At Last (Brendon Urie X Reader)

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Your POV

Blood, blood is all I can smell. Along these dimly lit corridors I walk, separate doors leading into chambers, almost like prisons. Prisons for torture.
Screams, screams is all I can hear. As I stumble down the halls, wishing not to get caught.
Darkness, Darkness is all I can see. For what feels like miles, these long halls vanish in the distance like there's no end to this hell.
Cold, cold is all I can feel. Walls are cold, even the floor. My body on the other hand, even though my heart was beating out of my chest, and realistically I should burning up from the amount of sweat on my forehead. I was shaking, from fear, from the cold around me. It was unsettling. Where was I? Was this the visual representation of hell? I think so.

I wonder along the corridors hoping to stay out of sight from everyone around me. Even though I've not seen anyone, I can hear blood-curdling screams on the other side of the doors.

Light, I squeeze my eyes shut and inhale as if it was my last breath. I reopened my eyes and bolt for the door as I sense freedom on the other side. Boy was I wrong.

I yank the handle down, putting all my force onto the door, for it to swiftly open and for me to tumble over my feet.

I let out a grunt as I now have an instant headache from smashing my head on the floor. I mean I am really clumsy so I am used to it.

"What the fuck..?" I hear a low whisper from the other side of the room...shit...

To terrified of what's going to happen, I stay on the ground hoping I'd be left alone, but no. Footsteps. Coming towards me. 'I'm screwed' is all I could think.
"Oh yes you are sweetie" the man whispered as he kneeled beside me, still not looking up, I can hear the smirk he has on.

Then it clicks. Did he just read my mind?
"I sure did darling"

At this moment in time, I whip my head in the air so this...thing...was kneeling right in front of me now.

I scramble to my feet, nearly falling back down again as the figure is now towering above me.
"W-what a-a-are y-you?" Is all I mange to choke out. My eyes darting up and down, taking in the features, but not long I catch his gaze...wow...those eyes...dark brown- wait..as I stare deeper into those..precious, mesmerising- no stop. I can't thing like that. This is serious. His eyes, they, they're turning, orange?

You are snapped out of thought as the guy in front of you chuckles slightly.
"Too hot for you eh.?" Unlike before I can now see his devilish smirk seeping across his face

"W-what?! NO-O! Y-you are the complete opposite of h-hot!" I can now feel my face become flustered. Shit.
If I had a chance of pulling it off, I just blew it.

"Your mind says different, anyway my names Brendon. Nice to meet you." 'Brendon' throws his hand toward mine, expecting me to introduce myself, but I just stand their daydreaming in his eyes as they slowly become more orange.

"And you are?" Now motioning his hand in a spiral action, signalling me to talk.

"Y-Y/N" you feel a tight grip around your hand as it is shaken vigorously up and down.
"Wow, she knows her name!" Brendon once again chuckles.

*knocking on the metal door*
"BRENDON I SWEAR IF YOU KEEP LOCKING THIS DOOR, I WILL BREAK IT DOWN AND NOT REPLACE IT!"

I flinch at the sudden out burst of the person on the other side, well I imagine it was a person.

Brendon lets out a long exaggerated sigh
(A/N doesn't sound like beebo at all)
"GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES I'LL MEET YOU OUTSIDE, LET ME FINISH MY DINNER!" Brendon eye rolls, but stops as he is now staring at my confused face.
"What?" He spits out bluntly.
"O-oh nothing, just w-what dinner?"
I shyly bob my head down towards the ground, scared of the piecing gaze I am given.

"Oh, you sweetie"

"W-wha-"

I am cut off by The man now turning..grey, no blue... No a mixture. But that's not all, horns, WHAT. He's not human. What is he?!

Now terrified for life I am now against a wall sliding down it to get away from him.

"Your nightmare darling" he smirks one last time, that was the last I see.
Other than the feeling of pain.

I pounce up out of bed, panting like a dog, but not a happy one, a scared and lonely one. I shift a little in my bed, instantly feeling wetness below me. I was drenched in sweat. But this wasn't the first time something like this happened, no. It's a reoccurring situation. Now to think of it, the nightmares have all been similar to this one, that man..Brendon? I think it was, yeah Brendon. Well he's been in most of them. But not always the bad guy.

I leap up out of bed but catch myself on my bed side table as my legs are severely shaking from the dream.

I slowly inch my way into the bathroom and close the door, even though I lived alone, I felt like someone was here, watching.
I walk over to the window and slowly lower it down so nobody can see me. I swear I can see shadows, figures standing behind one of the trees right outside.

I shrug it off and hop into the shower letting the warm water run over my body, sending me into relaxation.

Mystery POV

"What was the dream like this time?"
"Similar to the last 3 this week."
The other sighs.
"It's time."

And before you know know it..They we're gone.