best friends (splendorman X Reader)

masked

You awoke to warmth on your cheek and though your mind was foggy you could hear a familiar voice "(y/n)? Are you alright?...well obviously not...but you're not dieing right?" The warmth was a hand gently placed on your cheek and the voice was... "Oswald?" You mumbled, squinting at the blurred silhouette above you "I'm...okay.." You would add after a pause, turning your head to rest your cheek against his hand more, your head hurt...your entire body hurt, yet you were happy, your lips curling into a small smile "I'm glad you're alright...i thought for sure you'd be doing much worse, like you wouldn't be able to breath or think or something" he rambled a bit and you groaned, weakly grabbing onto his arm "shhhhh" you whispered, as much as you were happy to hear his voice the sound was like sending your brain through a meat grinder "I need to sleep a bit longer" you grumbled, closing your eyes again

By the time you woke up Oswald was still sitting by the bedside and you were still clung loosely to his arm,  now that you could see and process your surroundings you could tell you were in an unfamiliar bedroom, there we're many flower pots and such around and the bed sheets were warm and soft, Oswald wasn't as you had expected, he wore a wrinkled white dress shirt, black gloves, black and rainbow polkadotted dress pants, and a sack over his head, his usual polkadotted jacket was draped over the back of the chair he sat in and the sack had a lopsided smiley face drawn on it, seemingly in marker, he was also quite a bit more muscular than he looked with the jacket on, with the mask you wouldn't have been able to tell that he was sleeping if it had not been for his slouched posture and quiet snoring

Your head still hurt but your torso hurt more, you sat up and lifted your shirt to take a look at the dark bruises that wrapped around your body "what happened?" You grumbled, not actually expecting an answer, Oswald snorted awake, sitting up sharply "huh wha?" You would yank your shirt back down "nothing, just talking to myself" you answered, looking at the tall male curiously "what's the bag for?" You questioned "what? Oh um the mask...it's nothing just people don't usually like to see my face is all" he answered, you nodded at that, not wanting to prod but you still wondered what that ment, was he self-conscious? Horribly deformed?....maybe not even human? He was quite large after all, massive in fact, the palm of his hand was as big, if not bigger than your face, speaking of his hand you then realized that you were still holding onto it and let go, giving an awkward laugh. "Um did you by any chance see what attacked me?" You asked "animal" he answered simply "it was just a wild animal" he added as if he hadn't already been clear "what sort of animal?" You asked "ummm Snake, really big snake...with legs" he said, shifting awkwardly as you gave him a strange look "a snake...with legs?...alright then" you grumbled, obviously not believing that but understanding he probably wouldn't give a better answer "and where exactly am I?" You asked finally "in my house, in my room" he answered, stretching a bit, every time he moved you heard the soft jingling you had now become familiar with, though you couldn't spot the source of the noise it made you smile "are you hungry?" Oswald questioned, seemingly noticing you staring at him, you blinked and looked away from the tall male for a moment "yes...a little bit" you said, he would stand with a hum "what do you eat?" He asked "um...food?" You answered, raising a brow at him "right, of course...food" he left the room seeming quite flustered, he was certainly odd, you wouldn't deny that, and though you wanted to get up and look around the large well-decorated room your body was still too sore for that to be reasonable