"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader

Chapter 16; Encounter

[Dark's POV]

There was a sort of quiet moment as the Male tried to process what just happened. He was separate from the kid he had practically pledged to protect, alone in a place he wasnt too familiar with. He needed a moment...unfortunately, that moment did not last long.

Dark was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the creak and screech of a door opening. Damian blinked a few times, finding the hallway go dark, even when his eyes were open. He looked up and watched the light flicker. The light burned brightly then burnt out. The brown eyes Male backed off, looking down the hallway as one by one, each light burnt out until the last light in the hallway that was still lit was the one in front of the wooden door. The wooden door, that slowly crept further open. It seemed to Lead to a black pit, not even the hallway light seemed to be able to leak into the room. Damian looked at Henriks door and turned, knocking at it. Whatever was in the room, it was out now. Dark called for Henrik to open the door, let him in, but the doctor thought the Male was being overdramatic. He wasnt going to let Damian in, nice try.

The Male felt the hallway grow cold, as if it was sealed off from the rest of the apartment. Dark could see his breath in front of him. Dark tensed as he felt to hands placing themselves on his shoulder, and it seemed like the cold itself entered his body. A soft, haunting, cooing voice spoke from behind the gray skinned male... whispering...

"Í̸̢t̷̨̰̱̉̐̎͜'̷͙̠̲̲͂̂s̵̳̾͗ ̷̱̆̾̅̅m̶̛̝̞̪̼̌͂e̶̡̐͌̚"

[Y/ns POV]

I wasnt really aware about what was going on, zoning out and not really paying attention. The child had been doing their best to try and fall back asleep. But they couldnt. The best they could do was close their eyes and hope to be back in bed when they opened them, like last time. When they opened their eyes, they were...in a bed, but not the head from before. No, the mattress was firmer, and it had plain white and mint sheets. [Y/n] looked around the room to find the room itself was different. A desk was pushed against the wall, covered him papers, pencils and shaving from pencils and erasers alike. The wall was covered in various diagrams and draws of skeletons and people, many different skeletons...it was unsettling. There was an area rug that was scuffled from the desk and dresser and bed, as though the rug came first and everything was pushed onto it afterwards.

The doctor Male and a new...other...doctor? were sitting in chairs in front of the bed, talking quietly amongst one another, not paying much attention to the child. [Y/n] shifted and crawled over to the edge of the bed, the blanket russling under the child, bringing the new doctor to look up.

Henry: "Oh, child. You're up"

Apparently they either did manage to fall asleep or they did a really good job faking it. [Y/n] nodded and looked around once more, whimpering as they watched the good doctor rise to his feet.

Henry: "Relax, child, I'm not going to hurt you...I just vant to help.."