~Creepypasta x Reader (One shots)~ Completed

Ben Drowned

You blink lethargically, the lingering draughts of sleep escaping as you break the cold waking world. Your body feels stiff and achy, every movement sending dull pain singing up your spine. Your head felt as if it were filled with cotton, leaving you woozy and disoriented. Perplexed, you frown and attempt to shake the cobwebs from your memory as you gingerly sit up to absorb your surroundings...

You goggled. There was no way in hell this was possible.

You were smack dab in the middle of an endless grid, red and blue wires snaking through the infinite space with the thrum of coursing electricity, Codes, urls, numbers, words, algorithms whizzed through the air like a flock of birds, narrowly missing your aching head. Thousands of portals decorated the grid like mirrors, giving you glimpses of various channels and shows you recognized.

Youtubers, presidential speeches, scandalous celebrity news, gruesome murders, controversial music videos, disaster-stricken cities. You saw it all, but that was not what disturbed you most.

No.

What did were the translucent screens showcasing people's bedrooms, dining rooms, classrooms and more. A crimson-haired teen flirting with her boyfriend on skype, a little boy sleeping peacefully beneath his spider-man covers, a young girl nursing her fresh bruises and sobbing as her father leaves the room... It was a cyber vortex. Windows into people's most intimate lives, their darkest secrets, their private homes were all at your fingertips.

The images ran from innocent to horrific and burned the walls of your memory, your (e/c) eyes wide with fear as your brain struggled to come up with a logical explanation. This simply couldn't be real; no reality such as this could be possible. The fabric of reasoning began to stretch across the walls of your find, threads holding the material of sense together beginning to moan beneath the strain.

Your vision began to blur, the constant chatter of voices all at once overwhelming your senses, driving your system haywire under the strain. It was a visual, audio and complete sensory explosion, your skin practically burning in the aftermath. Electricity laden air crackled around you, the hairs on your arms standing on end.

"It's the holiday from Hell –a woman gang raped by a..."

"ISIS: virginity tests given to sex slaves after brutal rapes..."

"The final instalment of the Hunger Games series, Mockingjay Part Two is set for release..."

"Charlie Sheen has been diagnosed with AIDs..."

"...flooding has left many stranded and homeless..."

The words smothered you, compressing the walls of your skull with a pressure that was agonizingly painful. Too many voices, too much information to absorb as you sought to escape this strange nightmare. So you did the only thing your reeling mind could think of.

You pinched yourself.

"Youch!" you helped, scowling at the pale red bruise now forming on your arm before looking back up at your surroundings as the sting through your nervous system told you that you were indeed awake. You tentatively hoped that this viral chaos would vanish, that you would awake in your own bed with only tendrils of a bizarre dream to haunt you. But those hopes were dashed as soon as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

Nothing changed.

"I'm not dreaming," you mumbled to yourself in despair, before running a hand through your snarl of hair. You weren't imagining things, the fabric of your sanity beginning to grow taut at this point, the tiniest of rips forming under the growing force tearing in two directions. "Maybe I've gone insane."