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the snake king. part one

season one, episode six, part one.

WARNING: there is mention of self-harm in this chapter. if you feel sensitive to this topic, please skip over it.

AFTER dinner, you went straight off to bed. Of course, you said goodnight to everyone before leaving, giving all six boys a hug, and obviously, one to Nya. As you hugged her, you felt something cold on her wrist, like a bracelet or something. You backed out of the hug, looking at her arm and seeing the same red and gold bracelet that was worn by the samurai. You were in slight shock but hid it well, and the more you thought about it, the more obvious it was that it was Nya.

"Everything okay?" she asked quietly, not knowing that you were aware of her secret. "I'm just fine," you smiled, before yawning. "Now, as I said, I'm gonna go get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" you waved, before walking into your bedroom. You closed the door, changing into your usual, comfy sleepwear.

And for a few moments, everything felt perfect. The boys no longer held a grudge against Leo, you had stopped having visions, you and Nya were close, Lloyd was a surprisingly good guy and you were getting stronger every day. You lay down on your bed, staring up at the empty ceiling. Maybe things were looking up. That's when you closed your eyes and felt yourself being softly swept into the cold arms of sleep.

Darkness.

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YOUR H/C eyes fluttered open, revealing you to be once again in the toxic bogs. You shrugged to yourself, thinking it to be all just a dream. The ghastly smell still poisoned your nose, causing you to hold it in disgust. It was surprisingly way worse than you remembered in your head. All was silent. The nauseating green swamp liquid no longer bubbled, and the birds no longer chirped from the trees above you.

That's when the whispers began. Rushing through the air and straight into your delicate ears. Taunting you. Begging you to come closer.

"Y/N..." the mysterious voice trailed off eerily. "Y/N, my sweet little girl." the now familiar voice sang in a sickeningly sweet way that made you want to gag. It was him. The pathetic man that you called your true father. "Come here, darling." he dragged on. Your eyes searched all areas around you, unable to find the source of the voice. And then you spotted the flower. The same N/C flower that called out to you, if it were even possible. The magical orbs were much brighter and more enticing. You stayed in your place, not wanting to move. "Leave me alone. You sick, twisted man." you spat angrily, backing away from the small blossom.

"Aw, is that any way to talk to your father?" the voice growled mockingly.

This felt real.

Too real.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself being dragged towards the flower as if something had taken over your body and forced you. "I can not leave you alone. You can't get rid of me, even if you wanted to," the man teased, you could almost hear the sadistic grin on his face. "I am your roots, your past and your future. I am everywhere. I'm in your ears, your memories, your mind." he continued.

You clenched your fists in anger, feeling your nails dig into your skin, tearing through the surface of your palm. You didn't feel the physical pain, only the mental part of it. His words were tearing at you, breaking you down, shattering your mind. You felt the warm blood trickling down your hands, dripping slowly onto the emerald grass - but you didn't care.

"Please, stop," you begged, salty tears beginning to fall down your face. The voice continued to mock you, "You will do exactly as I command you to, and if not, then I can just take control of you anyway." he laughed savagely, and you knew that it was true. This entity is stronger than you. He is stronger than you.