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Whumptober 2022 Day 4 || Waking Up Disorientated
Saw somthing like this on my dash and decided it might be fun to try out !
I'll try to do as many days as I can, but I'm pretty busy :]
Gn Reader || cw Body horror || Not proofread || tw yandere ||
Everything around you felt...floaty. Yet oddly heavy.
Heavy but floaty. All at once.
Were you awake? Or was this just a vivid dream you found yourself trapped in?
Thinking this, the air around you seemed to cup your face gently, its' warm touch enveloping your senses completely.
How had you not noticed how cold you were until now? The blank white expanse so frigid and lifeless.
The warm feeling dragged you away from your thoughts, away from reality.
Before slipping away, just as quickly as it came. The absence of it leaving you empty and confused.
You couldn't let that feeling go.
It was cold. So cold. Unbearably cold.
Like you had been covered in ice, your skin frozen over. Your warm blood, drained away...
You needed to find that warmth.
Before something irreversible happened.
That warning rang in your head, a desperate call to protect you from something unknown.
Grasping the ground, you tried lifting yourself up onto your feet, the panic gnawing at your insides, threatening to burst out of your skin.
Yet, you felt to heavy, so weak, like trying to swim through a pool made out of honey. Your limbs screaming out in defiance, your body, a traitor.
Struggling, you have no choice but to leave it behind. Slipping from your skin, shedding that useless shell, you feel the weight, that chilling pressure, disappear.
Its' strange, and you don't know exactly what happened just now, but maybe ...thats for the best.
Curiosity killed the cat, you know.
Completing your task, you frantically looked out into the distance, trying to find that sliver of warmth.
Through the fog that is your mind, you see the shadow, the warmth.
You sprint toward it, your form free from "human imperfections", no lungs suffocating you and forcing you to stop for a breath, no muscle to drag you down and tire you out.
You pay no heed to your surroundings, your focus entirely on the black shadow, the warmth, your only hope.
The white turning to grey and then to black.
The freezing temperature slowly heating up, and then becoming scalding hot.
It didn't matter.
You were close. Oh so close to the shadow.
You had almost touched it.
With a desperate cry, you felt your new form collide with your body, merging once again. Something dragging you back.
There was nothing you could do but unwillingly sink back to reality.
--
"Are you awake now?" A sweet voice flooded your ears.
The world felt heavy once again, but at least everything was a bit less foggy.
You looked up, meeting the eyes of your captor. You couldn't remember much, but you knew it was their fault.
Everyhting was so blurry, yet the hatred and anger you felt was engraved in your heart. Engraved in your soul.
"..Please.. don't look at me like that, love." Their guiltless whisper sounded in the hospital-looking room you found yourself in.
Your mouth spoke on its' own, ceramic lips delicately opening.
"I know what you did."
Their reaction was immediate. They gripped the bed sheets, their smooth un-calloused hands still a bit messy with clay.
"I.. I only did what I h-had to, I promise!" They cried out.
It sounded like they were trying to convince themself, not just you.
It was sickening.
That voice, those eyes, that look of desperation and sadness.
Why? Why?!
That look made your gut fester with never ending disgust.
Fueled by confusion and anger, you lunge at them, aiming for their open neck. Something, just anything, to make this disgusting feeling fade.
And yet they easily pinned your hands above you, cautious and gentle.
"Please.. p-please be careful.. I just finished making your new body..." Their expression turned frantic and uneasy, the emotions in your glassy eyes sending a clear message to them.
Watching them pulling a concoction from their lab coat, you struggled in their grip. Every joint in your body working to rid yourself of their slimy grip.
The panic and unease of what they would do to you next-
The tussle only lasts a few moments.
They cut off your little game, gripping your chin with surprising strength, forcing the odd mixture down your throat.
Your mind is bleary, as you fall into semi-lucidity,
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