2D x Reader One-shots

2D x Reader (Sleepless in London Pt 2: Nightmare)

((This is the nightmare that caused you to get out of bed that night. Sorry for the short chapter this week, don't worry the finale of this 3 part story is the next update and it will be pretty long. I would love to hear your suggestions for new chapters, so please comment them on this chapter.

((Also, a bit of a gore warning on this one. If you're squeamish to mentions of blood and bone, read with caution.

It was dark. That's all (Y/N) could really tell about her surroundings as she looked in all directions to try and find something. Some shapes were barely outlined in the shadows upon shadows that surrounded her: a chair, a long table, a keyboard that seemed to be broken. Even though she could just barely see the objects, they felt...familiar to her. There was no light, her eyes were just adjusted to the abysmal darkness, so she slowly moved forward to the keyboard. Every now and again, her feet would hit something on the ground. It was light and sounded like pieces of glass. She didn't really think twice about it as she continued to the instrument.

As she got closer, sounds could be heard, as if the keyboard were playing itself. It was a haunting melody out of a broken instrument and it made (Y/N)'s heart twist with despair. Finally, she was able to reach out and touch the keyboard, it felt even more familiar as her fingers brushed against the battered keys. The song kept playing, keeping the same pace and no louder than when she was a few meters away from it. She knew the song, deep in her memory, but couldn't quite remember the words so she hummed along with the tune. As she did so, the area got brighter and brighter. This made (Y/N) smile a bit, but once she saw what surrounded her, that smile fell into a frightened wide-eyed stare.

Broken bottles of beer, a guitar with the neck snapped off, and blood. So much blood. Trails of it and bloody footprints practically covered the floor, and now that there was light, she could see that she was in the main recording studio. But...everything was either broken or look to be in the process of breaking. The mic stands, the recording equipment, the couch, and anything that hung on the walls. But what frightened her most of all, was the bloody broken corpse of Stuart Pots. (Y/N) hardly had any time to react before she was ripped away from the image, the horrible sight of her boyfriend's mangled form, and sat up in her bed with heavy breaths. "Dream..." she said after a bit. "It was just a dream.." But the broken bones sticking out from bruised flesh seemed terribly real. She needed comfort, and it seemed so silly to the young adult, but she needed to know everything was okay.