Nightmares ~[Grimm X Reader]~

~ Chapter 5: Secret Audience ~

          Everyone in Dirtmouth was now weary as if they were all walking on eggshells with this new group of tents looming by them. You felt no different, just a bit agitated though that was a usual occurrence from time to time. You were pacing from one end of town to the next, stopping when you would see the tents to turn around and walk the other way.

          “Y/n don’t pace, you’ll stress yourself out more.” Elderbug kept informing you only to be ignored. It wasn’t because of anything he did, but because of Divine’s words of you and some other person. What did she mean by ‘Time will only tell if your scent changes’? Was she just preaching nonsense to scare you out of the tent or was there a method behind her madness? It made your body run cold as you felt close to a breakdown… What was this scent, what was this madness? Who were those people to just take refuge in your hometown, with no given reason? Part of you wanted to storm in and talk to the Master, Grimm, himself and give him a piece of your mind but the larger part of you instantly went against it out of fear.

          Soon you stopped pacing and sat in your usual spot with an audible sigh. Pulling your knees up to your chest as you began making sure all your items were in place. Grimmkin flying above the town when they pleased, which made you uneasy and nervous about your belongings. Most of them were memorial items of your family and life before the infection. Like a necklace, your father gave your mother when asking for her hand in marriage, and the bow your mother would put on Pira. Even some drawings that Klo and Ryin had made and you were able to save… You would lose your sense of manners if anyone took these items. 

         “Child, perhaps you should just relax. Play some tunes… Get your mind off those feelings." Elderbug then told you. You didn't answer back but got back up after a bit of thinking. Taking out your violin and walking to your usual spot. Elderbug giving you a kind smile.

          Taking a deep breath you placed the bow on the strings once again. It took a while to register your feelings, and when you did. It was confusing. Strange accidentals and weird rhythms, you expressed confusion mixed with your constant sadness. Your head a horrible jumble as hope tried to find an answer. You always played your feelings, and each ending you played was how you thought it would work out. What do you do when you don't know how things would end? Would it even be a song? Would your life only get worse? All of this ran in your head as you played before you felt something you had not noticed prior. You opened your eyes now continue to still play as you looked around. That was when you saw a pair of eyes from far off. 

          Red glowing eyes, as the owner of them, leaned against the side of the Troupe's tent. It was Grimm himself watching you play, his cloak brought a little closer to his body as if he was either cold or trying to seem like he wasn't there. Though you both locked eyes once you saw him and quickly looked away. Your face heating up in embarrassment that he was listening to your sporadic melody. You didn't know how else to feel, how were you supposed to feel? When everything only got worse and worse, when would it finally end? When would things even get better if possible? 

          You glanced back to Grimm, not sure what you even looked like but your expression and music made him tilt his head in confusion. Could they read your expression and how your music sounded? How open of a book were you to someone with a trained ear? It all boiled over until you briefly ended the song. Sudden and yet still positive… You lowered your violin and felt so tired as if it took all your energy out. You looked up to see Grimm had left to head back inside, and you weren’t exactly sure how to feel at this moment.

I felt bad for not giving you guys the other chapter last night like I promised, so here. Have two. Have a nice night guys, happy Friday.

-S_I_R