadow gently grabs your face as her voice morphs into your mother's. Tears pricked your eyes for it was the first time you remembered her voice and her touch. Yes, it was warm and gentle, although she, too, had the medals of many battles decorating her hands. Hands that were cold to others who faced the barrel of her gun or sword. Harsh to those who were struck by her rage. Hands that you felt go from warm to cold as she drew her last breaths.

She lifts her head gently but roughly squeezes your face. If this interaction were happening in real life, then she would be drawing blood from your cheeks.

Now she had your mother's face. Luckily, she didn't have the stony face she had when she drew her last breath nor the face of anger when she was struck down and carrying you away from harm.

"You know damn well what I am," she whispers. "And I'm sick of being shoved into the corner."

You laugh. "AH! No way in hell bottled-up emotions manifest this way once the limit is hit. So what the hell are you!?"

She leans down and presses her lips on your ear. "The one thing that you can only rely on to achieve our goals. No bloodshed, no suffering.....no loneliness."

Fear shreds into your flesh- forcing your eyes to widen. Shoving her back you place your hands to your side as if you were summoning your shadows. The mockery of your mother just laughed. Tucking her face into her stomach and she clenched it. She even dared to act like she was wiping away tears as she fell on her knees.

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I AM AFTER ALL! AH AH AH!!" She lifts her head, and now she wears the very last face you screamed for- Wednesday. "What you will become!"

You tell her to stop. Closing your eyes but you find yourself back in the very place your didn't want to be in and see.

"Oh don't be dramatic! It won't be that bad! I'm not that bad- I'm everything you need!"

"Stop."

"Sadness, loneliness, anger- bloodlust- complete control-"

"I said stop!"

She now had Evelynn's voice. Or what sounded like her voice. "All of it can go away! With just one simple command."

As she kept digging and unraveling the very thoughts you didn't want to even think about. Tangling you. Dragging you down into sinister paths you could take if you gave in. Caging you in the harsh reality- normies and outcasts will never coexist. Never-ending hate and anger. Most importantly, Vampires will always be seen as the villains.

"STOP!!!!!!" You scream.

A wave a purple energy roars and shakes through the place. Returning It to the white room it once was. The shadow self was now flat on the ground.

Blurring over, not giving her a second to attack or say anything else you stomp on her chest. Letting her liquidity body swallow your leg. The ripples destroyed her appearance.

You stomp and stomp to the point it feels like your leg is shattering with every stomp you do

"This is my mind!" You stomp her chest again. She smiles.

"You are nothing more but another tool for me to use and dispose of at my will and entertainment!" You stomp her again. She laughs.

You bare your fangs and slash her throat. Her throat disports like watercolor paint in a puddle. Her body follows after. But her laugh still echoes.

"So much power to be more than a player but a puppeteer!"

Her voice rings in your ear as she wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind. Playing with your hair she continues. "So much order through chaos locked. So many things you need to learn for you left me neglected for soooo long."

She twists a piece of your hair. "So many things bottled up."

Closing your eyes tightly you clench your fist. "So many dreams and desires. Makes me wonder how you plan to achieve them all without sacrificing one."

You didn't need to open your eyes to know the image she conjured. It was clear even to a blind person that one side of the room stood your friends and people while the other was Wednesday.

"But the real question is who will keep loving you when you reveal the true you?" She whispers. "Does one of them actually love you? Wednesday? Evelynn? We can make them and the entire world love us."

You took deep breaths. You know what your shadow wanted. It wanted you to give in to all the negative emotions you always had to shove the corner. The very emotions that formed her.

"You think I can't destroy you?" You cock your head towards her slightly. Eyes glowing red.

"Again?" You freeze. Slowly turning around you are met with Y/E/C. The shadow now wore your brother's dead face. Light less and shallow eyes, frozen gaze full of sadness, and a small pitiful smile. A smile that becomes sinister.

"YOU CAN MAKE PEACE! BUT YOU'RE A COWARD!" The mimic of your brother lungs at you and digs its nails into your face. As blood slushes out of his mouth and splatters your face.

"A WORTHLESS COWARD THAT CAN ONLY HELP BY DYING!" You swing at the vision and knock it off you. However, the hand that swung fills with nerve-shattering pain. Causing you to thrash on the ground.

"Y/N!"

Evelynn's pov:

Evelynn tears the dagger out of your grip and throws it far. The thorny tendrils seep back into the crafted thorns around the hilt. The eye on the biggest rose bud glares its Y/E/C eye at her.

"I'll deal with you later."

Heavy breathing tears her gaze from the dagger lying on the ground on the other side of the room now.

There you sat up fully awake gripping your now caked hand that was cut to the bone. One eye was red, the other was purple. Screaming your guts out.

You're so dead Y/B/N when this is all over!