-REWRITE- It's not Real!...Or is it ?(YANDERE COUNTRYHUMANS X READER)

CHAPTER 1 : The beginning

•REWRITE OF MY STORY

• (Y/N) = Your Name
• (B/F/N)= Best Friend Name

(Y/N) POV:

Such a weird concept it is to «miss dreaming», but to you it made sense. It's been one full year now since you had any weird unexplainable silly scenarios happening in your nightly subconscious, and it made your nights feel oddly empty. You missed dreaming. You missed that strange feeling of trying to remember a dream that had just happened and that had made you happy. Yes, even that frustrating feeling of not being able to remember made you feel less empty than having no dreams at all.

Well, to clarify, your dreams weren't simply inexistent, you weren't just seeing all black for hours. No, you had dreams -Maybe it's a better wording to call them visions- but they weren't normal. They were just like a broken radio. The images were unstable and blurry, same with the sounds, like if you had stuck your head into a malfunctioning TV from the 60's. No idea why that example in particular stuck to you.

It didn't change the fact that you could swear something was happening in those dreams, even if you weren't very able to see it. I know it'd be absurd, because you're supposed to be the center of any dream you could have. Yet when you slept, you could hear some bribes of conversation, faintly see landscapes that weren't familiar to you, and overall feel like you were in spectator mode to a world that wasn't yours.

But you couldn't focus on those details, because they were still dreams, and trying to focus on those was like trying to fight against the effects of the strongest sleeping pills in existence. Speaking of which, you turned in your bed, feeling the comfort of the sheets around you and the relaxing feeling of having your heavy eyelids closed. In those moments, it was like nothing could ever disturb you...

-BEEP- -BEEP- -BEEP-

Spoken too soon. You woke up, very «peacefully», out of your slumber and your arm immediately smashes your alarm clock like it does every morning. You groan and rub your eyes as you glanced at your white ceiling.

You almost drove off to sleep again due to the boredom of the colour but still somehow found the strength to move and put your feet on the ground after a few seconds.

You finally stand up and, while making your way downstairs, you used this time to properly stretch and yawn before facing any social contact. You never knew when exactly your parents woke up.

Moreover, you have more important things to think of, like not spilling all your breakfast on the ground because of your clumsy, tired movements or just checking the time before you leave to go to college.

You had the chance to be close enough to just walk to the bus stop, but somehow you were often late. You always find an excuse in the back of your mind, like how you didn't get much sleep.

However, your best friend never wasted any time to point out how you always fell asleep late because of you staying on your phone, trying to find any more content on your favourite fandom. A fandom you two shared.

While eating a quick bowl of cereals, you see your mother coming. So, you greet her with a smile which she returned with a little ruffle of your hair as she passed. She'll always do those childish gestures to you, no matter your age, you guessed. While finishing your meal, you think a little about how lucky you are to have her and your father.

Fortunately you knew your luck and tried not to ever take them for granted. You know how many people, your best friend included, wished they had parents close and loving to them.

Even though you felt sad for the people that didn't have that, it didn't stop you from laughing with your best friend about the over dramatised families of the protagonist from so many stories you enjoyed, like fanfictions. Some were just... too much.