Survive [Cryaotic x Reader] (Discontinued)

(Three)

It had all just been a dream. The memory of it was already fuzzy and leaving fast. It didn't matter though, because you were awake now. Actually, that was the first nightmare you had had in a while. They had become less and less frequent as time wore on in the real world until they only appeared once or twice every few weeks.

Your mind and body felt at peace, still groggy after waking up. All traces of your nightmare had been erased and you were left feeling very relaxed. With a quiet groan you rolled over, draping yourself over Cry's chest. He must have still been asleep judging by his deep breathing. Well, it was more his soft snoring that gave it away.

The peace of the morning was interrupted by a crash from a different room. Cry didn't even stir and you sighed. It was probably one of the dogs knocking something over, so you'd need to go take care of them. You couldn't resist pacing a light kiss on Cry's cheek before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and using that momentum to pull yourself to your feet.

The floor chilled your feet as you shuffled about, searching for wherever the noise had come from. It had been a crash, so you were assuming something was broken. Great. What a fantastic thing to have to deal with first thing in the morning. You were rubbing a hand tiredly over your face when you froze and an unpleasant chill ran down your spine.

Why was the front door open?

This was not right. That door was always locked every night before you and Cry went to bed. This was wrong. It shouldn't be open.

You hurried to close it, only to find that it wouldn't close properly. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that the lock was busted. Had someone broken in? Fear seized you and your throat tightened, preventing you from calling out. Cry's sleeping face flashed through your mind. He was vulnerable right now.

Without wasting any more time you tore back the way you came, tripping over your own feet and crashing into walls in your haste. The race back to your room felt like it took an eternity despite your speed. Finally you burst through the doorway and into the bedroom.

You could have sworn your heart stopped beating at the sight before you.

There, standing over Cry's still sleeping form, was a dreadfully familiar face; except she wasn't exactly how you remembered. Her black hair was matted and filthy with some chunks ripped from her scalp. Her already pale skin was now a grey pallor and was hanging off her bones. The eyes that you had been haunted by in your dreams were no longer livid with unfiltered hatred, but sunken in and chillingly empty. Worst of all was the dried blood caked to her, emanating from the fatal wound that you had inflicted on her neck.

You didn't even have the chance to cry out before Mary's reanimated corpse descended on Cry, sinking rotted teeth into his flesh. A scream ripped past your throat and you launched yourself forward to tackle Mary off of Cry, who was woken up by this point and was letting out an agonized wail that was so raw and filled with pain that it almost didn't sound human. However, you ended up hitting something solid a few feet from where Mary continued to feast on a struggling Cry. You wailed and thrashed about, but the thing that you hit just tightened its grip on your arms.

In your frenzy you managed to twist around enough to catch a glimpse of your captor and you felt your stomach clench and the air in your lungs escape you in shock and horror. Kaleb was still menacing with his broken and bitten flesh hanging off of him. His hold was as crushing as it had been when you had last faced off, but this time he wasn't trying to kill you, just restrain you. He was forcing you to watch as Cry's attempts to fight Mary off got weaker and weaker as she ripped into him.

Chelsea appeared next, stalking past you and Kaleb towards Cry and Mary. Cry's feeble resistance was almost completely gone. All he could manage as Chelsea joined in on tearing apart his chest was a pitiful whimper that sounded more like a gurgle. Sobs wracked your struggling body as you had to watch Cry finally slip away into death, his head lolling to the side. His eyes were so hollow. You screamed in despair and lashed about, but it did no good.

Suddenly Kaleb's grip tightened and Mary turned her attention to you. Chelsea continued knowing on Cry's intestines, ignoring you and feasting with vigour. Meanwhile Mary approached you with a dangerous calmness. Her pace was slow, like she had all the time in the world. Your gaze was torn between the mess that was Cry's corpse and the blood covered Mary advancing towards you.

Everything hurt. That was all you could think about in that moment. Your head was pounding, trying to figure out what you had just witnessed. You were crying so hard that your eyes were actually starting to hurt almost like you were running out of tears. Your throat was raw from all of the shouting and screeching. Kaleb's hands were bruising your arms where he held you in place. But the worst pain was definitely from your heart. You felt as though it had been ripped from your chest and torn apart, much like Cry.

Mary stood directly in front of you, lifeless eyes boring into yours. Then she added more pain to your being. Slowly Mary lowered her head and leaned down to the gnarly scar from the bite and replicated the wound. This time there was not escape.

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