A/N: I did a thing.
Warnings: Language, trauma, stalking, implied dubcon, one-sided demonc!DusknoirxGrovyle.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Other: pls send help i'm a messed up person and don't play the midnight man
Hands were running up and down, all over his body. A cold breathe ghosted over his neck as fangs scraped his skin. Lips smashed against his own. His attacker was taunting him, sliding a hand beneath the shorter man's shirt as the other tugged his pants off. He flinched, slighting moaning as claws left marks on his hips. He shivered as bitemarks were left all over his body.
There was cold harsh laughter.
He felt his boxers being slipped off.
Red eyes were staring into his soul.
Grovyle yelped as he fell off his bed. Groaning, he slowly sat up, blinking a couple of times. He stayed there, unhinged; thinking about his...nightmare.It felt too real. Every touch and sound seemed too realistic to be a bad dream. And the one thing he remembered was those blood red eyes.
He sighed, wobbling to his feet. "D-Damn it..."
Slipping some clothes on, he hopped on his bike and went to meet up with his friends.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Celebi asked quietly.
"'Course he's not okay, he looks like shit," Skuntank snapped.
Chatot frowned. "You're not really helping."
Grovyle simply chuckled. Brushing some bangs away, he smirked. "I get it. I look terrible, I probably shouldn't have played the game, Wigglytuff was stupid for telling me, yada, yada."
He propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, trying to fight off sleep. His gaze fell on his friends. He noticed the concerned looks on their faces, causing some guilt to swarm around him.
"I-I'm fine, really," He reassured despite knowing that his friends aren't going to buy it.
Celebi sighed. "Grovyle, please. You have to tell us-"
She tried reaching out, but froze when she saw her friend tense and retract. She scanned the responses the others had. Judging by the expressions, she knew they were all thinking the same thing. This was bad. Very bad. They know Grovyle had two responses to being touched by his friends; accepting it or slapping them away. He never shrunk back, he never looked... afraid. It was peculiar. And shocking. In fact, looking at him now, Celebi began to notice more details that hinted that something was off about her friend. His hair was unusually messy, strands sticking out everywhere. The tired look in his eyes was still present. Looking a bit closer, she noted the markings on his neck. It finally hit her.
She got up, and announced, "I've got places to be. Later."
I need to tell the others.
"So you noticed it, too, Pinky?" Skuntank asked, plopping himself on a nearby park bench.
Celebi nodded. "I don't know why he won't tell us, but something is up. If only I knew what."
"Th-The Midnight Man," Wigglytuff said quietly.
"...You on crack right now?" Skuntank questioned. "Cause this ain't the time to be joking."
"I-It has to relate to the Midnight Man," Wigglytuff explained. "I mean, he's been acting like this ever since he told us he played the game. I-It's my fault..."
"Wha-? No!" Chatot cried. "It's not your fault!"
"And it wouldn't matter even if it was your fault," Celebi snapped. "All that matters is that we find out what's going on."
She brushed some bangs away. "This has been going on for weeks. It's silly."
"I'm fine, really."
"Seriously guys, I'm cool."
"I don't look that off!"
"S-Sorry for yelling... I-I'll... Yeah.."
"Yes. It is quite odd," Chatot remarked. "I tried giving him a pat on the back and he flinched!"
"I wanted to give him a high-five but he instead tensed and backed away," Skuntank added.
"Not to mention he's been acting very distant..." Wigglytuff muttered.
Celebi sighed. "Yeah. I seriously wish he'd tell us."
He swore he could hear his voice.
"Do you miss me?"
He prays that it's just his imagination.
"You miss my touch...?"
This can't be real. It's not real.
Not. Real.
The greenette growled as he sat up in his bed. "Fuck."
He ran his fingers through his hair, cursing. "Shut the fuck up."
"Oh. Sorry."
"AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
To Grovyle's surprise, the voice actually stopped. Sighing, he trudged to the bathroom and quickly washed his face before hopping outside for a walk. He was swaying, though not enough to lose his balance. He had to admit, the walk was making thing a little bit better. It felt nice to go outside and feel safe, surrounded by people throwing smiles and waves. Until it felt like he was being followed. Once in a while, Grovyle would glance around and see a familiar shadowy figure. He kept shrugging it off, calling it his paranoia. However, the figure proved to be persistent. Grovyle would pass by the shadow, hear that god damn voice call out to him. He immediately rushed back home.
