𝘴𝘶·𝘱𝘦𝘳·𝘯𝘢𝘵·𝘶·𝘳𝘢𝘭 [ shadow the hedgehog x reader ]

5 || Ghost Busters

𝕴𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊, 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑?

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An ear-piercing shriek rang throughout the trees, deafening even the sound of my own heartbeat. I ran blindly through the darkness, so high off the adrenaline, I no longer felt the pain oozing from the cuts across my back. I was soaked to the bone, covered in mud and twigs, and rapidly slowing down. Yet I pressed on, in fear of the monster getting me. I don't know I long I'd been running for, but eventually, the shrieks quieted and my legs finally caved in. I collapsed on the soft, moist earth, crying out in exhaustion, hoping someone, anyone would hear me. And something did hear me, but it did not bring help. Helplessly I watched the monster run towards me as my vision blurred, it shrieked again as it raised itself over me. I let out one last meek cry for help before---

RIIIIIING. RIIIIIING. RIIIIING.

I shot up screamed, cursing profusely as sweat poured down my back. I looked around in a panic, my vision spinning. I rolled over, falling off the bed onto my fuzzy carpet Groaning, I tried to set myself up, focusing on steadying my breaths. It was just a dream--it was just a dream, I kept repeating.

"It was just a dream," I managed to sigh, resting my head on my bed. I sat there in silence, slowly relaxing. Wiping my forehead I stood, and suddenly a searing pain ran down my back. I cried out in agony, barely managing to catch myself on a nightstand before I hit the floor again. Heaving myself over to my dresser I lifted my nightshirt and turned my back to the mirror, peeking my head over. A long, deep gash ran down my back; blood and black ooze spilling from it. I screamed again, panic taking over me. It was at this moment Silver finally burst in through the wall.

"What's the matter?!" he exclaimed, voice cracking. I looked at him, then at myself in the mirror, the wound no longer there. I ran my fingers through my hair, pressing into my scalp.

"I-i'm fine, I'm f-fine," I said, more to myself than as a reply. Silver floated over, placing his hands on my shoulder with a worried look on his face.

"You are not fine, you were just screaming a second ago," he frowned. "What happened?!" My lip trembled as I choked back tears. I would not cry in front of him again...

"It was just...a bad dream," I said, inhaling sharply. Silver wrapped his arms around me, his coldness feeling nice against my heated body. I relaxed, closing my eyes as I soaked in his comfort.

"Sorry," he said, pulling away awkwardly. "I-i-i figured--"

"It's okay, Silv," I chuckled. "Thank you." Silver nodded, smiling shyly. We stood in silence for a moment, both fidgeting until I finally spoke up again. "I better get ready for the day, still lots of unpacking to do," I smiled sheepishly. Silver nodded, rubbing his arm; he looked as if he wanted to say something more, but could not find the words.

"May I, watch some TV downstairs?" he finally asked softly, looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. I cooed, nodding.

"Yes, you may,"

Silver hastily flew through the floor and before long I heard the distance murmur of Spongebob being played from the living room. Still shaken up, I took a quick shower, washing the sweat and bad dreams away with fruity smelling shampoo. Dawning a fresh pair of clothes I finally felt at ease and began to unpack and clean a bit more. I took care of the other rooms upstairs excluding mine, noting things I needed to get eventually after I had the funds for it. Finally, it was time for something I was dreading to do since the start, go through the attic.