Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

1: Arrival

You're standing in the middle of a dark but shiny tile flooring habitat. All you're wearing is your pajamas. The floor is cold. You don't know how you got here nor where you are. Cautiously, you gaze around. There's nothing but emptiness. Not even the sky could be seen properly.

The silence fills you with anxiety. You want to shout, but when you try, you feel like you're suffocating. You can't breathe, collapsing as a result. Before losing your consciousness, you hear a motorcycle nearing you. It stops right beside you and you see the front tire along with a pair of boots that have metal spikes at the toes walking hastily towards you. A clawed dark hand reaches for you like it's trying to help but you pass out.

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The overflowing radiance of the sun pierces through your eyelids. You groan and roll over, relaxing a bit more before you spring right up and stare at the clock on your night stand. You start cussing. "It's already too late. School's over by now." The pile of clothes you put on your counter is now a mess on the floor. Anyhow you pull them on right away and make your way downstairs. "Granny will be crazy at me if she finds out...." Silently you put on your shoes and slip out of the door with 20 bucks in your hand which you snatched from the kitchen countertop.

The backstreet welcomes you with air like a cow's breath. A few steps away from your back door there is a warehouse where only you can get into. There you hide some of your things you know you'll get in trouble for owning. Like your motorcycle which you're currently struggling to pull out through the standard sized door. It's a little bit too huge but you manage. The keys jingle when you close the door. Now it's time for you to hop on and speed your worries away for a change. ....Yes, right after a quick stop at the gas station.

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It's becoming late evening and you're returning to the backstreet where you started. Someone's texting you so you don't mind answering, the road's straight anyway. It's granny. You type that you're on your way home and start searching for an emoji to add after the text. Suddenly someone lifts you off your motorcycle.

BAM.

Your motorcycle crashed into a concrete wall from 80mph. "Remember to keep your eyes on the road, (Y/N)." You turn to look into the direction of who's holding you but you're already standing on your own two feet when you see the man's unclear face and presence fade away. The only thing you could see was his soft smile. You stand there, baffled, wondering what just happened. After a moment you just take a bus home.

Your grandma is watching the news. They're already televising the motorcycle accident and wonder why there seems to be no driver. You watch it silently behind her back for a moment. "Oh, I'm home." She turns around and smiles. "Please have some food. Oh poor girl, being out all day and you haven't probably eaten anything." She seems way too nice. Well you decide to have some. At least until you see what's for dinner. It's just the worst food you can ever imagine to put in your mouth. There's a text with the plate: I know you snored all day in your room. And if you don't eat this you'll be getting a few earfuls. A shiver runs down your spine. Anyway you just make a serving of instant noodles and take the plate upstairs to your room too. (666 word mark!!) You scroll social media on your phone for a few hours before going to sleep.

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You see a man in leather clothing. He's running for his life. It seems like he has a tail and you can't stop staring. He's running towards his bike, but the bike gets shot and it evaporates as particles. The man trips and screams while facing you through fog. "RUN!!" His voice sounded familiar. You fall into a pit of some sort and keep falling.

Suddenly you hit your head to the corner of your bedside table. You have 1 new message. It's from an unknown sender. Help me. I need you. You think this is a prank and go back to sleep. However you keep dreaming of what you just saw in a dream again and again, leaving you restless for the rest of the night.

In the morning you manage to get up from your bed and notice another text message from the same sender. You need to listen to me. Time is running out. You ignore the message and make haste to school. There's no point in rushing as you sleep through all of the first period. As you sleep you see the same man again, his hand on his side as if he was covering a wound that leaked out some glittering particles. His figure seemed foggy for the most part but you're sure it's him. You see his lips form a sentence: "I'm dying." As you're trying to reach towards him you return back to your seat, actually being in the same position and the same pained facial expression. All the students turn to look at you. "This ain't real.."

It is real. Go and find locker number 322. He's waiting. After hesitating you slip into the nurse's office to borrow the first-aid kit and make haste to the boys' changing room since all the numbers between 201 and 400 are positioned there. You open the door and sneak in. After a few rows you find it - locker number 322. "Mark?" you wonder. It must be the exchange student's locker. But it's not locked. With a heavy dose of anxiety you throw it open only to find out it's empty. Nonetheless the heavy darkness makes you want to reach in - -

You pass out.