Flowers (Cryaotic x Reader)

Hallucinations

You yawned, stretching your arms out. Yet another day of work.

You slowly put yourself into a sitting position so you wouldn't be tempted to fall asleep.

Your thoughts wandered over to yesterday. You had been such a jerk to Cry! You felt horrible for leaving him in the store. You were in such a rush you also forgot to close the shop!

You smacked the palm of your hand against your forehead. Ugh, you felt so STUPID!

You quickly got undressed and slipped into a (f/c) T-shirt and jeans. You hobbled into the bathroom and at least tried to look presentable.

After that was done, you carefully stepped down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You looked around for something to eat. Then, you realized that you still have the Tupperware container that Cry had given you the first day you met.

You opened up the fridge and scanned the shelves of food until you spotted the plastic container. You opened it up to reveal ramen noodles. You fully took off the lid and slid the container into the microwave.

After you heard that infernal beeping noise from the microwave, you took the container out and seated yourself at your oakwood table.

That was very thoughtful of Cry to give me this. You thought, slurping up the noodles.

The sooner you apologized to Cry, the better. You couldn't handle all of the negative thoughts pressuring you.

God, why did I have to be so harsh to him?

You finished the ramen and put it in the sink before limping over to the front door. You walked outside and locked the front door. You looked around for any signs of human life before walking over to your (c/c car color) car. You sighed before buckling yourself in the driver's seat.

You looked up at your house for a second. The house was on fire. The front porch had collapsed and one of the windows were shattered. You blinked and your house was as ordinary as it was when you walked out of it.

Stop pressuring yourself, (Y/N). You gulped, pulling out of the driveway. The more stressed you are, the more hallucinations you'll get.

*timeskip to Flower Palace brought to you by Flowey the Flower caramelldansen with Toriel*

You parked your car in the parking lot (A/n: no dip, reader-chan) and walked inside, grabbing an apron in the process.

You stared at the clock (A/N: it filled you with determination ;3). I hope Cry comes. You thought desperately.

As if to answer your prayers, who else walked in but Cry himself.

"C-Cry!" You exclaimed, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering. "O-Oh God, I'm SO sorry for what I did to you, C-Cry. I-I was such a jer-jerk and I was so worked up!-"

Cry placed a finger on your shaking lips. "It's fine, (Y/n) friend. I pushed you too far."

Your tense shoulders loosened up a bit. Thank God. You sighed. Cry doesn't hate me.

You were glad to see that some of the small flames in the background had disappeared.

"Y-You don't hate me." You gave a weak smile.

Cry cocked his head to the side, confusion practically radiating off of his body.

"Hate you? (Y/n), I would never hate you! Your the most amazing friend I have!" He paused,"Well, besides Felix."

He looked around, as if to make sure nobody else was in the store, before gripping your arms.

"Can you walk a bit? No reason, just do it."

"What?!" You asked, dumbfounded by Cry's sudden question.

"Just take a few steps, no bigee."

You stared at Cry before realization hit you. He was suspicious. He was getting too close to finding out. On the outside, you were calm and collected. But on the inside, you were panicking.

You gulped, but nodded obediently.

You straightened your posture and took your small steps. It was barely noticeable that you were handicapped.

Cry stood silent for what seemed like hours before finally saying three words that made you shiver: "Take longer strides."

You looked at your masked friend. You've never been more stressed in your life. The world around you turned red and hellish (A/n: No, you are not in Silent Hill). Flames licked at the air from all around. Even the plastic of Cry's mask was chipped and charred black. The atmosphere was getting hotter, making you sweat. This was the biggest hallucination that you've ever had.

Usually you would brush these visions off like nothing ever happened. But right now.....

You were terrified out of your mind.

Cry reached out to grab your hand but you fell back. You scrambled away as fast as you could.

Fire burned up everything. The flowers in the shop were now twisted ashen monstrosities.

It was like a nightmare.

You got up and limped as fast as you could out of the shop and into the burning parking lot.

You put your hands on the door of your car, but quickly recoiled. The metal was as hot as an oven.

You cried, running down the sidewalk. Tears were cascading down your cheeks.

You had never been so scared.

You hated your hallucinations. You hated your bullies. You hated your bad leg. You hated your life.

The whole neighborhood had been set ablaze.

You made it to your house. You ran up the driveway and onto the burnt porch. You jammed your key into the doorknob and unlocked your door.

You ran inside your house and slammed the door close, locking it. You shut every blind in your house. You wanted to isolate yourself.

You sat in the corner of your bedroom, curled into a ball, your hands gripping your head.

You tried to think positively, trying to drive the hallucinations away, but to no avail. So much stress had been put onto you, the vision was too strong and vivid.

All you could feel is the horrifying fire that spread around her, threatening to touch your skin. You then realized....

You couldn't escape this hell.