#bit sad

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡.

you knew there was a chance of Norman, your husband, being away when you went into labour. you just didn't want to believe it when it unfortunately did happen during early hours of the morning the day he was meant to return home. you cried and you cussed, its not that you were mad at Norman for leaving, he's an important man and the meeting in a whole different state was important you understood that, you were just scared of giving birth alone. as any sane woman would be. you found yourself in the arms of the elderly house keeper who Norman had hired at the start of your pregnancy due to him not wanting you to continue cleaning the penthouse when you were carrying his chid. even though you had argued that you would manage, now incredibly thankful for Ethel.

Ethel was a sweet old lady who had five children of her own so you felt safest within her arms and her fingers stroking your hair at that moment as she phoned a taxi to take yous to the hospital. as yous waited the all so patient woman spent twenty minutes holding you, grabbing your hospital bad, trying to calm Norman down over the phone who you had begged her to phone but now sort of wished you had waited only feeling the emptiness of him missing grow bigger within your chest. finally as the taxi pulled up you felt the wave of emotions finally settling, well for at least a minute until the feeling of anger, regret and the desire to have this child out of you settled in.

the hospital was quite, no shock as it was in fact only about 4am on a Tuesday. it did help Norman had ensured you would have a private room to yourself, at that moment when the nurses huddled around with support for you you were thankful for your husbands wealth getting you priority into a room. you kept a hold of Ethels Hand tightly even when you felt no pain, it was the one person at the moment keeping you going without your husband present.

it wasn't long until you heard it, "mrs Osborn your ready to push now, when you feel the wave just push okay?" Norman wasn't here and so you did the only thing you could think to do. you cried. Ethel held your hand while running another hand through your hair to sooth you as you gave a sloppy okay to the nurse. it didn't take as long as you thought before you heard the crying of a baby, your baby. Ethel cheered softly and quietly kissing the top of your head while mumbling congratulations over and over again. as your son was placed on your chest you felt your heart squeeze with love you had never quite felt before. but with Norman not there their was something missing within your heart.

No tw or anything (mental health is guess) just update for people who are waiting on works under cut -

Tldr- may be a little wait on asks and fics atm xx

Darksiders Short Story: Y/N Meets Death

Good job Y/N, you just had to get knocked out. Just had to fall down a pit. Just had to get lost and separated. Mom's gonna kill me if the Demons don't.   

       You cursed your misfortune for a short while as you began holding up in your makeshift bunker. Praying it would hold together for a little bit longer, listening to the radio and walkie you have. Rare things long ago, but you're Dad fixed em up for you all the same in case of emergencies.

He always said Great Grandpa preached that tv news wouldn't last if the world went to shit. So radios were better.

       You stayed planted for the next few weeks, with someone's stocked mini fridge in the closet. Held up in a busted up college dorm after having been separated during a demon attack on your family. Whether they made it or not, you didn't know. Thoughts about them often made it hard to sleep. No matter how much reassurance you tried giving yourself. Or how much you told yourself with certainty that they'd make it.

There's no way, Dad's been radio silent for weeks. No I shouldn't think like that. Maybe they're just busy right now. Trying to hide whilst looking for me. So they can't talk to me right now. Right?

        You often tried telling yourself this. Surely Mom and Dad would make it through this, and find you. Hell your Brother is a complete badass, at least he always seemed that way when you were little. So if anybody could make sure he and anyone else makes it out, it's him, right? You keep the last picture of them you have close, one you took before the camera you used broke apart. Hiding it under the pillow you're using, so it doesn't get destroyed during any natural disasters that have come up since the end. Though they were not that common, it wasn't much of a blessing. For within a year, the surrounding land became either desolate or extremely dangerous. It wasn't uncommon to hear screams at night when trying to sleep. And during the day you stayed hidden like you'd practically been trained to do since walking, only leaving when food was running low. Using the campus radio station to know which places were safest to traverse and which weren't. It was also soothing to hear the voices of others. Knowing at least some other people were ok out there. Other times you heard military jargin on it, as rescues were attempted. Not many were successful sadly. Instead you chose to stay put each time, as much as you wanted to finally escape the nightmare. But deep down, you knew that wasn't much of an option. You wouldn't find your family that way.

They can save as many of us as they want. But by now, everywhere else is just as fucked as here. Better to stay put unless absolutely necessary. Better to be held up and only leaving when needed, than to be caught and killed...or worse. I don't want Mom and Dad finding my dead body either.

       Eventually though, the dorm building you were in, was beginning to go. So now you were planning on leaving for good this time. You just needed a few extra supplies. First was a new backpack, as yours was slowly falling apart and could only carry so much. Secondly, something to carry your items that wouldn't fit in the pack. As long as it wasn't too noisy, you'd be happy. So you reluctantly emptied out your mini fridge into the dumpsters outside. Anything that wasn't perishable you stuffed into your crappy backpack as best you could before setting off. Finally you carefully made your way to the nearest store. It felt eerie as hell traversing such an empty and ransacked place. Never have you seen a store before, as your parents preached that you avoid going in them alone. But this time you had no choice, you needed supplies. Even if you were unlikely to find much left anymore. Eventually you do find a outdoor backpack, alongside some clothes that somehow weren't torn up. You didn't care about whether or not they fit though, only that they could provide some layers when needed. Luckily you also find a sturdy wagon before too long, and grab a cooler as well. But you won't be keeping anything cool in here. The water was mostly all gone, with the occasional smooshed in bottles scattered about. You took all the water you could, stuffing the bottles into your crappy backpack. You saved the outdoor one for canned goods, instant noodles, anything that wouldn't perish quickly. Other food you stuffed in your cooler, alongside your new clothes and new pair of boots a size up from yours. For when you inevitably grew up of the boots you replaced your now too small ones with. Lastly, you take any security tags off at the register yourself once you finally figure that out. Parents always did the same to avoid triggering alarms and making noise, said they learned it from other survivers. You then leave through the back of the store, as that seemed safer to do. It was already noon and your stomach was hungry, but you didn't want to stop. Instead, you just ate a protein bar and went on your way. You only returned to the dorm for three things; the photo, your radio, and a book.

