Inanimate Objects x Reader

Projector x Reader

It actually talks now .

Many people always ask why you loved the dark so much. Was it because of the mysteries? The unknown, perhaps.  Or maybe you just liked the dark because your that type of person that reads fanfiction and original stories on the internet under your blanket while trying to silence that inner fangirl of yours because everyone else in the house is asleep. Or you might be that creepy introvert that would hide in the dark to get away from people.Most probably the kind of person who browses weird dank memes so no one can see them, they won't get judged for all the creepy memes they like. It's either that or your just a stalker that would write personal information so you can find out how to kill them later. 

Whatever the reason, it does not matter. Because whatever that was written here was fanfiction about real life written by your friends to explain that obsession of darkness you have. That friend that helped you during the math group project thinks you're likely an emo. But who knows . Maybe they're right.

The real reason is light. You can see light better. You see all your precious memories through light. Not really through light, but through the white screen. Glorious light given to you by your friend. The Projector. Or as you like to him Perry. 

Everyday you would go to a dark room and talk to Perry. Tell him all your experiences through a USB. And he would show you wondrous things.

But sometimes, you would get interrupted with  you private moment. Just like now. Because loud screaming and banging on the door were present. And a couple zombie moans here and there.

"(Y/N)!!! Open the door!! There is a zombie apocalypse. HELP PLEEAASE!!" Your friend screamed louder. "(Y/N)?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE???!"You suddenly got irritated. Did they technically Perry. 

"Shut it! (Fr/N)! I am trying to have sometime off! Go bother someone else with your math homework!." You screamed. No one insults him. Nobody.

Your friend tried prying the door open, her fingers filled with bites, splinters and cuts. Good. You can send her away easily now. 

You looked around the room. It was still pretty dark. Perry has light! You can use that!

"Perry?" You asked, bumping into the mop and getting splashed by water.

The light faced your eyes. "...Yes?"

"Can you light up the area? We need to find the lemon soap." He nodded and the light went to a small shelf. Filled with small cans and sponges. But most importantly spray bottles. 

Your eyes looked at everything at the shelf. "WD-40, Floor wax..Aha! lemon juice!" You pulled it out. It was in a spray bottle with a ribbon. One should not ask how you knew that there was lemon juice. Or how you know your friend has wounds. What matters is Perry showed a little smile through the white screen.

You rush to the door. Your friends banging and screaming did not at all stop. You pointed the spay bottle to her hand. Which was now inside. Prying the door idea was actually working.

"Not for long" You muttered under your breath. You pulled back the trigger and she screamed. Perry thought that your making this a bit over dramatic. The author does to. Perry and the author begin to question why you're making this a bit too much. In reality, your just spraying a screaming child in the dark. Exactly like babysitting.

After the author and Perry had a little chat on what's going on in your mind. You suddenly realize that you are self aware. You look at your hands and question your sanity.

Am I just this figment of imagination created by someone to portray an act?

Nah man. Your not. Probably.

Are you the one who created me?

Don't you have to spray your friend?

You merely nodded at your own voice. Your friend gave on final scream. Her hand also chopped of but that does not matter. Your alone with Perry now. All was good

Except the fact that their is a zombie apocalypse.