Darkest Of Nights | Sally Face

🔪l.j.

Larry Johnson x mentally ill!reader
Another request uwu
Warning: character deaths and maybe some gore
Sorry it took so long

"I've been having these dreams," You began.

"Go on," Larry leaned forward in his beanbag chair.

You looked down at your hands and sighed. "Its not good dreams."

"They never are (Y/N)."

You were hesitant on telling him about your dreams, but proceeded anyway. "Well, in my dreams, there's this--this man. He's dressed in black--head to toe--with black wings and a--a scythe. He tells me things."

"What kind of things?"

"He," you took a breath. "He tells me everyone needs to die. That I'm the only one who can do the task."

"We've been over this. You can't kill anyone just because the voices or because someone in your dreams tells you to." Larry looked into your eyes then shook his head.

Soon. A hushed voice whispered.

You chose to ignore the voice in your head and continued the conversation with Larry. Nothing seemed to shake either of you from your opinion. After a while of arguing, you began to get pissed at Larry and walked away. You didn't want to end up blacking out and hurting him. You cared for him deeply and knew if you harmed him, you could never forgive yourself.

You walked out of his room and out into the living room to try and calm your nerves. Several voices were whispering to you about how he wasnt important to you and how you were better off without him. The whispers began to grow louder; transforming to yelling.

You covered your ears to try and block out the voices but it didn't seem to work. Larry walked out of his room, worried about you, when he saw you kneeling on the ground with your hands on each side of your head.

A frowned tugged at his lips. He felt as if he was the one who caused your breakdown. He sat on the floor next to you and pulled you into his chest. He ran his hand over your (h/c) hair and wrapped the other around your waist. He held you close until you began to calm down.

"(Y/N)?" His voice overpowered the ones in your mind. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes looked up at him and a weak smile formed on your face. "I'm okay now."

"I'm sorry (Y/N)," Larry spoke. "I should've known better than to argue with you."

"Its okay.." You pushed him away from you gently. "I'm going to go home though."

"Do you want me to walk you?"

"No!" You stood up. "No, thank you."

"Alright."

You gave him a small wave before walking out of the door. You were greeted by Chug and Soda by the candy machine.

Now. A deep voice commanded. Do it now.

You went over to the lost and found nonchalantly. You could hear Larry's music from outside the apartment. He wouldn't hear anything. You looked around in the lost and found and found a wooden baseball bat.

You looked over at the father and daughter who were playing peekaboo. Gripping the bat's handle, you walked over to them with a false smile.

"(Y/N)!" Soda squealed, obviously happy to see you.