The Last Unicorn....an ironic book to be reading now I guess. But....at least the world in this book wasn't ending.

Finally you leave the slowly crumbling building behind, luckily you only stayed a few floors up from the ground floor, and the elevators worked for once. You begin looking for a new place to shack up in, eventually coming across a large house. With night coming you hurry inside, not caring for what you'll find. Waiting for you, is nothing short of a horror show. You find dried blood pools everywhere, the occasional torn articles of feminine looking clothing, burned up wood with the familiar smell of sulfur, and scattered bones.

Demons must've got em, poor women....or were they girls? No I'd better not think on it too much. Just find a place to sleep and...

Suddenly you hear a noise behind you and find a large figure searching around the place. Fearing the worst, you do all you can to hide. Abandoning the wagon you had, hoping it wouldn't be stolen from or destroyed. You hear nothing for a few seconds until a very deep, and sonorous voice calls out.

"Hello?! Is anyone here?!"

Cautiously you lean your head around the corner you hid behind, spotting the figure softly kicking at your things. You couldn't tell what kind of weapon they had, but it sure as fuck was huge. Slowly you began to back away, until you slip on one of the many bits of clothes. Landing on your ass, and alerting the intruder.

"Who's there?!"

You begin fleeing at this point. Avoiding the stairs going up and running to the basement. Panicking as lumbering steps head after you.

Shit it's after me!

"Wait stop!"

You don't abide, instead hurrying away as before. Hiding behind a boiler as the figure begins searching for you. Two ember like eyes being the only tell you get of their location. Trying your best to maintain and quiet your breathing as you panic. That is until you feel a bony hand on your shoulder, slowly turning around before suddenly jumping away with a scream at the sight of a demon. Only for the weapon the figure had been holding to suddenly slam into the demon. Now you see that it is a scythe, but you don't really care. You go to bolt again before bumping into a firm chest, being caught before you can fall again.

Confused you remain still before pleading quietly, "Please don't kill me."

"I...wasn't planning on it. As for the Demon, it seems to be long dead. So you don't need to worry about that either."

"If you're not gonna kill or eat me...then what do you want?", you ask while trying to put up a tough act.

You see what looks like an eye roll before they answer you, "I assumed your kind had all but perished. An assumption I'm for once glad is wrong. Are you at all harmed?"

"Uhm...no. Fell on my butt earlier but that won't cause any...wait a minute you are a stranger...why am I even talking to you?"

They cock their head at you, "Probably because you've been by yourself for so long that a being that isn't going to kill you seems safe enough to speak to?"

Sarcasm, great. "Look uhm....person I don't know. Before I even say anything else I want a name at least. So out with it buster."

"Feisty ingrate...", he mutters before continuing, "If you really must know, I am Death. Now I should think it's only fair I know your name. Don't you think?"

"Well excuse me for practicing stranger danger. Anyway it's Y/N, happy?"

"Yes. Now if you're going to stay here, you best barricade this place. I assume this wasn't your home initially? Based on the wagon?"

You place you hand on your hip, "I'm only staying one night. Even if it was my home I can't stay here. I got separated from my family, and waiting hasn't brought them back to me. So I'm going looking for them whilst trying to survive."

"You...may not like what you find.", he replies, his tone softening.

You look to the ground, "I...I've got to try. For them. I'm sure they'd do the same for me.", then as look at your photo of them you realize something, "Hey maybe you've seen them? Uh here, they look like this. Just uh...don't mess it up ok? It's all I've got."

Death observes it briefly, and you watch as he seems to recognize one of them before glancing away and telling you, "I...have seen the shorter male's jacket."

"Really?! You found my brother's jacket?! Did you see him though? Where was he?"

He puts his hands up, "Hey hey hey, slow down...or better yet maybe you should sit down instead..."

His softer tone throws you off, and you do as he suggests. Sitting upon a random box with a pit in your stomach forming as you await what he says, "What...did you find?"

"I found his jacket, as I told you before. Laid upon a dirt mound...it looked fairly recent too. Can't say for sure just how recent though. The jacket was...also being held down by a few items. I assume...they were once his."

You feel the pit travel up your body to form a knot in your throat, "T-the mound? Did y-you...s-s-search it too?"

Death shakes his head, "No. I'm not the sort of man to dig up a grave."

"Then...it m-m-may not be his. H-h-he must've just left his jacket there...o-out of respect! To ease the soul or s-something!"

Two big hands grab each of your shoulders, "Did you not hear me Y/N? There were other items holding it in place."

"Then what were they?! You only assume they're his, you didn't say anything else!"

"A walkie talkie like your own, a busted radio, and a pair of equally destroyed binoculars.", He tells you firmly whilst holding back rising anger.

You slip from the box to the floor, landing on your knees, "N-no...it...it can't be...he can't be...he was always...he'd never...no...no...no...no no no NO NO!"