Enamored • The Days Union x Reader (Female)

-[CHAPTER] 1-

[IDENTITY] Y/N's P.O.V
Friday, April 24
[CITY SQUARE]

Weather status: Bad [STORM]

You looked back, your legs getting tired from running. You were exhausted as you had been running from your fate for 30 minutes, splashing and stomping was all you could hear as you ran through the stormy city, practically going in circles by now. It didn't make it any better that the city was extremely dark and foggy, you could only see the monster when it was right behind you. It was however lucky the thing's brute-like stomping was easy to hear though. "Where is a magical savior when you need one?!" You thought, turning a sharp corner. You glanced back once more to see those now-familiar pair of glowing eyes, ready to pounce and about and inch from your face. You gasped and slipped in a puddle, ducking and hoping to dodge the attack. Instead, however, you ended up on the ground with the monster above you. It raised it's long, sharp claws as it's disgusting scales and goo shined in the dull street light. It slung it's arm down and pierced through your flesh with ease. You sucked in air through your teeth, making a hissing noise as it ripped it's bloody claws out of the fresh wound and swung at your face. You yelped in pain and it made large scratch marks across your left eye. You attempted to scream for help but the pain was unbearable, you couldn't even get a large enough breath to raise your voice. You winced in pain as it dug it's claws into your sliced stomach once more. Your vision slowly started fading as the monster began mutilating your stomach. "I guess this is how I die, at least my story will be pretty neat, 'Local [CITIZEN] torn apart by a gigantic [NIGHT] creature,' amazing," You thought as you felt blood trickle onto your lips. The last thing you heard was a bang and a cry for assistance, saying something about an injured citizen, before you were out like a light.

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[IDENTITY] Y/N's P.O.V
Same [DAY]
Benevolent's [HOSPITAL]

Weather status: Bad [STORM]

