Krii7y Oneshots

Love me

'Come on. It wont hurt, Promise.' is what the curiosité collar around the male's neck hummed to him. Trapped with this monstrous fate, He tried to ignore the calls and cries of the collar. Not having wanted to listen to it once more. "No. Not happening." the guy growled at the non-see able force. Growing more annoyed and pained He ignored the request. 'You cant ignore me forever you know. It'll only get worse.' growled the entity. He knew it was right but still refuses to allow it to get to him, knowing the outcome if he let it take over his thoughts and actions. Its been months since he had been introduced to this- thing-, the memory of how he obtained it in the first place locked and faded. All but being stuck with it remaining. 

The man paced around his room trying to cope with the voices demands, or rather, force them out of his head. An objective proven to be difficult, and noneffective. Sighing out in frustration the dude walked over to the mirror in the bathroom to the right of the room. Looking in the mirror, his gaze latched onto the shiny red ruby straddled into place by gold rims an blue gems stitched to a simple black lace. If it wasn't for the insane creation within its beauty, it would really be a wonderful sight and amazing jewelry. Unlocking his gaze from the hell around his next, the man looked up to his reflection. Pale skin, Whitish Hair with brown roots showing clear as day, Blue ocean eyes sunk into dark purple sockets. He looks as tho he hasn't slept in days, even weeks. That cause he hasn't. Having a demon who refuses to leave you for a moments notice, with a collar that is stuck on you for the rest of your days doesn't show to be good for your health. Mentally and Physically. He raised his hand to his hair gently running it through the matted locks of white. 'Just a little-' "NO" He Sightly yelled slamming his hand back onto the counter with enough force to knock a bottle or two off. 

A knock arose from the door to the house. Glancing over to the small bottles laying over on the floor he leaned down and picked them up, "Coming." he yelled reaching over laying the bottles on the counter. Making his way to the door he let out a huff trying to fix his hair with his fingers, Once at the door he hesitantly opened it. Not really expecting company on a day where the sun is barely out. The open door way shown to a tall male, no older than the white haired one. "Oh Hi john." he let out making way for the guy to walk in. "Didn't expect company today." he said, slight monotone lacing his voice from no sleep, closes the door after John walked fully in. "Cant a friend stop by their best friend's house unexpectedly without reason?" John chuckled looking back at the other. "Anyways, Smit you've been locked away in your house for the past week. You've got us all worried dude." John said sitting on a bar stool that was to the left of the door where the kitchen stood.

Smit let out a sigh. 'This is the perfect time to do it!' let out the entity, hunger fueling its words with poison.  "Shut up." he growled under his breath, trying to avoid John hearing unneeded insanity from his part. "What was that?" John asked looking confused at Smit. Smit walked over to the stool next to the other male letting his head fall onto the hard cold surface of the counter. Huffing out another sigh Smit look up at his friend not breaking contact with the counter. Glancing with tired pitiful eyes into concerned emerald ones. Sighing for the third time this interaction he lifted then reconnected his forehead to the once cool garnet counter top. "Oh wow are you okay- You look awful and i'm sure the one head bang is enough to announce any upset intentions." John scooted his stool over to place his hand on the back of the small, almost broken, man. 

That one simple action, one of comfort and concern, that one touch- the entity that had placed itself in the live of Smit thrived off that. Smit shook slightly under the small embrace of his friends hand, knowing it wasn't gonna lead to anything good in the end. 'Its people i need. Oh, its people we need.' the voice rang though out the head of the boy, causing Smit to close his eyes and curl into a make shift ball. Hating the feeling this thing was causing him to feel.  It hurt aching for the touch of the one you loved, or hell if it even was love. John's hand retracted back to John's side once he saw the his friend ball, concern turn to worry in a flash. The demon in his head hating the lesser contact, roaring for its warmth back to feed its needs. Smit began to feel his stomach twist and turn. As if something was gonna rip out of his intestine like a bird out of his shell. Flying up and running to his room, Smit could fell warm liquid feel his eyes and blur his vision as he felt contact with the bed. Groaning and crying slightly from pain, John rushed after him. Worrying about his frantic friend who just in his eyes broke down. 

Smit blinked open slightly to see a frantic John asking him whats wrong, while reaching one hand over his face to clear the liquid that was sweeping out from his pain noticing something off about it. "Smit?! Are you okay?? Whats with the black liquid???" John tried not to yell, but truthfully he was freaking out. Smit Looked down at the collar, noticing it was shining slightly to his disliking. Glowing is never a good sign, he learned that after the first time. Oh how it wasn't a good sign. Instead of replying right away Smit stood up and walked over to John, who was still frightened outta his mind. Looking so pitiful, black tears marking their present in the corner of his eyes, Smit stared up to John. Not wanting to explain the torture his been going through with this horrid bastard of a collar, if it even was that. 'Do it. Do IT' Smit sigh and opened his mouth to speak. Tears making their way down his cheeks. 

"J-John.. Its hard to explain without breaking out in a lash of anger and confusion, but this-" he started taking the gem of the collar into his Index and thumb "collar or what ever is... Is cursed. And this curse craves human interaction just like a dog craves a bone. But a Hundred times worse, it Feeds off and creates makeshift love, thriving for any lick of affectionate it can get." Smit slightly cried out, but it all came out in a soft whisper. He dropped the gem from his hand and move it to his face. Whipping the black water from his eye "It has controlled my life for so long, so many painful months, I've not slept ate or even fully left for a day from this room." He chocked out slightly, oh how he wanted to be free from the hell he unfortunately got sucked into. How he wish he never found this collar, how he wish he didn't have to crave affection for this beast in his head to settle off him, How he would kill for a day for his normal life back. Smit had started crying again not to his knowledge. John stared at him hardly believing what his friend just said. Sucking it up for a bit longer Smit went on, "I'm- Stuck with this thing for the rest of my days, unless i give it what it wants. But I've been refusing to give it such.". John looked into Smits eyes, slightly not wanting to talk or say whats he was about to "W-What does it want..?" He said walking toward Smit, who had given up hiding the torture he was going through with this curse. 

Sniffling, and quietly under his breath "You" Smit rubbed his eyes before speaking up more. "You. It wants You, and i refuse to give it what it wants." He slightly yelled, knowing if he left this thing get its way it would torture John with its ways. They'd share this hell if Smit gave in. Smit didn't want to pawn his friend off to his darkness. John looked at Smit placing his arms on his shoulder referring and comforting. "We'd be sharing this hell, and i honestly couldn't leave with myself if i let you get tortured like this. I rather be in pain then let someone i care for suffer for my own good." Smit looked into Johns eyes, begging for this to end. John sighed and leaned in, kissing Smit slightly to the others surprise, pulling away John smiled sadly. "If it means Have any lick of normality came back to my boy, then-" he started grabbing Smit's hand in his own "at least we wouldn't be going through it alone. I'm willing to suffer just make you get at least some of your old self back, We all miss the old you and seeing you go through this is to much." John smiled while pulling Smit into a hug. Smit's mind going off with blazes of the collar's residents as it leaked out to John, closing his eyes Smit hug back tightly as if his life needed it. It did. Feeling half of what he had been though fade away, replace with the small light of hope and happiness he once possessed. Quietly, into the crook of John's neck, Smit let out out a small whimper "Love me".