𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 // 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪. 𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴

When You Have A Nightmare

Heyy Heyy! So this was requested by phoenix3663 and Lexacoolfox

🚨WARNING🚨: Death, blood, somewhat gory scene, is vomit a warning? And, there's probably some typos(like always😅)

I hope it turned out okay! Happy reading! Muah! (✿◕3◕)~❤

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'Where...where the hell am I?'

Blinking rapidly so your eyes could get properly adjusted to the new lighting, you hesitantly sat up.

Looking around revealed that you were laying on the old, wooden floor, which made the small, new found ache in your back more understandable.

The room you sat in felt familiar. The faded, (favorite color) wallpaper was peeling in multiple places. Tiny holes and loose wooden panels were scattered over the floor of the room like a poorly executed minefield.

After taking in the familiar surroundings, you came to the conclusion that this was your room to your parents' old house.

'What am I doing back here?'

You worke,and live, at the Hassaikai base. Your parents have a much better house now, thanks to the amount of money you sent them. You had no reason to be back here.

It didn't make any sense to you.

You pushed yourself up from the scratchy wooden floor, paying no mind to the few small splinters that impaled your fingers.

On your shaking legs, you went towards the door of your old bedroom. The hallways of the old, rotting house brought back fond memories, oddly enough. Memories of little eight year old you running through the halls, avoiding all of the "mines" that were splayed throughout the house. Which, in reality, we're just holes in the floor you had to avoid.

Your parents would watch in amusement as you come up with many plans to defeat the notorious "spider demon" that never seemed to go away. In reality, it was just a big jumping spider that always found a way to surprise you at any given moment. It scared you on multiple occasions, resulting in you screaming for your parents. Whenever your parents arrived, the spider would disappear to one of the various nooks and crannies of the house. On account that this happened quite often, your child self just decided to make a game of it.

A lot of good memories we melded inside the walls of this house, memories that you'd carry with you till your last breath.

But still...why we're you there now?

You cut your walk down memory lane short as you found yourself at the old, rotting flight of stairs that separated the top and bottom of the house.

A thick coat of dread draped over you as you peered down the stairs.

You know that feeling when you just know something isn't right? You can't put your finger on it, or pinpoint exactly what it is, but you just know? That's the feeling that's taking over at the moment.

The eerie creaking sounds from the old steps seemed to add to the unease weighing on you as you descended down the stairs.

Carefully stepping onto the wooden panels of the bottom floor, you furrowed your eyebrows. Your nose scrunched up, the intense aroma of iron flooding your nostrils.