𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕀𝔸ℝ (Glitchtrap X Reader)

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Eerily familiar scents flooded my senses, mixing together in my hazed state. Dust, stale pizza, and.. Iron? Something decomposing? I didn't dare even hesitate to figure it out. Everything was flashing past me in a blur, my lungs stung and my chest felt tight. I couldn't remember why I was here or where I was, only that I was.. Following someone? Why couldn't I remember who? A strange warmth trailed down my head, my sight barely just making out red as it mixed with the tears that continuously cascaded down my cheeks. My loud breathing seemed to echo throughout the hallway, but it didn't drown out a hauntingly voice that hissed angrily,

(Y/N)!

Why did you leave?

Little poor Ava!

She screamed and fought, all for you!

Yet..

What? Who is that? Why is it so.. Familiar? Who are you!
I desperately wished I could scream.

You left her!

You left me...

(Y/N), How could you?!

The two voices mingled together, one voice that of a child, the other, low with almost a British touch to it.

...Wake up.

WAKE UP!

A sharp gasp escaped quivering lips as my trembling body shot up, my ears ringing. My numb mind just couldn't comprehend it was now conscious, an image of a figure appearing with every blink. My chest felt as if it had collapsed in on itself and my breath came in as short gasps. I felt faint despite just waking, barely even noticing the warmth of tears flooding my eyes. Panicked thoughts slipped by so fast I couldn't grasp at a single one. My hand shot up before my brain could even process it, aggressively wiping down my damp cheeks. It felt wrong to cry, especially over my own mistake. It was then I noticed my shirt was soaked with sweat since my free hand had gripped onto it.

My eyes screwed shut in an attempt to block out my surroundings, at the risk of having to instead stare at what my imagination offered. A memory eventually began to creep through the chaos, something a close loved one used to tell me. If you find yourself afraid, confused, or lost, just take a glance at your surroundings. List out everything you can see and feel. I could almost feel her hand petting my hair as she calmed the whimpers of a younger me. Mom. With a deep inhale, I hesitantly lifted my eyelids and began to scan the bedroom. My thoughts struggled to slow as I took in the details around me.

The walls held a (F/C) paint, that, from age, was starting to peel and chip off. It most likely was going to need a clean coat soon. The window that creaked when opened, what was left of the moon's light fading through. And then, my unorganized desk under said window with a cushioned swivel chair pushed up against it. As I listed the items I could see in the rather dark room, I felt myself start to calm. Slowly, my hands dropped and rest loosely on the scattered sheet, only lightly pinching it as if testing whether it was real or not. Once my breathing returned to a neutral state, I turned my gaze to read the clock on the nearby nightstand,

5:56 AM

I sighed before stretching, raising my arms above my head as I arched my back to pop it. How long has it been? Five, six months? Maybe even longer? I frowned, my gaze dropping before I fell back against the bed. That nightmare again. I've been having it for a while now, however not as often as before. I should take it as a blessing that I didn't have as many sleepless nights, but it felt wrong for me to feel relief. I don't deserve that. My little sister's voice haunts me in these 'dreams', reminding me of the terrible mistake I made. I deserve the pain it causes me. For the coward I am.