Worm on a string x reader

Chapter 2

Y/N slowly blinks sleep from their eyes, before bolting up, remembering what happened to them. They see themself again in the tiny cottage, a soft purple blanket laying over them. They touch the back of their head, which they fell on, realizing they had a bandage and a sort of ointment on it. Taking their hand back, they see that the ointment has a pigment almost similar to a yellow green, but nearly indescribable. Y/N's eyes softened, glad someone had found them and taken them back. They look around the small-scale cottage, admiring the fine handmade wooden furniture and the tiny kitchen with the herbs drying by the window, or even the book that laid on a chair by the couch on which Y/N had slept. The house was beautiful, imperfect but perfect in its own way. Y/N was jerked out of their train of thought by the sound of a door opening, to which she spun around to the sound of.

"Hello, I see you're awake." A calm voice calls to you. A cloaked figure stands there, their face not visible and their cloak covering the rest of their body. Behind them, a bow and arrow is slung fashionably across their shoulder, and Y/N sees a dead creature of some sort behind them. 

"Hello, who are you? I'm terribly sorry for barging in and making you take care of me, I do hope we can become good friends. I'm afraid I have no memory of where in which I have come, so I wish to humbly request that I could stay here for a bit as long as that's okay with you." Y/N says, bowing at the figure. They hear a chuckle, the shuffling of fabric, and the falling of a hood. They look up to see...

What can only be described as beautiful to Y/N.

Absolutely ethereal is the sight before them, charming blue fur and those dead, soulless black pupils that shone from their plastic encasing. How this handsome creature came to be before them, they don't know, but they stand enchanted by the sight.

"If you're done staring, I do believe a proper introduction is in order. I am Trilosophus the worm, and this is my humble abode. I am fine with you staying with me, company would be pleasant. What is your name, my dear?" Trilosophus bows to you, their wiggly worm nose wobbling.

"I am Y/N, pleasure to make your acquaintance." Y/N says, smiling at the long, wiggly creature that stands before them. For the sake of the story, let's imagine this worm has feet and arms. Trilosophus sets down their cloak and items they carried, coming over to Y/N.

"Could I check your wounds? I wish to make sure everything is healing up nicely." They say, their beautiful black eyes piercing your E/C ones, gazing into your soul. 

As the day progressed, Y/N learned quite a bit about this worm. They were mysterious and handsome, and their eloquent manner of speaking could make anybody swoon. Pondering how they were so blessed, they sat on the couch whilst Trilosophus sat in a chair, reading scripture. Trilosophus' wormy eyes were framed with lovely, round glasses, magnifying their eyes ever so slightly. It was still mid afternoon, with much of the day left. As Y/N was staring at Trilosophus, they noticed their gaze going up to them.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"Hm? Nothing, dear Trilo."

"Trilo, huh?" The blue furred worm's eyes shone with happiness at the nickname, but those soulless pupils were as they always were, pits of black to be filled with nothing forevermore. A beautiful eye, ones in which they could stare at forever. 

"Yes, Trilo. Your name is quite long, so I decided to give you a nickname. If you don't like it, I can take it back of couse." Trilo shook their head.

"No, I'm fine with it Y/N. Honestly, I find it charming you thought me worthy of a nickname. Thank you." The worm looked back at their book, shutting it and standing up.

Well, my dearest Y/N, I should show you around the forest, for you shall be staying here a while. Trilo adjusts their clothes, making sure they look spiffy-- no, elegant. They extend a hand to you, which you take, and you two go out the door into the woods.