Plopping on his bed, he screamed into his pillow, ignoring the tears staining the cloth. After a while, his body relaxed, and he drifted off into sleep, not paying attention to his phone ringing.
He let out a cry as he was pinned to the floor, fangs sinking into his neck. Claws trailed all up and down, all over his body. He shivered as a hot breathe ghosted over his ear, whispering cold words. It seemed to go on forever. He whimpered with every movement and touch made. He clawed at the floor, body twisting as light and harsh touches were placed. Scarlet orbs were staring right at him.
Waking up, Grovyle instantly looked at the time. Almost twelve. Was he really asleep for that long? He narrowed his eyes.
"I have to do this."
"You play my game only to create the salt circle? Shame!" Dusknoir snapped.
Grovyle only frowned. "Why are you following me?"
Dusknoir blinked. "Following you? Please. I never stalk my victims after the game. Must be your paranoia."
"SHUT UP!"
The paranormal being only sighed. He floated up to the teen who only flinched, shrinking back. He sat down, hugging his knees. Seeing this, Dusknoir shook his head. He decided to join the college student, and sat down. Well, he was siting criss-cross while floating an inch or two of the ground, but he still remained in a calm position.
"As I said before, I am not persistent. If the player survives, that's the end. I leave them alone. The only thing I leave behind is the fear, the horrible memories. Thus, I am not following you, love," Dusknoir explained. "As beautiful as you are, I would not go against my code to get you. The fear and horrors you faced when you encountered me is what's pestering you. Not me."
"You fucking liar!" Grovyle hissed, standing up. "That can't be true! I see you nearly everywhere! You haunt my dreams and... A-And..."
He crumpled down. "Wh-Why won't you leave me alone?!"
Dusknoir tilted his head. He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times.
He stood up. "Is this why you're playing this tonight? To interrogate me?"
Grovyle nodded.
"Well, I've given you all I can say. I am not persuing you. Even if I was, I would have killed you by now."
Grovyle blinked, looking up the paranormal man. "What?"
"If I were truly stalking you, you would be dead by now," Dusknoir said. "But here you are. Questioning me. And no, I am not playing some mindgames with you, dear. What I say is true."
He smirked. "Just be glad you're in that salt circle. If you weren't, I would have ravished and killed you."
"G-Good to know," Grovyle muttered.
"Now then. I'll be leaving. But I recommend you stay in that circle. Sleep in there, don't exit. If you do, I will surely return," Dusknoir remarked. "Well... Goodbye, dear."
And with a snap of a finger, he disappeared.
Grovyle sighed as he curled up into a ball. "I am so confused."
Grovyle was shocked to wake up without screaming or sobbing. He didn't even have a nighmare. Odd.
When he met up with his friends, they swarmed him with questions about the Midnight Man. Of course, he mentioned nothing of what happened. However, he explained that he was now over it. They didn't buy it, but he didn't mind.
But still. Grovyle found it peculiar that the sudden nightmares and illusions appeared to have ceased completely. He wondered if what Dusknoir said was true and his mind managed to comprehend that and get over things. At the same time, he considered that the paranormal man gave up and is finally leaving him alone. Either way, Grovyle is just relieved for it to be over.
"So you finally left your little crush. How sweet," The imp-like man smirked.
Dusknoir frowned. "Silence, Sableye."
"Okay, okay. Sorry. I'm surprised. Usually you don't give up so easily. Most of the time you torture them to near insanity. Why'd you stop?" Sableye questioned.
"He surprised me. He lasted quite a while and even approached me about it," Dusknoir explained. "The last one is worth mentioning. He is not only quite adorable, he is also has the audacity to summon me again. All for some interrogation."
He chuckled. "Ah... He was quite the specimen."
"So you stopped because he was brave and cute?" Sableye frowned.
"Yes," Dusknoir smiled.
"What are you going to do if he tries to summon you again?" The imp asked.
"I'll leave him alone. Simple as that," Dusknoir replied. "After all, he has bested me. He won my game. I'll reward him greatly. I'll no longer bother him. Because, to be honest, I really can't handle torturing such a nice creature."
He laughed. "I wished I congratulated him earlier but oh well. He played a good game."
A/N: I just felt like expanding this story. I'm not gonna add anymore so yeah. Sorry if it was boring.