Eyeless Sockets [Creepypasta x Blind!Reader]

Chapter Twelve

My head hurts so much. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts-

But the warmth is comforting. I've grown to enjoy sitting somewhere while hugging or getting hugged by Sebastian. He was warm, and silent.

At the moment we were sitting on the floor in front of his bed, with me sitting on his lap with a controller in my hands, while he was holding one of his own.

Both of us were bored beyond death. If you'd look into our eyes you could see the lack of emotion.

I also learned that I didn't need to force emotions to show on my face when I was near the mentally cold boy. He was a little similar to me.

And to be fully honest about whatever game we were playing, I forgot. Everything I was focusing on was the way my head was feeling as if it was stabbed multiple times.

The only thing my head lacked was a hole right above my right eye while I was bleeding every drop of blood out. God, it hurts so much.

I wanted to sleep.

"Hey Seb, can we just sleep? I'm tired."

He murmured a small yes and got up to turn off the gaming console after gently putting me on the floor.

While he was doing that I climbed onto the bed and hugged whatever was close to me as tightly as possible, as if that'd relieve the pain.

It really didn't do jack diddly shit. I wanted to scream, to voice out every thought. I wanted to yell about how much it hurt, yet I kept the words inside of my head, knowing it'd make it worse.

Sebastian came onto the bed and hugged me gently, softly stroking my hair in an attempt to calm the pain down.

He could read my actions so damn well, it was horrifying. But I was thankful that he seemed to care.

I buried my head into his chest, pressing my head against him to try to fight the pain.

Trying to sleep almost never works for me when it comes to headaches. I'm not even sure why I get them so often.

Could having a missing eye be the cause of it? Probably not.

Also, it's been about 3 days and the spaghetti noodles haven't been searching for me. Guess I don't matter to them, although it makes sense since I was only a maid to them.

I tried to get rid of all the thoughts forming and tried to sleep.

Sebastian was already breathing softly behind the material of his clothing, with his dark eyes now closed. His dark hair was covering his horns slightly, and after I noticed that I began thinking again.

Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep with horns on the sides of your head?

While I was thinking about that, my vision became black and I was greeted by the world of dreams.

[Oof, have a time skip that shall be slapped in your face by a bonsai named Bob.]

"/N]...OI YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

I remember this fucking voice. The same rusty and shitty sound, yet Musical in a wa-

"Nani the fu-" I sneezed.