Survive [Cryaotic x Reader] (Discontinued)

(Nine)

The man groaned, head pounding like it had been bludgeoned by a blunt object. He kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, knowing that they would probably hurt too once exposed to the light of morning. Or at least, he thought it was morning. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. It felt as though something was off. He couldn't remember what it was he had been doing before he fell asleep...

The headache suggested maybe some heavy drinking, but he didn't think that was the case. He remained where he was for a good four minutes before the memories resurfaced.

Of course! How could he forget? He had been worried out of his mind about (Y/n) collapsing out of nowhere on him, completely out of it. He had carried her back to their place and put her in their bed, unsure of what else to do. Not knowing how serious it was, he didn't want to drag her off to the hospital just yet.

But he refused to remain idle, checking her breathing and her pulse frequently and coming to the conclusion that they were fairly average. She wasn't to warm or clammy either. In fact, everything was normal except for the small but significant fact that she wouldn't fucking wake up.

He had watched over her for two days, desperately searching for any signs that could indicate that she was going to revive soon. Just when he had decided that he'd take her to the hospital if she wasn't awake by the next day, an irksome headache hit him hard. Thinking it was due to stress and lack of sleep, he had sank down onto the bed and fell asleep beside the eerily peaceful (Y/n).

Now he woke up on the ground. Suddenly his eyes shot open in panic, frantically trying to find (Y/n). She wasn't anywhere in sight, which did not help calm the distressed man in the slightest. It took a few moments for him to take a second and just breathe.

Well, on the bright side, his headache was gone.

Once calmer, he was able to notice a couple of things. For one, he was outdoors, which was weird, because he definitely fell asleep indoors. Another was that his vision was slightly obstructed even though he could feel his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He brought a hand to his face to feel the extra weight hanging off of it and his fingers met with something smooth and cool to the touch.

"Why am I wearing my mask?" Cry murmured to himself. He rarely ever wore it, so he had no clue why he had it on now or how it had gotten on him. He debated taking it off for a moment, but that ended up being more trouble than it was worth. It didn't take long for Cry to figure out that it was somehow stuck to his face.

This entire situation felt dreadfully familiar.

Pushing that thought aside for the time being, Cry clambered to his feet and ruffled his hair as he considered his surroundings. He was in some sparsely forested area as far as he could tell. Completely unfamiliar to him. He swore under his breath.

Cryaotic sighed, running a hand through his hair one more time, then he started walking. He had no idea where he was going. Mainly he was just hoping that he'd stumble upon someone who could tell him where he was.

All the while that he was walking, Cry was lost in thought. There was a lot to process. Not to mention that he was still crazy worried about (Y/n). Whatever was happening, it was safe to bet that it wasn't good. Especially not if his assumptions were correct, which he feared they were.

It didn't take long for Cry to break through the trees into a clearing. From his vantage point, he could see that he was on some sort of cliff. Across from him there was a mountain, and to his left there was a bridge to connect the cliff that he was on to the mountain.