•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

Swiss x Reader x Dew - high jacked

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh I need to watch less horror YouTube. But uhhhhhhhhh, it's late at night/ early morning and you and Dew are watching TV and weird spooky shit ensues.
TW: Blood, Broken glass
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You sit on the couch in the living room, a tall glass of iced tea in your hand, as Dew sits on the recliner, watching the news. You got up because you couldn't sleep, and Dew had been up for god knows how long.

The only sound in the room is the TV and the only light is coming from the screen. You can barely make out the faces of the news anchors on the screen.

"We interrupt this program for an important announcement from the president," one of the news anchors says.

The screen flashes white and the newscast cuts to a video. Both you and Dew wince at the sudden brightness.

"The president has just declared martial law. We are in a state of emergency and we are under attack by a foreign force. We do not yet know who is responsible for this attack, but we are working on it," the news anchor says, "Our military has been deployed to the border and we are asking all citizens to remain calm. The government will do everything in its power to ensure the safety of all its citizens. This goes for all areas of the country. Repeat: this goes for all areas of the country."

"What the hell is going on?" Dew says, almost afraid of the answer.
You shrug. "I'm sure we'll find out."

The video cuts off and the newscast returns. " And now-"

The news caster cuts off and a very loud error screen pops up with an accompanying high pitched wail.

"What the hell was that?" Dew hisses.
The TV cuts to static and just a colored box with black scribbles inside. You and Dew keep watching the TV, tensions high.

A split second later the TV lets put another high pitched screech as the screen flashes a blood red with thick black and white words flash onto the screen.

You scream, dropping your iced tea and the glass shatters, several pieces of the glass getting stuck in your palm, tea seeping into the wounds, making them sting.

Dew backs away from the TV, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice high pitched and shaky. You continue to sob, clutching your wrist to keep your hand from shaking so much.

Dew looks over at you and notices your injured. "What the hell happened?" He asks.
"T-th-the g-glass-" you say, trying not to choke on your own spit. "-b-broke-"

"Your hand?" he asks.
You nod rapidly.
"Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man."

Dew runs over to the kitchen and gets a roll of bandages. You hear some more footsteps rush into the room and the lights flicker on.

"Y/N! Y/n what happened!" Swiss rushes over to you and starts picking the glass out of your hand.
Dew comes back with paper towels and bandages.

Your still sobbing. You can't stop.
"It's okay, honey. It's okay." Dew comforts you. "You'll be fine. Just try to calm down," He starts dabbing up blood with the paper towels.

Some more ghouls start to file downstairs, a mix of scared, concerned, tired, and mildly irritated.

"What the hell was that?" Mountian mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You try to talk but you can't, you end up inhaling your own spit and start coughing. Swiss gives you several firm pats on the back to help you get over your coughing fit.

Dew explains what happened while he works on bandaging your hand. You try to answer his questions but you can't stop crying. You're scared, confused, and in a lot of pain.

Swiss does his best to try and soothe you along with Dew.

After a bit, you feel a tiny bit better and Swiss picks you up and sits you in his lap on the couch and Rain helps Dew clean up with blood and glass.

Swiss rubs your back and turns the TV back on.
The news is on again, but the News anchor is different this time.

"We deeply apologize for the previous broadcast," he says. "We had a high jacking at the station, and we deeply apologize for any distress it may have caused, we are still looking into it, so stay tuned for more information."

"Dumb shits."
You all agree on that.

"You guys should head to bed. You need rest. We'll take care of the rest of these guys in the morning," Swiss says. Swiss rubs your sides.

Dew and Rain finish cleaning up and Swiss stays on the couch with you.
You sigh deeply.

"Hey, you ok?" Swiss asks, rubbing your back.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine," you say, still shaken up.
"Your hand is a little tender," he says.
You wince. "Y-yeah..."

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you wanna sleep in my room? Do you want some hot tea? Weed? Anything?"

You shake your head. "No. No, I don't want anything."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."

"Alright. Get some rest, eh?" He says. "You gonna be ok on your own, or you wanna sleep with me?" He asks.

"I... I wanna sleep with you..." you say, still shaken.
"Ok, that's ok, c'mon, let's get you up to my room and all settled down," he says, helping you up from the couch.

You follow Swiss up the stairs to his room.
"Thanks," you say.
"You're welcome," he says. "Anything to help," He adds on.

"You're a good person."
"I try," he says, smiling.
You get undressed and climb into Swiss's big, comfortable bed.

"Night," you yawn. He lays down next to you on his back and you rest your head on his chest.
He wraps an arm around you.

"Night," he says, his voice still sleepy.
"Night."
You fall fast asleep.

You wake up in the morning to a familiar face smiling down at you.
"Good morning, beautiful." Swiss purrs, kissing your forehead.

You blush and pull the covers up over your head.
"Mmm, you look a little worse for wear," he says.
You push the covers off and blush. "I did not sleep well." You say.

"Yeah, I could Tell, you were pretty fidgety," he says, smiling.
You blush, he does not notice.
"How's your hand?" he asks.

You show him your hand. "It hurts."
"Yeah, I bet." He says. "It was pretty bad," he continues, "It was lucky that Dew or someone was around to help."

You nod and try to change the subject. "Where's Dew and Rain?" You ask.

"Dew's probably still sleeping and Rain's probably either in the kitchen or the living room," he says.

You sigh and roll over to face the wall. You're feeling a little self-conscious.

"Do you want me to go get them?" He asks.
"N-no it's ok," you say.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks.

You sigh. "I'm just tired. It was a long night. I just wanna sleep." You say.
Swiss nods and rubs your back. "Yeah, you had a rough nigh, I get it," he says.

You sigh and turn over. You can hear him getting up from the bed and getting dressed. You can tell he's walking to the door.

"I'll tell them you said hi." He says before leaving the room.
You roll over and fall back asleep.