Boo hoo! (MysteryxReader)

Faint

Sorry for the lack of a picture this time. I would draw one but I can't find the motivation :/
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"Mystery would like it if you did~" He said in a longing type of way, like he had finally said what he had wanted to say in the first place. Your face went red with embarrassment as you finally came to the realization of what he meant.
"What? No!" You have only known him for three days, and have seen the sudden changes in his behavior and personality. Every time you woke up, it seemed like he was a different person.

"Look Mystery, you're very nice, but..." Mystery looked down at you expectantly.
"But I don't like you like that." His smile faltered for a split second.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"I don't- You know what I mean." You knew he knew what you meant.
"You don't like Mystery?" Mystery asked with a bit of sadness in his voice.
"Look, I-"
"You hate Mystery, don't you?" He continued as if your words were nonexistant.
"No, I definetley don't hate you, I just-"
"Mystery understands if you don't like him..." He trailed off. You felt a bit bad for him, but you wished he would just let you speak for once. You didn't know why he always interrupted you.
"Mystery, listen, I-"
"Nobody likes Mystery..." He turned away, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.
"No, don't cry again! Listen-" But it was too late, the tears were already rolling down his face. You thought for a moment, before pulling him into a gentle embrace. He seemed surprised for some reason, but almost immediently stopped crying. He drew in a shaky breath then hugged you back. You just hoped he didn't get the wrong idea from it. Thankfully though, it didn't seem like he did. After a few seconds he pulled away.
"So... you don't hate Mystery?"
"No, of course I don't hate you." You were thankful he finally let you talk.
"So we're friends?"
"Yes, we're friends..." Mystery smiled at you for a second, but it was a lot different than his normal goofy smile. It seemed like a smile of real joy and happiness. He quickly changed his expression though, turning to face the wall again.
"Huh? What's wrong?" You asked him.
"Nothing... I just... need a few minutes, okay?"
"Okay..." You figured you should give him some space. You felt like you needed some, too. You slowly rose to your feet, and walked over the doorway. You casted one final glance back at Mystery before entering the room beside his.

You plopped down on the bed and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You glanced over to the tiny nightstand beside the bed. You noticed the camera you had bought was sitting on it. You had almost forgot about the thing, with everything that had been going on. You picked it up and turned it on. It didn't have much battery left, but you didn't mind. You flipped through some of the photos, landing on one specific image. It was a picture of you and your friends. It had been one of the first pictures you had took with it after they had gotten it for you on your birthday. You wondered if they had noticed your disappearance yet. Perhaps they would come looking for you? You wondered if they would even consider looking in a place like this. You sighed and continued flipping through a few other pictures.

Mystery felt something. He actually felt something. It was very faint, but he felt it none the less. Was this happiness..? He quickly pushed the thought away. Maybe he was just being stupid. But he couldn't bring himself to ignore the feeling. It felt too good. What else could it be? Whatever it was, he certainly enjoyed it. He usually felt numb, but this feeling, it was like a breath of fresh air. Mystery laid back on the cold floor, embracing the feeling, pretending it was a soft meadow of flowers. He breathed in their sweet, relaxing scent. He looked up at the ceiling, where he had drawn a colorful, orangish-yellow sun. It was almost like he could feel it's warmth beaming down on him. So this is what happiness felt like? He thought it was something that he had long forgotten. Yeah, sure he felt satisfied when he got what he wanted, but never happy anymore. Until now. Mystery smiled again, a real smile. Even though the feeling was ever so faint, he enjoyed every second of it. He shut his eyes, and for a split second, it was like all his worries and problems had melted away. He wished Y/N were there. Suddenly, he heard a ever so familiar voice that yanked him out of his dream-like state.
"Victor!" Mystery quickly jolted upright, and suddenly he was back in the hospital. He could feel the cherished feeling slipping away.
"You know I hate it when you call me that, Mago..." Mystery responded to the doll, turning to face him.
"What do you think you're doing? God, you're so stupid..." The happy feeling was completely gone now, but Mystery could still recall what it was like. He wished it would have lasted forever. He longed to feel it again.
"...Nothing." He simply said, still lost in his thoughts.
"That's all you ever do. Why don't you do something useful for once?" The doll retorted back at the purple cat. But, for once, Mystery wasn't listening to him.

You quickly looked over to the doorway as you heard some footsteps approaching the room. You saw Mystery peek his head into the room.
"Hello..?" He said before entering.
"Hey..." You replied, turning your camera off and setting it back on the nightstand. Mystery stood in the center of the room for a few seconds, unsure of what to do next.
"Mystery... just wanted to apologize for his behavior earlier..." His tail twitched back and forth nervously.
"He was acting awfully stupid..."
"It's alright." You couldn't really stay angry at him, you knew he didn't really mean it, or at least that's what you assumed because of his obvious mental problems. He seemed content with your forgiveness though, and went to sit beside you on the bed.
"So, Mystery," He turned towards you attentivley, "Haven't you ever thought about leaving this place?"
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