One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

Glorious Battle (Creepypasta x Reader)

   Ah, sleep. The one thing that you adored most. Besides Sally, of course. It was around one in the morning, and the moon was still high in the sky. It illuminated some parts of your bedroom, and casted shadows in other parts. Your bed was warm, and you shifted about in it, trying to get comfortable. For whatever reason, sleep was not coming to you this night. You grumbled under your breath and sat up, rubbing the side of your face in both irritation and frustration.

   On your nightstand was a small cup of water, filled maybe half way with the clear fluid. You tried to lift it with your magic, only nothing happened. It felt like something was restricting it and preventing you from using it. A frown lit up your face and you felt the base of your horn, and there was a small ring or something around it. Your frown deepened when you realized what it was. It was a Magic Ring, one that was used to prevent anything involving magic from happening. Basically, it made it so you couldn't use your spells and what not.

   But how the hell did it get on you? None of the Pastas would dare to try and put one on you, not that they knew these rings existed, but still. The ring was not on when you went to bed, you knew that for sure as you had saw your reflection in the mirror whilst brushing your teeth. So, it had to have been when you had fallen asleep for a few minutes. But who the hell put it on?

   Something moved in the corner of your eye, and your gaze flicked towards it in suspicion. Whatever it was stopped, so you stood up and moved over to the corner of your room where you saw it. It was just a normal corner, though there was no light, only shadows. That could only mean one thing, you mused.

   And just as you thought that, a midnight black creature that was darker than the shadows themselves leapt out of the empty corner and you tumbled to the floor, your head making a harsh SMACK sound when it came in contact with the hard wood beneath your hooves. You silently cursed the sound proof spell you had cast on your room, as it meant that no one else would be able to hear your struggles with the monster. You also couldn't remove the spell, because as we said earlier, the magic ring was on you. It was pretty safe to assume that this thing had put it on you.

   You snarled and kicked it off you. It landed a few feet away and scrambled to its feet just as you did. In your nightstand drawer was a knife, so if you could just get to it, you could defend yourself more easily. But that was easier said than done, as the Creature was between you and the nightstand. The grin on its face widened, as if it knew what you were thinking, and you scowled in response. Stupid bitch.... Perhaps if you could trick it, you could get to your nightstand? Or the door. Really, either one would work. You feigned to the right, acting as if you were going in that direction before quickly shifting and darting to the left. However, it seemed the Creature expected this and as you darted past it, it leapt onto your back and sent you once again crashing to the floor.

   The beast grabbed a handful of your hair with its clawed hands, and smashed your head into the floor. It repeated the process, though you would not give it the satisfaction of hearing you scream. Your face was a bloody mess, and you were sure you had felt a tooth crack a while ago. Your wriggling increased when it suddenly stopped and grabbed ahold of your left wing, giving it a firm tug. It hurt.

   With a sickening sound, the wing was torn off and tossed to another corner of the room. You couldn't hold back the scream that tore through your throat. The pain was just too much. And that was when you decided that the thing had gone too far. It tore off your wing. Your precious wing! With newly found energy, you heaved the creature off your back and stood up, bolting to the door. A snarl came from you when you realized you had locked the door, and you would now have to unlock it to get out. That wouldn't have been much of a problem, if it weren't for the fact that this lock was a dick and often got stuck. And it was stuck now.