This Day An Xreader

as you were

You laid on the couch in the living room. Your fever had gone up drastically since yesterday, and your stomach was turning and spinning.

And to make it even worse, It was today all the pasta's in the house were going on a killing spree. You sighed, but shortly after regretted it, you lost your breath pretty quickly. You felt your belly turn once again, and you got the weird drool in your mouth. You threw the blanker off of you, and sprinted to the bathroom, ignoring it was in the middle of the night, and that everyone was probably sleeping.

After letting it all out, all you wanted was a glass of water, and some sleep. You opened the door to the bathroom, just to walk right into Jeff. You looked lazily up at him, sniffing and coughing a little. You stood and starred at each other for a few moments before he lifted you, bridal style, and carried you down the stairs slowly and carefully not to make you more uncomfortable. Buuuut, you didn't really like being carried, you were too heavy... (In your own opinion that is). "Jeff- I cang walk on mah ovng." You sounded half asleep, and maybe you were too. You had caught a cold and sounded pretty funny now when you tried to speak. Jeff just let out a 'HA!' before looking straight ahead again. "Yeah, but you just fucking threw all you food up. + You look completely unstable." You felt yourself blush a little. He never really cared about your condition. You smiled a little, and just let it be.

Before Jeff left for his own room, you grabbed his sleeve. But before you were able to say anything he just smiled at you. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot the water. Be right back~" Your eyes widened. 'He knew all along?'

(Timeskip cause I can)

You had slept awful. Just like you had the last three weeks. You had woken up, to the sound of the TV and controller buttons being pushed harshly and quickly. You opened one eye. Blurry. 'Damn, it's one of THOSE days again' You tried to open the other eye. Clear. 'thank god, it's only the left eye' You blinked a few times, to see Ben sitting and playing killing floor. Not long after he dies, you heard a very angry Slenderman enter the living room. "BEN HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! NO VIDEOGAMES IN THE LIVING ROOM WHILE (Y/N) IS FEELING LIKE THIS!" Ben was just about to stand up, when you grabbed his shirt. "It's fine, I really don't mind, It's really the only excitement I get in these days." You smiled at him and Slendy. Slender didn't seem to like the idea, but just growled and walked in the kitchen again. Ben sat down on the couch again. "Thank you (y/n), but it really wasn't necessary." You shook your head. "No I was serious, it's the only fun I-" You began to cough harshly. Your throat felt tight, and you had problems with breathing. Ben became worried and began to pat your back, warming it up. It helped on you freezing but not on the coughing. Ben's hand slide up your back until it reached the back of your neck. ". . . (y/n)... I think this might hurt, but it'll help... Is it alright to do this?" You nodded, taking your hand up to your throat. You felt hot water start forming on your neck. It ran down your back and arms. It was burning, and it hurt, but slowly you began to get your breathing back and you throat didn't hurt anymore. You gasped, and coughed only a few times more. Ben removed his hand. The water were still there though.  "T-Thanks, Ben." Ben nodded at you and returned to his game. You rubbed the back of your neck then decided it would be great with a little nap.

***

You sat and ate with your mother, your father and your 5 siblings.
You ate heart and kidneys from... a pig? You didn't know, but it tasted just like Jack's cooking, and it was delicious. You glanced up at your father. His hair was white like snow, his skin was pale and he was wearing glasses and  a suit. Your mother, you couldn't really tell she was there. It was only a shadow really. Your little brother and sister was finished eating and sat by the TV, watching some horror movie.

Your brother, around the same age as you, was leaning up against the wall, scratching his eyes. It was an oddly way he was scratching, so you decided to ask him; "Uhm, bro you're alright?" He stopped his right hand, and looked at you... With a pair of bloody sockets. Your eyes widened. "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine, I'm just getting used to this." Your eyes travelled to the desk. A eye clap laid there. You didn't want to know more so you glanced around the room again. Your brother and sister, at your age too. Was shouting at each other. You overheard some of it, and it was something about which of them could kill most people or something like that... 'wait!'