I want to throw everything I've ever eaten along with my organs up. What the hell.
Feeling dizzy seems to be my goddamn hobby, because Holy fuck, I seem to do that a lot along with getting headaches.
Sitting on the floor against a wall, I silently watched the light flicker. It seemed to flicker on a certain pattern. Not sure what it meant though.
All I knew is that I felt like throwing up my insides again, but the feeling was stronger than ever.
Is it because I'm thinking of that one fanfiction again?
Probably. Or maybe it's a gut feeling as others call it.
Are gut feelings the definition of you feeling like throwing up if something unsettling is about to happen?
I'm not sure.
My thoughts got interrupted by the door opening slowly and a person entering the room.
It's the pole that kidnapped me after I threatened him about sounding like a loli getting raped.
The tall fuck entered the room with some kind of knife, and sat on the floor in front of me, staring into my eyes as if expecting me to talk.
So I talked. "Are you into some SxM kinky kinda shit or what? Or whatever it's named. Maybe you just wanted to say "oh, I'll kill you if you don't kiss me/if you won't be in a relationship with me, nye nye nye.", right? Is this going to be like a romance book, buddy?"
Or maybe he really was a S.
I mean, I don't give a fuck either way-
"Pretty much. Although I'd like to form my words another way," he began. I looked into his eyes blankly. His mouth seemed to be covered by a pullover of sorts. "I'm bored, and thought about finding someone to make mine, so I took you back from those strange looking people."
Took me back?
Is he a stalker of some sort? Like, was he planning to take me right as Jeff and Ben were?
"You planned on taking me befor-"
"Yeah. I was about to take you until that soda can exploded. I even tried turning off the electricity and all that stuff so that I could silently take you away."
His voice sounded so damn emotionless, Holy fuck.
It is an interesting voice though.
It's so deep, yet sorta smooth and calm sounding. I could literally melt to the sound he produces.
Although it was a little muffled by the neck of his clothing.
"Fun. Planned to make me your maid as well?"
He shook his head.
I'm fine with this. I can live with this. Give me a room and I'm down.
"May I know the name of my kidnapper, then?"
He really was interesting. I also just noticed horns on the sides of his head. It made him look more adorable in the light.
What the fuck am I even talking about?
His voice barely came out as a mumble. "Sebastian."
Sorta fitting.
"Do you plan in keeping me on this basement for a long time? Or did you just bring me here to wait for me to wake up from the cold or some shit?"
He shrugged.
Is he literally not sure on whether to keep a girl in a basement or in a room?
Woah. That's all. I literally have no more words to describe a reaction. Just Woah.
This whole situation seems, say it with me, cliché as fuck.
I'm literally thinking about every book and fanfiction I have read, and trust me, they're all good but are now making every second of my life sound like it's written on wattpad or some shit.
Who knows though.
I tried getting up, only to realize that my left wrist was cuffed to the wall. I glanced at Sebastian and waited to see if he had any key to unlock the cuff.
He basically did and let me fall on the floor because of how much I was trying to kinda rip my hand out of the cuff.
My wrist has another bruise because of my stupidity now. Fun.
Aa I slowly got up, my new kidnapper took my hand in his and began walking out of the basement door, and up some stairs.
Once we had succeeded in climbing the most hated things on earth, he let go of my hand, his warmth leaving it along with him, and let me examine the room.
It looked like any normal small room.
What did you expect it to be?
Some magical rainbows falling from the sky?
I wish.
While I began thinking about the sky being filled with so many colors that it could cause everyone to have a seizure, Sebastian dragged me over to a couch, sat me down and sat next to me after turning on the TV on some random channel.
I'm thinking about seizure rainbows at the moment though.
Wait.
"What can I do in this place?"
Sebastian looked at the TV and shrugged, mumbling 'nothing, I guess' and flipping through the channels again.
This is worse than being a maid if I'd have to be honest.
It's not even as interesting as a book should be.
Sebastian also seems to not fully complete his plans.
But the boredom thing is something I can relate to. And if it means helping a fellow bored person goat horn guy thing, I'll help him.
Who knows, it might just get interesting enough for me not to die from being too bored.
Or maybe I'll get saved by my spaghetti noodles.
I don't even know what's going on, and don't wish to bother knowing at this point.
It's probably a dream I'll wake up from after I die or some shit.
...
I want to cry, I'm thinking about a fanfiction and oh my god the fucking ending was so sad that I cried my eye out for almost 5 hours straight what the fuck why did the character ignore the reader and lose his ability to see colors along with the reader again he's so fucking stupid I want to die-
I'm done rambling. I need hugs.
So I just hugged Sebastian and buried my face into his neck, pullover thing.
He's so warm. The warmth works perfectly well in contrast with his personality and his icy blue clothing.
I want to stay like this forever.
Fuck the noodles, if they come, they come. If not, I'm fine hugging this warm but mentally cold marshmallow.
Free cuddles.
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Oof, an authors note at the end of a chapter? Has our writer evolved?
Nah.
I'll just ask this.
Do you wish to see a drawing of mine of Sebastian in the next chapter as an idea of what he looks like?
If yes, just say so. It doesn't matter to me.
It won't be as bad as the Harry doodles, that I can promise you.
And just so you know, he's not some creepypasta OC or anything of the sort. He's a random character I made, and I just added him in here for no reason.
Call it being uncreative, because that's the most simple word that can describe this story's plot.
Anyway, I hope you liked this boring chapter, and that you're having a nice day or night, my sweet readers.