Y/N: Your Name
E/C: Eye Color
H/C: Hair Color
H/L: Hair Length
F/C: Fave Color
F/G: Fave Gemstone
B/N: Bestie's Name
TW (THERE IS A FUCK TON OF THESE): THIS ONESHOT INCLUDES;
-IMPLICATIONS/ELEMENTS OF; TRAUMA (Y/N has gone, and goes, through, some stuff within the fic as per B/N's death, them getting kidnapped, and their relationship with Six, and also witnessing a death of someone else close.), GUILT, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, MILD(?) PARANOIA
-ELEMENTS OF; MANIPULATION, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, @BU$3 (Y/N gets shocked via a shock collar and their hair pulled, THAT IS AS FAR AS IT GOES!)
-MENTIONS OF DEATH, BODY HORROR, BLOOD, MENTIONS OF A FUNERAL, UNREALITY, AND GUNS/GUN MENTION.
DISCLAIMER, THE RELATIONSHIP SHOWN IS UNHEALTHY, DUE TO MANIPULATION, @BU$3, AND STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Thank you to THISISCHIP for the idea/requesting! Enjoy!
Third Person POV:
The moment Y/N woke up, they were in a white void. It seemed endless. The sky seemed to be made of static. The grey fuzziness above Y/N made them look around, their E/C eyes darted around, as they felt the chills creep upon their skin. Y/N made a swift attempt to get up, but something held them back. A set of arms wrapped around them. Y/N jolted at this, unsure of who it was. They were still a bit hazy after being knocked out. Suddenly, the memory came back to them, Y/N wasn't dreaming. They were kidnapped. They glanced over their left shoulder, seeing the full face of the man that had kidnapped them. His face was as pale as the rest of his skin, his hair was jet black and slicked back, his coal black eyes looked at Y/N, the gaze was loving, but it struck anxiety within Y/N's soul. Y/N looked at the man, their soul was frozen in fear.
"Good morning, Y/N!~" The man chirped brightly, his grin warm, but to Y/N, it felt ill-intended. Y/N was struggling to get out of Six's arms, thrashing around. "Let go of me, you creep!" Y/N yelled. A familiar face was there. It was B/N! But, something was off, their eyes were droopy as they seemed larger than life, they had no mouth, and their fingers were replaced with ebony black claws that could cut steel and titanium. Remembering what happened, Y/N teared up. "Greetings, Y/N." The figure said, tilting its head. It had razor sharp fangs that could bite into metal, as their eyes were pitch black like the void of space, staring into Y/N's soul. Y/N teared up, the salty liquid stuck into their eyes. Foggy and misty memories of them and B/N muddled and moved into their head. Their closest friend, almost their only friend, was shown as a monster infront of them. Y/N couldn't help but remember small bits of what happened. The opera music, the screaming, the pool of blood. Theu couldn't help but feel guilt as the body of B/N that laid lifeless flashed into their mind.
"No... No no no no. B-B/N! I'm sorry. It's my fault I couldn't save you. I should have been up earlier... I should have at least died next to you." Y/N sobbed gently, their tears falling upon the ivory flooring. Six felt sorrow grow within his heart at the sight of his dearest Y/N crying. He held Y/N close, playing with a lock of their H/L, H/C hair. Y/N gently smacked his hand, their expression was frightened, sorrowful, and angered. They seethed silently, sniveling and sobbing. Six furrowed his eyebrows a bit. He looked at the alternate that took the shape of B/N, signaling them to shapeshift into someone else. Y/N witnessed as the figure taking B/N's shape twisted and distorted itself. The echoes of bones cracking and flesh malting and morphing made Y/N's skin crawl. The unnatural being turned into a teenage boy with chocolate brown hair, wearing a warm grey hoodie and black pants. Its eyes were a russet brown, as it glared at Y/N. Y/N had heard about them on the news.
Y/N's POV:
I witnessed the monster that took the form of my closest friend turn into a boy. But not any boy. It was Mark Heathcliff, who died of an alternate attack. This reminded me of B/N more, the fact that they were killed by an alternate hit me. Was I next? The alternate looked at me, same wide grin. Its face soon was covered in shadows as its eyes alongated. The inhumane man bolted towards me. I wanted to scream, to run, to do anything, but I was frozen still, my joints locked, my mouth wouldn't move. I heard it snarl, it almost sounded like static. I hated that. It reminded me of him. I closed my eyes, praying that I'd be left safe, or even dead. I didn't care at that point. And then... Silence. It was deafeningly quiet. I looked up, and Six stood in front of me, the alternate glared. "You cannot escape the past, Y/N. You know what happened. You were too late. You betrayed B/N." it growled. Six growled, staring directly into its eyes.
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