Lost In Sorrow (Fem CreepyPasta X Emotionless Male Reader)

Chapter 1 Shattered

Y/N Your Name.
L/N Last Name
H/C Hair Color
H/L Hair Length
S/C Skin Color
F/C Favorite Color

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It's dark... Why? Where am I?

(Y/N) "Hello?"

I can hear an echo, it's creepy...
where am I? Why... Why can't I move?!

(Y/N) "HELLO?!!!"

I'm panicking, why am I panicking?!

(???) "Hello..."

(Y/N) "AH!!! Wh-what who's there?!"

That voice where does it- how does i-it's terrifying. Why am I so scared, who is he... what is the.

(???) "Look at you? pathetic. this, this is why I'm in control. you are so scared, so submissive, you're nothing"

(Y/N) "Stop it! Stop it right now! I'm not pathetic! Who are you?! What are you! Help... SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!!!!!"

(???) "Ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!"

(Y/N) "NO NO NO STOP!!! STOP PLEASE!!! AAAHH!!!!"

*Gasps for air* I woke up in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath.

(Y/N) "Damn it. Another one"

Why? What the hell did I do?! Whatever, it's over for now.

(Y/N) 'Time to start the day. Or in this case. another Nightmare....'

I thought as I get out of my poor excuse of a bed and walk over to my personal mirror. It's not made of glass though for... Reasons. I'm hesitant to look but I do.

(Y/N) "Huh lucky me"

I say as I get thing's prepped.

(Y/N) "Scar cream? Check,
Toothbrush? Ew... um, Check?
Make-up? *Sighs* Check,
My sanity? Nope, lost that years ago... Will looks like that's everything they let me have. I gotta say this is better than last time. Well, here we go..."

I start off with brushing my teeth with this... Will what was a toothbrush, no toothpaste though. Why? Will let's just say I got hungry, what else is new... And ate a little bit of the toothpaste. Hey, Don't judge me a person does things when times are desperate... Shit.

{PhantomGlitch} "I hate you...."

Anyway, after I get done 'Brushing my teeth' I then apply the scar cream on my wrists, Ankles, and back. Now that's done, time to apply the makeup on my bruises...

<Time Skip|10 minutes>

(Y/N) "There that's done"

Okay now that my daily routine is done. Now I wait... God, I hate this place.

<Time Skip|1 hour>

I've been sitting here for what feels like an hour. Waiting for them to open my damn door, Of course, they're taking their sweet ass time. Not that I care. I kind of like spending time alone, helps me get my head straight. And some other cases being alone is not the greatest. But almost when I was about to get comfortable spending time alone, my door bursts open to reveal. A flurry of dumbasses, Jackasses, Holding a straitjacket and chains. Look at them, holding their tasers their needles, everything they deem necessary to get me in those wretched restraints. I'm not in the mood today so I just hold my hands up and let them do them. after putting on the straitjacket, attaching all the chains on my wrists and ankles, Once again way too tight. They then put my damn muzzle on. God, I hate that damn thing. After they've properly restrained me, or at least what they call proper restraint. They sit me on a dolly... Every time they do this I feel like I've seen this somewhere? whatever, the feeling disappears because this dolly is different from most. They attach some sort of weird contraption that they clamp down on me. Once they're done they get me to my pathetic excuse of a psychiatrist. They carefully remove my muzzle and leave me in the room with only two guards, since there's only three here. they would have the other one to stand guard but he's too afraid. can't say that I blame him, he lost a few fingers the last time he dealt with me hence why I have a muzzle.