Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter XIX

Warning(?): For best results, please read so that only one new sentence is visible at a time until you see **. Thank you, and enjoy. Also, I've changed Carlie's name to Azaria for those of you who've already read everyrhing.

Your POV 

The rest of the night was a blurr filled with talking, food, and laughs at yours and Google's house. The first thing you'd done when you got home was changed into normal clothes. The 'after party' as everyone has been calling it was really loud, yet fun all the same.

The only akward part was Wilford.

Google kept giving him sideways glances and would flinch any time he made a movement.

You knew you really shouldn't have but you forgave Wilford.

The way he acted with Azaria really warmed your heart.

You were always one to belive in second chances as well.

"(Y/N)?" You snapped out of your thoughts as you looked behind you.

You were in the kitchen trying to get away from all the chaos in the living room.

You were really confused to see someone you didn't know.

"I'm sorry...Who are you?" You asked politely.

They smiled. Their smile was adorable.

"You don't need to know just yet, dear."

You got a strong feeling you knew them and shouldn't be talking to them but...you did anyway. It was almost as if you were in a trance of sorts.

"Atta girl..." His voice was so soothing.

He seemed so nice...

He was so gentle.

You smiled as he took your hand. It was so soft.

His grey complexion contrasted perfectly with yours.

He started leading you away.

"Hmm..." You hummed happily. "Where are we going?"

He chuckled.

"You'll see, dear."

You giggled. "Ok."

You were heading for the back door.

Instead of exiting outside though, you ended up in a dark room. Not dark as in there were no lights, dark as in everything was either black or crimson.

"You are...Not afraid...Correct?" He asked.
You shook your head as he let you sit down on a beautifully designed blood red bed. He sighed in relief. "Good... Now, don't freak out after what I'm about to tell you...ok?"
He asked.

You smiled. "Of course not."

The details of the room were getting fuzzier. The only thing that you could fully focus on was his face.

"I..." He got closer. "Am..." Closer yet. "The..."He was close enough that you could feel his breath on your nose. It tickled and smelled of sugar. "Real..." He was mere millimeters away from your face now.

"Dark."

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You were trembling.

His face was impossibly closer, yet still not touching yours.

Never did your mind process fully who he just admitted he was.

You were just caught in the moment, stuck in an enchanting trance.