Pitch Black x Reader Oneshots

-Fearless-

Thank you @SpiritRiddle for this plot suggestion! I really hope you like this. If anyone else has ideas for oneshots, please let me know!

You could feel it again as you trudged up the dirt trail. The eyes at the back of your neck made the tiny hairs all over your body rise with the goosebumps that pushed them high. Not that you were nervous, but you surely allowed your sixth sense to surprise you by letting you know of the sudden slightly wanted and slightly unwanted presence while you were off guard. You shivered at the sensation, tugging your jacket closer to your body to let the fuzzy inside insulate you from the autumn breeze. The scent of pine filled your nostrils while you scanned the ground which was scattered with golden leaves. You were in that forest again. The one beside your neighborhood that seemed so lonely but never left people alone.

He was watching. He always did. You were not the only one who noticed but you certainly were the only one who was not bothered by it. Not as a child, not as a teenager, not even as the young adult that you were. It gave these woods a reputation and it gave you an even bigger one, both of which stood out at this time of year when people decorated their porches with carved pumpkins and cotton spiderwebs. While everyone else who witnessed the activity in these woods shied away from daring to enter again, you saw no point in being afraid. You thought it was silly to be terrified instead of intrigued by the unusual happenings within the shade of the trees. It shocked the people living on your street to see you enter that forest every weekend since you were in middle school.

"She's gonna get kidnapped," they would whisper.

"Or murdered."

"Or raped!"

Ugh, you thought. Their minds were even more disgusting than what the forest actually contained. You could just laugh in their faces. If they were so terrified, then why do they bother making fun of fear during Halloween? There was nothing wrong with these woods. It had everything a regular forest could offer, towering trees, trails, wildlife, berries, odd rumors started by the nearby homeowners...

It all began when the people started seeing things inside. Whether they were on their morning jogs or picking raspberries in the evenings, they would sprint back out to the neighborhood to tell everyone else about the "strange shadow figures" or "haunting yellow eyes" that came across them. Not everyone believed it and would pass it off to be wandering coyotes. But you believed it. You could see it too. It just never phased you.

What good would running away do if all it was ever gonna do was follow you? What bad would accepting it do? It never hurt anyone, so you found yourself safe to take your Saturday afternoon strolls like you have been since you were twelve.

He saw you every time. And you saw him. The two of you never spoke a word to each other, but whenever you caught that glimpse of him in that split second from the bushes, you gave a smile. It was your only interaction, even though whenever you did, he always thought you were reacting to something behind him. He thought you saw right through him as if he was a piece of glass. Just like the rest of the world did.

There was something about you that kept him interested though. Maybe it was because you were the only one still visiting the forest when no one else did. Maybe it the fact that you were not scared. He had never heard the beautiful sound of your heart pounding against your chest, about to burst out in horror. He had never watched you run off in terror as adrenaline pumped in your veins. And oh, how much he craved the taste of your rare fear and the sounds of your throat ripping itself apart with your own screams. How delicious would that be if only you could see him...yet, was any of that even possible?

You would waltz right past him every single time he got close to you. You sensed his presence in the hallways of your middle school, in your dark bedroom at night, at your high school graduation, and back in the forest all over again. You weren't bothered by it. You were actually glad to get the attention. At least you were not alone. However, for this so-called creature, demon, spirit of the forest, or whatever he was, he somehow felt lonely as ever without you giving him a single sign of your belief in him. As much as he wanted to know more about you, how could he?