Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Twenty One

Having finally eaten and been untied, you get better sleep. That night you dream of Tsukiyama. You picture the exact moment of when you finally get to see him. How it will feel to embrace him and breathe in his scent. How it will feel to finally relax again.

Your eyes flutter open as the whine of the large steel door echoes throughout the room. The lights are still off and you can't hear any of the usual commotion outside of the doors. You figure that it's the middle of the night. You close your eyes and stay completely still, pretending to sleep. 

Your heart races and your fists clench tightly as the footsteps approach you. With the blood pumping through your veins, your mind enters fight or flight mode, and you are ready to fight. The footsteps near, and your nerves are like electricity vaulting out of your body. 

You nearly jump out of your seat as a slender hand slides against your cheek. 

"Tsukiyama!" You cry out of excitement.

There is nothing but silence.

A deep chuckle echoes in the room. 

Your heart drops.

The steel door opens a second time. You see the silhouette of a large man dragging something in. 

The blinding lights flick on and you eyes focus on the man in front of you.

He has a wicked smile plastered across his face. It's Dr. Archer.

"Tsukiyama?" he mocks, raising his eyebrow. 

"WRONG." He yells.

Aggressively lunging forward, he wraps his cold fingers around your throat. You bring your arm back in an attempt to knock him against his head. Before your fist makes contact, he slams your head against the back of the chair. 

You're extremely disoriented, but not ready to give up. You launch yourself out of your chair toward Archer, and you dig your elbow into his torso.

The wind is knocked out of him, and he falls to the ground. You waste no time and bolt towards the steel door. You wrap your hands around the handle and yank it open. Your taste if freedom is cut short as the second man in the room grips the back of your neck and pulls you back. He wraps his arm around your torso, and he inserts a long needle into your neck.

"Dammit, (Y/N)!" Archer screams as he catches his breath. Your head spins and your body temperature starts to rise.

Archer is disheveled as he catches his breath. He pushes his classes up on his nose and he sighs. 

"You're going to regret that." He retorts. 

Your eyes flicker back and forth as nausea overcomes your senses. You see a large duffel bag up against a counter. Its the item the second man brought into the room.

Archer follows your gaze and exhales.

"I was hoping you'd notice. It's a gift. From me to you."

Your stomach turns with discomfort. You have no idea what is in the bag but you know you wont like it. 

"OPEN IT." Archer growls.

The man holding you shoves you to the floor, and you crawl over to the bag. Whatever is inside is incredibly heavy.

You shakily reach for the zipper. You grab it and slide it down the bag. Something rolls out of the bag, and lands with a soft squish noise. 

You slowly move your vision down to what fell out onto the floor. 

Annabelle's decapitated head is on the ground, staring up at you. Her cloudy, cold eyes stare directly into yours, and her expression is forever frozen into a look of terror. 

Everything becomes too much. You lean to the side and vomit all over the floor. Hot tears stream down your face as you heave all the contents of your stomach.

"She really thought she could get you out of here." Dr. Archer says as he walks toward you.

His brown boots stop in front of you.

"Luckily, I was one step ahead."