Sunset Shimmer x Male!Reader

A Painful Morning

A/N: PLOTHOLE INCOMING! Not that there never was any haaaa....

It is pitch-black, unknown of the limits within this abyss. Letting out a quick breath, killing the deafening silence you widen your eyes in both confusion and in search for clarity. It feels like your body is in a still stance, you tilt your head downwards raising both of your hands with your palms facing you, it's still black. 

"What is this pla-"

Abruptly, a strong breeze suddenly hits your back as it goes throughout your whole body. You take a few steps forward with lidded eyes as your torso tilts back and inclines fourth, you hold each of your hands onto the opposite upper arms with raised shoulders as your body shivers, feeling pushed. You leave out a trembling sigh as you squint your eyes and widely open them.

So cold... You thought.

All of a sudden you felt a slight warm hitting your front. Standing straight up in surprise, you slowly take a step forward which made a tap-sound and the warmth began to increase a tiny bit, it felt relieving and good.  It increased more as you began to take another step, hungry for more you began to walk slowly as you heard each tap coming from each step, the tempo of the rhythm went faster as the comforting warmth of the unknown source gave you more. A light appeared as you came closer, it became brighter and brighter as you closed in. The light source then became smaller as you kept coming, you slow down your pace as you finally arrive in front of the mysterious source, a flame.

Looking down at the flame questionably, you crouch down in a relaxing pose still embracing the warmth. You look at the flame sympathetically, as if it was an abandoned child alone in the cold, isolated. It made you think about a particular person. Suddenly, its heat quickly became as if you were close up to the sun, rapidly in surprise and pain you crawl away from it backward. Your heart began to beat faster as you looked at it in distress, without even taking another crawl back the strong breeze hits you once again making you shiver.

Hugging your knees, you look at the flame and noticed that it became smaller and seemed less harmless as it's reaching warmth slowly disappeared, the ice-cold breeze hits you again. As your body became even colder, you desperately crawl as fast as you can to the flame, sitting up on your knees puzzling out how you could. An idea suddenly hits you.

Please, please get warmer, please come on!  you thought repeatedly.

The burning flame at a swift pace became bigger and warmer than last time. Embracing the pain, you suddenly feel the ice-cold breeze hitting you again and a strong wind pushes you on top of the flame as it painfully burns your whole body. Your vision began to blur and get darker as the pain became even greater.

You open your eyes, welcomed with a crushing pain arousing from your back as you rub it immensely. Squinting your eyes in agony, you let out not so loud groan. 

"Aghh, seriously..."

Sloppily, you try to get up from the floor holding onto your bed as assist. You feel a burning sting in your spine while slowly rising up from the floor, squinting your face and letting out a mute scream. Finally managing to stand up, it felt like a giant achievement you earned today. Out of nowhere, an intensifying dizziness is felt and you drop your stance with a loose body, your hands are weightless noodles, as well as your legs. Your butt hits the bed and you feel yourself bouncing on it, like a trampoline. 

You raise up both of your arms as you lean back, squinting your eyes a little while opening your mouth widely, inhaling and then exhaling as you lean forward letting down your arms and dropping your shoulders. Your mind feels unclear and it's hard to think of anything else than your recent bizarre dream which led to a dreadful wakening. 

Still hurts, you thought, rubbing your back in a moderate pace.

You look at the door with half-closed eyes, it's like you're wearing heavy armor. Before you even attempt on standing up, you look at your pillow and beside it is your phone, you grab it and press the power button, it's 09:35 AM. You shove the phone inside your pocket, your eyes widen as you suddenly notice that you're wearing the clothes from yesterday. Quickly brushing off your realization you look down at your which are already on the ground, you forcefully try to lift up the rest of your body in a grumpy manner. Struggling, you manage to lift up the rest of your body, but just standing there feels like a drag and you immediately begin walking swiftly towards the door. 

As you grab the handle, you think about whether Shimmer is in the living room or by the kitchen counter. You quickly inhale and exhale through your nose and tighten your hold on the handle you pull it down and push slowly, looking in the direction of the counter as the door reveals her questioning presence. The door fully opens and not a single living soul is to be seen, a slight sound of a snowblower is the only sound your ear catches. Your disappointing look quickly went into a neutral one as you began walking straight towards the kitchen.

I could have some cereal, yeah that sounds good, you thought in hunger.

Facing the fridge as you walk towards the kitchen. You reach out your hand like if you were a poor citizen longing for bread and you finally make it. You lock your hands in a tight grip and open up the fridge being bombarded, by nothing special to say the least. Locking to the right, you face the shelves on the fridge catch the milk sight. Your hand immediately fastens it's fingers around it and gently pulls it out of the shelves as you at your own pace, closes it catching a glimpse of the door to the guest-room.

You look down at the left side of the fridge, seeing a cabinet as you crouch down while opening the door. There are different cereal boxes on the upper shelve and you swiftly grab the preferred one, standing up and closing the door with your foot. You put the milk and the cereal box on the kitchen bench. Walking at a comfortably developed pace to the left, you open one of the other upper cabinet doors and pull out a bowl and placing it too on the kitchen counter. You pull one of the drawers below and pick up a spoon as you close it and power walk briefly to the counter. 

Everything is set and you began pouring the milk/cereal in first and the milk/cereal in second. holding onto the spoon and looking anxiously down at the cereal, your head slowly lifts up and turns around towards the door to the guest-room. You look at it in suspicion with a straight mouth and calm and casual eyes. 

Is she still here?  you question yourself.

Without looking, you put your spoon in the bowl, pacing yourself to the door. When finally arriving, you steadily lift you had and rest it on the handle. You felt your heart beats begging to raise, breathing through your mouth slowly while looking at the handle covered by you hand. You swallow you spit filled mouth and get a good grip on the handle, slowly and eagerly pulling it down while pressing your whole body onto door. The bed is to be seen through the small, expanding opening, each heartbeat in you began to pick up a faster pace as more began to expose. You began pushing the door a bit faster to see what's to come and piece of paper is to be seen on the bed, but as you opened the door fully, you let out a heavy sigh as you stand there looking at the bed with eyes half dropped.

The bed seems to have been made up nicely and slippers are to be seen half-exposed under the bed, everything feels empty here. Adjusting your eyes to the paper, you began to walk only hearing one step come after another. You bow your upper-body as you reach and grab the piece  of paper and stand up again with your eyes focused on the words written on it. 

"Thanks," it says. 

You feel confused after reading it,  you wanted to feel sad, angry or maybe perhaps happy? You had slightly widened eyes as the end of your eye brows crunched. Your thumbs began to press on the paper on each end harder, you felt the need to rip the paper in half. You suddenly stop, letting out a heavy sigh and let go of the opposite hand off the paper, turning around while looking at the door. 

She's just gonna leave it at that...?