The Host: Dark egosxreader

Chapter 2: Persception

Art is by me :p
Hope you like this chapter, I was actually inspired today!

"I'm home!" You shout with the bags of antiques in your hands.

"Hey pumpkin. What did you get?" Mom turns to you with grief and dispirit. You place the bags in front of her. She opens the first bag and pulls out an old fashion plant holder.
"Thank you, (y/n)! This is so cute!" Her face was covered with joy for a few seconds, then returned back to the casual frown. You gave her a small smile.

"I'll open the rest later." She then returns to cleaning the dishes.

Buzz.

The phone vibrates against your dining table.

Your attention slowly turns away from mom and to the sudden noise. It was a text from Nichole.

Nicky👻: Hey! U coming?

(Y/n)🎃: Yeah. Give me 5 min.

Nicky👻: Alright. See ya😘

You shut off your phone. "Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie?" She asks in a monotone voice. "Could I possibly go to Nichole's party thing tonight?" You ask while nervously fidgeting with your oversized sports jersey. "Sure." She shoves a plate into the dishwasher out of blind rage over the thought of losing her daughter.

This always happens when you ask her about this stuff. Ever since dad died, it's been a forced reaction of over bearing protection towards you, for your 'safety'. Then again, you are going to need some protection from...whatever is out there, making you barf every time Nichole is around.

*Time Skip*

You parked your bike right next to her front porch filled with lilies. Nichole always had an obsession with lilies for some odd reason. It always distracted her from the depressing faces outside her door. Nichole's fancy windows were streaming out with bright, neon colors, along with loud rave music being played.

Oh gosh. She better not have invited the whole entire population of immature teenagers!

You knocked on the door, then patiently waited for an answer. The door slams open by Nichole in some creepy Santa Claus outfit. The pillows that were stuffed into her shirt didn't fit inside her shirt all the way, making it more hilarious to look at.

"HEY GIRL!" She tried yelling over the bass of the music.

"H-hey." You shudder with the large lump rising up your throat.

"Let's go dance!" Nichole drags your hand through the crowd and onto the dance floor. A familiar Christmas song comes on, bringing everyone away from the snack bar. You start tapping your foot to the beat, getting a good rhythm going. Until, Nichole spins you around with joyful laughter as the lyrics start to slow down.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But, the very next day
You gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special~

You laugh along with her. People start putting mistletoe above couple's heads and other start handing out hot chocolate. One offers you a small cup with salted Carmel hot chocolate with marshmallows. "Thank you." You happily take the cup out of his hands and gently take a sip.

"Is it good?" She asks. "Yeah!" Nichole faces brightens.

For a second, you swore Nichole's pale face turned gray with a wide smile.

SeE yOu SOoN~

"You okay?" her worry grows.
"Umm...y-yeah. I just need to-"

Dang it. Why now? In the middle of the floor? Gross! She probably thinks I'm disgusting...

"I-I'm sorry. I c-can clean it up if-"
Your stomach starts growling even more, growing hunger. Nichole disappears out of sight as the room fills up with dust particles.

The music playing becomes more clear.

You better watch out~

Blood stains the floors and ceiling. A faint ringing noise stings your ears.

You better nOt cRy~

You walked out of the room, away from the noise. It only grew louder.

YoU bEtTer NoT pOuT~

Black liquid started dripping from your mouth, staining your clothes.

I-I'm tEl-LiNg y-yOu WhY~

It became harder to walk as your vision becomes blurry. Your eyes can only see the exit in front. I can make it. You kept coughing as more black throw up covered your arms. Your black arms slowly reach for the door in pain.

But, the door opens to a wicked smile, that belonged to a man you kept seeing at night. He grins, then grabs your neck while slowly turning into the same black liquid substance you kept coughing up and entered your system.

"Sorry we had to meet like this~"