A/N: I have a book of Vacktor family oneshots coming soon, so look out for that!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
[Insert Fancy Restaurant Name Here]
YOUR POV
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sirens. That's all I hear. The wee-woo of the sirens that sit on top of the police cars fill my audio receptors that are attached to my unconscious body. I was able to taste the metallic taste of my own blood coming from somewhere inside my TV head. I was able to feel the crumby, sticky food from the restaurant all over me. What I couldn't do was open my digital eyes, which would be really nice at the moment.
Or maybe it wouldn't. What if I'm covered in dried/fresh blood from the new scars I wore from head to toe. Maybe I looked like some sort of monster made of people's elegant meals from the restaurant, like a zombie that could still think and speak English made from the contents of a back-alley dumpster. Those thoughts weren't necessarily all that optimistic or warm and fuzzy or heartfelt or something, but I can't exactly do to much now.
All I heard was a mixture of voices. Whether they came from my head or the real world, I don't know. Some of them were male, others were female. Oh, I just wish Cory, Nick and Tessa were here! I miss Cory's soothing words and kind, meaningful voice. I miss Tessa's sugar-rush sounding attitude and positive thoughts. I miss Nick's concern and love for his friends, especially Tess.
I gripped my hands into fists, and winced; the pain seemed unbearable, coming at me like a tsunami. I felt a warm, dirty, and callused hand uncurl my fingers, holding one of my hands. A woman's voice came from the other side, maybe an officers? Or a nurse's?
"What's your name honey?" She asks me worriedly. As the woman says this, I was lifted onto a moving surface. Probably one of those stretchers with wheels. The stretcher was then lifted up into a vehicle, most likely an ambulance. I took a while to reply.
"Y . . . Y . . . Y/ . . . N," I at least I managed to tell her that much. I heard a sigh from the person holding my hand.
"Will, will she be alright ma'am?" The person's voice sounded like one I knew. Cory?! If only I wasn't so exhausted, I might be able to actually see him, and talk to him!
"Yes, she will, don't worry. Now, Y/N dear, rest." The female orders me. I couldn't have argued if I wanted to. I slowed my breathing and fell into a deep slumber. Hopefully, it won't be forever . . .
{_}. {_}. {_}. {_}.
Ssssssh . . .
Quiet, young one. You are still to damaged to revisit your friends.
Wha—! W-who are you?! What a-are you doing in my head?!
Calm down child. Your panicking will make them worry about your heartbeat. As for who I am, that is not important.
Hey! I'm not a child! I'm twenty years old! Also, those words sound familiar . . . Are—are you-?!
I do not care for your age. As for my words, that was me. I needed to alter my appearance to look more like you mortals. I'm not here to hurt you, just to invite you.
T-that was you?! You turned my head into a TV?! Why?!?! Death is already knocking at my door!
Precisely. I'm sure you've also heard the phrase, "Death is inviting,"?
You—Y-your D-D-Death? Why are you in my head? What do you want?!
Hush, little girl. A god such as myself must keep a low profile. I turned your head into a TV to see what your camera friend thought.
You see, me and Life made a deal. I would turn your head into this device, and if you fell in love, Life won. If he shunned you, I won. Simple really. Unfortunately, I seemed to have lost.
What! I don't love Cory! H-h-he's just a friend! I don't need some figment of my imagination to tell me this! I'm probably going crazy!
I am entirely, one-hundred percent real, Y/N L/N. You know, Life was the one who gave him that hideous deformation.
Really?! Why?! Why would someone do such a thing?! I mean, not that Cory is ugly, he looks absolutely fine.
*Chuckles evilly* Oh my, you sure are bursting with questions. Life wanted a unique creation, so that idiotic friend of yours was created. What a disappointment.
Hey! You take that back! Cory's a great guy, and so are the rest of my friends!
Listen, I'm not here to chit-chat. I'm here to take your life because of my loss. Out of all humans, you two stood out the most. So that, my friend is what I'm here for.
The restaurant is being fixed. Your friends are recovering nicely. Everything is as it should be. So why don't you come along?
Listen here bud. No one tells me what to do, not even Death himself. That's just plain stupid! This all just a nightmare, taunting me while I sleep. But I will never die on my friends. Especially on Cory.
Heh. You really do love him. I guess Life was right, for once. You hold True Love in your heart for that stupid boy. How pathetic.
Gggggrrrrrr . . . GET OUT OF MY—
"HEAD!" I yell, as I wake up from my all-too-real nightmare.
YOU ARE READING
Two Birds On A Wire || NewScapePro X Reader
FanfictionWalking back home, I hear a sound in a slightly dimmed alleyway. So like anybody with a rather large sense of curiosity, I strolled into it. Doing a full 360 degree turn, I slammed into someone's chest. Don't worry, it was a guy. Actually, please do...
