At Last (Brendon Urie X Reader)

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A/N sorry I've been gone for a while, kinda lost interest but regained it and I have a story line to follow...sorta

Y/N POV

I start to stir a lot in my sleep..until I realise that I'm no longer in slumber.

I let out a small groan as I start to wake up properly. I become more into reality, and am hit with immense pain all through my body.

I go to roll over onto my back in hopes the pain dies down so I can go back to sleep not caring what's going on around me, but instead, I am met face to face with the ground and the wind leaving my body.

My eyes spring open as I'm now wide awake and realise that I actually just rolled off the couch...
Couch..
Who's couch is this?
What. Where am I ? This isn't my house.

Then the memories from last night coming flooding back to me. Well, I think last night? I mean there's no clock or windows so I can't tell what time it is or anything.

But who's Dallon. He kept saying my b-brother. But my brother died.
You may be wondering how I know his name was going to be Ryan.
Well when I was around 8 the women who ran the orphanage had told me that I was too young to remember anything but apparently she was friends with my mum, she had named the boy Ryan and the girl Y/N.
But unfortunately, she had passed away giving birth to me. Ryan died about half an hour later or something like that.

I was told that my dad was taking me to the park when I was about 2 and he had a head-on coliseum with drunk driver and passed away, but I somehow managed to survive. the thing is, I was told I was in the orphanage my WHOLE life up until I turned 8. Maybe they though i wouldn't get what they meant so it was easier telling my that until I was old enough? Maybe.

I don't know whether I believe it or not, cause I mean wouldn't I have some type of family left? Was I meant to believe none of my family is alive, that both parents siblings had died and their parents? That I had no bloodline left.

Maybe these dreams I was having weren't that crazy after all, well I mean apart from the demons but I don't necessarily believe there aren't demons. I mean it's completely possible. I mean just think about it. Aliens are most likely real, so why is it so hard to believe demons arnt

Now to think of it, I see this one particular demon in my dreams a lot....he's name is like Brendon or Brandon or something, but why does he keep showing up. but I don't really mind.....he's kinda hot- no I can't say that! I don't even know who he is, well I mean I've seen Dallon in my dreams before and he shows up out of nowhere and pretty much kidnaps me. So what means to say Brendon's not real...and this other guy who seems familiar. Ryan? My brother? No, it couldn't be. Could it? He looks somewhat like me. But how?

I am immediately taken out of thought when I hear chatter on the other side of the wall starting to get closer to the door. The figures stood on the other side and were talking. Suddenly I hear keys being pushed into the door. The only thought that was running through my mind was.
Hide.

I had no idea where I was going or where I was but I ran into the furthest room that was connected to the hallway I had gone into. the door had some kind of padlock that seems to be left undone. Who cares looks like a better place to hide then out here.

As I get my breath back, I take in my surroundings only for my breath to leave again.

Boy was I wrong.
I now understand why they wanted no one to come in here.

Weapons, everywhere.

A metal table like there are in morgues with straps for keeping you secure to the table.

Swords, knives, guns, needles..anything you could imagine to do harm with. is this a torture chamber? No. It can't be. Please say this is just another stupid dream. I've seen one of these type rooms, Brendon took me here and..did...things. But that was just a dream. But this time it feels different. If feels alive.

As of that moment, I find myself in the corner hiding it out, eyes wide with fear and tears falling down the side of my face. What do I do? There's nothing I could do, maybe I could defend myself with one of the weapons. I mean it's not like I have a limited choice. I try my best to get my balance but I'm too shaking to stand and fall back down, making too loud of a thump. Shit.

In that moment, my heart rate speeds up and that's all I can remember as I'm slowly brought into darkness once again.