In My Arms.. [Natsuki X Male Reader]!! [SMUT]

Icing.

Warning: This chapter contains gore, proceed with caution.

“Hi!” Natsuki exclaims as you walk downstairs the next day. She's reclining on the sofa, reading a manga. “Hey, sweetheart.” You reply, walking into the kitchen to ready a coffee.

“So… how did you sleep?” Natsuki questions, saving the page on her manga and setting it down beside her.

“I slept fine… with you in my arms, I may add.” You say. Natsuki giggles.

“Well, you are pretty warm. Can I be blamed for wanting to cuddle into you?”

“Heh. Of course not.” You didn't really know what to say, you felt a bit off today.

“Well…?” Natsuki questions.

“Well what?” You ask.

“Heheh~ silly, it's my birthday.” She brightly announces, her eyes sparkling.

“Oh, yeah! How could I forget…” Again, another sign of things being off. “...I'm sorry, I couldn't get you anything.”

“It's fine!” Natsuki reassures you. “As long as you're here for me I'll be just fine.”

You smile. Maybe things weren't so weird after all.

“Heh. Alright, I'm heading to the store to get a few items. Want anything?”

“Nah, I'm fine thanks.” Natsuki answers, picking up her manga and searching for the lost page.

…

You don't pass a lot of people on the way there and a cold fog sets in, obscuring your close surroundings.

You do however pass a father and their own children walking the opposite direction of you. His.. appearance. Something about it reminds you of Natsuki's dad.

Natsuki's dad.

Hm.

You wondered…

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“J-Jesus!” You take a brief moment to stop and catch your breath in the middle of the street. It felt like you just had the air forcefully knocked out of your lungs, you lean against a wall for roughly a minute before trying to walk again.

Wow. Your legs quiver and vibrate under minimal weight but you manage to stay upright.

“W-What the hell?” The sick tension from earlier returns with a vengeance and you quickly develop a strong headache.

“YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A SPECIAL POEM.” The words are screeched in your head seemingly of their own accord.

You don't know what to do or how to feel. You feel cold. Really cold. Your whole body feels as though its being subjected to the harshest winter you can imagine.

“YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A SPECIAL POEM. WOULD YOU LIKE TO VIEW IT?” The words are…visualising themselves?

“Y-Yes?” You feel like a madman for actually answering out loud.

Nothing could prepare you for what happens next.

An image of an unidentified man with  both of their achilles tendon sliced and bashed open suddenly appears in your mind. Upon closer inspection their skin is charred and inflamed and their jawline is torn and shredded, their mouth being continually forced open with some metallic object of torture as their tongue flails in a futile attempt to screech in pain, blood flies out of their mouth replacing actual words and to top it off, sharp wooden splinters appear to be driven down their brittle fingernails.

“W-What the fuck!?” You whisper yell.

“S             PECIAL    PO EM”

Another image, it's of another unidentified individual, tall and lanky, seemingly male with their legs being run over by a bus, the leg skin rupturing and muscles, tendons and a pile of crushed bone oozes out like icing onto the pavement. People witnessing the incident just stare.

I C ING.

Natsuki's face appears, but there's something odd.

Something about her neck.