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TOO LATE pt. 1 & 2
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Y/N POV
This dream is so weird...
You thought as you felt yourself being suspended with a sense of weightlessness settling in your core.
Your body floats upright inside a cylindrical glass chamber, the world beyond it warped and distorted by thick liquid and rising bubbles.
They drift past your face in slow, lazy streams, blurring everything into shifting shapes and fractured light. Your limbs felt lile it weighed tons, it was so strenous to make even a tiny movement that it felt like they belong to someone else, even your fingers was barely responding when you try to move them.
Cold.
That was your first clear sensation.
It wasn't painful or invasive, it just... felt cold.
With great effort, your eyelids finally fluttered open.
But light flooded in too fast that you could only blink again to adjust.
Your vision swam, the colors bleeding into each other, and silhouettes bending like wiggly jellies, until something familiar forced your vision to focus.
A face.
Close to the glass.
Kind of distorted... but it was unmistakably your silly half-brother.
Khalil.
Your breath catches... or at least, it should. Your lungs don't quite cooperate, the liquid pressing in around you was making it harder to gather air than usual.
His expression is wrong.
Even with the distortion of the glass, you could clearly sea his wide frantic eyes, and even panic and relief mingling in his expression.
You squinted as his mouth moves quickly, words spilling out, but you can't hear anything... only the dull, muffled thrum of whatever fills the chamber.
His hand slams against the glass, once, twice, again, fingers splayed as if he could reach through it and drag you out by force.
Oh... this silly brother of yours, what is he saying now?
You tried to understand him, read his lips but except for the distortion... everything feels slow and delayed.
Like your brain is running through syrup or something... did you somehow turn into an idiot in this dream? Isn't that too pitiful then?
Khalil turned sharply, shouting over his shoulder, obviously calling for someone.
Then several distorted figures in white coats rush into your view, their movements clipped and urgent, Their shadows crossing your blurred vision like passing ghosts.
Then he's back in front of you.
Closer this time.
Knocking again on the glass, albeit harder this time, like his hands was shaking that he couldn't control his strength.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER 🥀
Fanfiction_____________ON GOING______________ You were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show characte...
