The Demon in a skull. ( RyanxRay ) roosterteeth R and R connection

The Demon in a skull. ( RyanxRay ) ( boyxboy) roosterteeth R and R connection

'Hey it's Ray here. To know a bit about me I fucking love roses, I hate cake and Yolo is my motto. I work at the best place in the entire world. At least it's the best place to me, some people might disagree, but I love it. But as happy as I may be I have a secret, one that I keep from everyone, including my self most of the time.' My fingers began trembling over the keys on my keyboard as I type this into my first entry of my online diary. Hovering over the 'Enter key' for a moment. Pressing it I hurriedly closed the tab before i could delete the entry.

Then my mind began to reel. I've tried to convince myself that he isn't real that every night when I go to bed I don't really see him. He's not Really there. I expect that if I don't believe in him, he'll just leave, but I never can completely forget about him, and he never leaves. 

As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I could forget about him. Every night he's there and every night I can fall asleep. Every night for three years he stands in the exact same spot at the end of my bed, his head tilted just slightly, but always the same way, and always looking at me, watching.

With soulless, black, endless holes for eyes. That pierce straight through the obvious animal skull that he wares as if it were a helmet on his head. Just what kind of animal it was, I have no idea. Some nights I would watch him, trying to make sense as to why he's there and why he never even would move an inch, not even to breathe.

For three years no matter how much I wanted to know why he was there who, or what he was and why me. Why would he waste three whole years watching me every night go to sleep. Was he a demon? Was he like a grim reaper or something? Was he waiting for me to die? All these questions just waiting for my lips to release them from they're imprisonment. But through all of this I have never been able to bring myself to so much as make a noise in his presence. but then again a noise had never been made on his end either.

But this night... this night he moved and he did more than just move. He was sat at the edge of my bed. His skull covered head wasn't facing me, he was staring out the window that was adjacent to my bed. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, he moved, and was not looking at me. I'm more confused at this then I was when he first came to me. But there was something impossibly stranger than even all this. I was pained. I don't understand I felt pain, I was hurt. He wasn't looking at me and I was hurt, slightly mad even.

The next thing I did proved me wrong on the slightly part I had previously thought.

         "what the hell are you doing?" I asked. I wanted to grab my lips and rip them off for what I had just did. why had I done that? My head quickly started hurting. Screams of why I had said anything, why was I hurt, why was I mad, why did he move...... why was he not looking at me?

I wanted to grasp my head and cradle it between my hands, squeezing tightly to silence the echoing wasteland of repetitive questions that now resided in my brain.

But I couldn't there was no way I could move when as soon as sound had left my mouth, the skull had sharply twisted till it was facing me.

I was stone. He or, it had eyes and they were now penetrating mine. The dim light from the moon was just enough to see two blue emotionless eyes staring straight through my brown ones.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would just stop, it was so quiet I could hear the blood in my veins quicken it's movement with the pace of my heart.