A Foreigner's Love

I woke up.

The darkness covered the room and my eyes had difficulty to distinguish my surroundings clearly.

My head hurt, and for some reason, I couldn't recall the time I had gone to bed.

As I tried to move a little to touch my forehead, I realized that my entire body was covered in sweat, despite the fact that the winter season had started a few days ago.

"So damn hot…" I said, feeling uncomfortable, as I threw the sheets to one side and sit on the bed.

I moved my head and tried to take a glance at the digital clock that should be on the nightstand.

I couldn't, there was nothing there, only darkness.

"It must have run out of batteries." I thought, as I extended my hand, in hope to find the clock.

I failed, there was nothing there.

"Seriously?" I said in annoyance. It was like someone was messing with me.

Or maybe I am just too stupid and I forgot to put the clock on the nightstand, it wouldn't be the first time.

Either way, I decided that it was time to get up and take a shower or something. I didn't know the time, but I can't just go back to sleep feeling so damn filthy.

Also, the headache was getting worse. Nothing that a cold shower couldn't fix though.

I slowly walked to the door.

"...?"

The thing is, there was no door.

No matter how much I felt around the wall, I couldn't find the handle or the door itself.

"It should be around here, why can't I…?"

At that moment, something began to shine. I couldn't miss it, as it was the only thing I could see in that sea of darkness.

With curiosity, I approached the shining object, just to find a…

"A key?"

And not only that, thanks to the strange glow I could finally find the door, the bright silver key was already on the lock.

...Was I still half asleep? To forget where the door of my own room was…

I moved my hand to the key and slowly turned it.

Then as I was opening the door….something grabbed my hand.

"...!"

Something long and slimy grabbed my hand and began to pull.

I tried to resist it, but it was too strong, it dragged me through the door.

However, there was nothing behind that door, the Chaldea corridors that should be outside my room were nowhere to be seen.

It was, to put simply, empty.

Nothing existed in that space. There was no Chaldea, there were no humans, and there were no Servants.

Only "it" existed.

I couldn't see or feel it, but I knew it was there, watching my insignificant presence. Contemplating the ant that had ventured beyond its limits.

Beyond the boundary.

Before I could do anything, the thing that dragged me began to get inside my clothes, but it was not only one. There were several, multiple snake-like things began to crawl through me, covering my body from head to toe.

It was as if my whole being was swallowed by snakes, it was claustrophobic...suffocating. I wanted to scream but no words left my mouth, as one of the snakes began to squeeze my neck.

And it that moment, I realized.

Snake have scales; they are not that slimy and wet. Besides, they don't have small protrusions that seem to hold my neck so tightly.

They were not snakes, they were tentacles.

…

I woke up.

The darkness covered the room and my eyes had difficulty to distinguish my surroundings clearly.

"Ah…Ahh…Ahh…!"

My breath was agitated, my heart felt like tumbling in my chest. It was difficult to speak; words didn't come from my mouth.

My entire body was covered in sweat, despite the fact that the winter season had started a few days ago.

However, even if my body was so hot, I could feel like my left hand was freezing.

As I tried to withdraw it, I feel it. Something was touching me, five cold fingers were holding my hand with force.

"...!"

Someone was there with me. A small figure grew in the darkness, beside my bed, watching me.

Slowly, it approached, until being exactly above my face.

What I managed to see at that moment was the face of a beautiful blonde young girl…completely disturbed by an unnatural lock-shaped hole on her forehead, a pitch black hollow that appeared to be even darker in the absence of light.

"Did you have a nightmare, Master? You seem agitated." The person said, and I immediately recognize her.

"Is that you...Abby?" I asked, my voice, ragged.

She responded by putting both hands on mine.

"It's okay, Master." She smiled. "Everything is alright; I am here, by your side."

Abigail Williams, my servant, approached even more; until I could almost feel her cold breath on my face.

"You are not alone, and you will never be again, Master." She whispered.

END OF THE PROLOGUE

AN: So what is this? I am not too sure myself. I happen to see some spooky fanarts of Abby and I said "Hey, wouldn't it be interesting to write a horror/suspense story about her?" and here we are.

I am not too sure if this is going to be just a oneshot or a full story, it depends if I manage to come up with an interesting plot.

TNG-san.