You had been passed out for quite a while before you started to gain consciousness again. You looked around, realizing you were in a unfamiliar place, you settled on the idea it would be best to figure out where you were. You groaned and attempted to sit up, huge mistake. As you lifted yourself onto your elbow a splitting pain shot through your stomach. You yelped and dropped back onto the bed, feeling as if somebody had just shot you with a machine gun loaded with bullets that were doused in hot sauce and on fire. You heard whispers before the door to the room creaked open. A man dressed in a pink and light-gray uniform peeked his head in, he gave a comforting smile as he opened the door wider and walked beside you. "Where am I? Who are you? And why can't I see out of my left eye?!" You questioned the man, slowly beginning to panic. "Oh, do you not remember what happened, dear?" He asked, his smile faltering. "Dear? Who does this guy think he is?" You thought, trying to hold in a glare. "No, sir," you responded attempting to sound as polite as possible, despite your sour attitude towards him. "Last night, [OPERATIVE] Sorrowful_Day found you being attacked by a [NIGHTS] creature," he mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing his sentence, "According to him, he shot the monster and yelled for help, [OPERATIVE] Macabre_Day happened to be nearby and they brought you in quickly, sheltering your wounds from the rain. You are lucky to be alive, if Sorrowful had been there just a few minutes later, you wouldn't have survived as your injuries were almost fatal." You felt numb as the memories flooded back, the searing pain and the sound of flesh ripping, the blood was everywhere. "C-can I speak to them, s-sir?" You stuttered. "Of course! I'll bring them in and- Oh my! Where are my manners? I am [OPERATIVE] Benevolent_Day, but you can just call me Benevolent, and incase you didn't know you're in a hospital, but of course you know that, it's very obvious," he rambled for a while before realizing what was happening. "Oh goodness! I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, I will go get the others now, hehe, sorry again," he mumbled shyly, fiddling with his hat as he opened the door once more and began talking to somebody. "I never thought an [OPERATIVE] could be so kind," You thought, a confused expression making its way upon your face. Your thoughts were interrupted when two more [OPERATIVES] emerged into the room with Benevolent. "This is [OPERATIVE] Sorrowful," Benevolent said, pointing to a short man who wore a sad-looking mask along with a gray uniform. "And this is [OPERATIVE] Macabre," He continued, pointing to a taller man who wore a weird eyepatch and a black uniform, he gave you an uneasy feeling as a scowl-like frown held it's place across his lips. "Hello," you said, giving a small smile and waving at the two [OPERATIVES]. Macabre grunted while Sorrowful gave the same sort of weary smile you did and murmured a little, 'Hi.' "S-so.. how bad was it? Y'know.. my injuries?" You asked timidly, matching Sorrowful's shy attitude. Macabre snickered and grinned widely, his scowl disappearing immediately at the mention of your wounds. "W-what's so funny?" You asked, confused and a bit scared. "It was great, your organs were all tangled up and thrown everywhere, and your eyes were all red and lifeless, I almost couldn't contain my laughter," He smiled, dreamily looking at upwards as if reminiscing your pain in a spotlight from heaven. Benevolent noticed the terrified look on your face and elbowed Macabre in the side, wiping his smile clean off him. "What?" Macabre snapped at the man dressed in pink. "You're scaring her," Benevolent hissed through his teeth, an uncomfortable smile plastered on his face as he stole a glance at you. Macabre simply laughed and shrugged, "Shouldn't have asked." Sorrowful mumbled something and walked over to you as the other two began arguing. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, it must've been very sorrowful," he said softly, sitting down crisscross-applesauce on the floor next to you. "Oh my god, he's so adorable!" You thought, blushing as you stared at him, taking note of how short he was. He gave a confused look and waved his hand infront of your face, snapping you out of your trance. "O-oh sorry, I.. um.. zoned out," you mumbled, looking away to hide your blushing. "Oh, it's ok, I do that all the time, even though most of the thoughts that get me lost are quite sorrowful," he said, his smile fading to a frown near the end of his sentence. You were about to say something when you were interrupted by Benevolent. "Whatever Macabre, can you just step out of the room for a moment? [IDENTITY] Y/n needs her shot," he sighed, putting his hand over his face in annoyance. "Sure thing, Tinky Winky," Macabre laughed, knowing he had won their little argument. Benevolent looked like he was about to explode as Macabre walked out with a smug expression on his face. Sorrowful started getting up to leave, taking the hint Benevolent wanted him to go as well, but you stopped him before he could. "Wait, sorrowful," you said, grabbing his arm, causing his face to explode in a light shade of gray. "Y-Yeah?" He asked, looking at you shyly. "Thank you so much for saving me," you said, pulling him in for a hug, "And tell Macabre I said thanks to him too." At this point, he was at a loss for words because he was so flustered. "He's so shy," you thought, smiling as he hugged you back. "I-I will," he mumbled, letting you go and giving a surprisingly genuine smile. He walked out of the room as Benevolent looked at you shocked. "H-how did you do that?" He asked, his mouth agape in surprise. "Do what?" You asked, tilting your head. "Y-you make him give a genuine smile, that's the h-happiest I've seen him since we met," he said, amazed. "I guess I've just got some happiness in me to share," you shrugged, smiling, but immediately regretting it as your stomach felt like it was about to tear open again just by the movement from your shoulders. You yelped and held your middle, tears threatening to spill. "Oh! Are you ok?" He asked, rushing over to your side. You gave a little nod, even though you really didn't know if that was the truth. "Ok, good, well let's give you your shot and I'll be on my way," he said, smiling. He walked over to a nearby drawer and pulled a syringe out with a HUGE needle. You whimpered, just looking at it made you light headed. You saw him pour some purple liquid into the syringe as he put the cap back on it. He turned around and frowned noticing how nervous you were. "Oh, don't worry dear, it won't kill you, I think," He said, mumbling the last part. Before you even had the chance to reply, he shoved the needle into your wrist and began injecting the liquid  into your veins, giving them a more purple shade. Everything that wasn't already, became colorful and distorted as inanimate objects started shifting. The world around you was spinning as you began to loose consciousness. "What kind of drug is he injecting into me?!" You thought, looking around in shock. "Your body's having a good reaction so far dear, just stay quiet and keep breathing," Mumbled Benevolent, almost menacingly. He pulled the syringe out and put a bandage over the fresh, bleeding, mark. "You're lucky Macabre isn't here, he'd probably be licking the blood of your arm, you never know with that psychotic idiot," He hissed, probably still upset about the argument. You were going to say something, but passed out before you could even open your eyes.

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