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fromthepinnacle2thepit · 3 months

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“Your Bloodiest Night-Mare”

mary goore x reader

summary: Strange things have been happening in the cemetery. But things only get stranger when you meet the culprit. Now, you have to deal with him quite often. A rivalry blossoms in this macabre place. Maybe more?

warnings for this chapter: pocket knife, blood/fakeblood, cursing, and Mary is just Mary

word count: 3k words!

an: i’ve been planning this for forever, i have so much lined up and planned and im so excited!!

each chapter will have a goth or rock song as its inspiration. the two for this are: Shadow by Twin Tribes and Vicious Pastimes by House of Harm

Enjoy!

Light had not yet begun to creep in and chase away the shadows of night when you opened your eyes for the first time of the already rainy day. You sat in front of your window, feeling the brush of cold air- which did carry a few sparse drops of rain- against your skin. It was another early morning. Too early, by your standards at least. Your body- with your eyes being no exception- longed to be back in your warm bed, asleep, and not sitting in front of a window at an hour most would rather quit their job than be up at. But you couldn’t quit your job. As much as some days you told yourself you were going to, you knew you couldn’t. Much to your dismay, there would be too many monetary issues, along with a few slight emotional ones. But nevertheless, you were awake now.

Admittedly, you’d been awake, for a longer time than you were willing to acknowledge just yet. More than that, it had become a worryingly growing habit to be up later and later. And that was how you had come to be in this situation. In the earlier hours of the night, your body had ached for sleep but your mind had overpowered that with a near constant bombarding of new thoughts. Luckily you had gotten a little sleep, enough to the point where you knew you could make it through the day. The only downside was that it hadn’t been enough sleep to make it a deep sleep, and since it wasn’t a deep sleep, it hadn’t stopped a crash of thunder from waking you up. You’d decided (though it wasn’t really your choice) to give into remaining conscious, and observe the spectacle of weather that nature was performing. You had opened your window, though it had taken you a minute since all your body was still drowsy and frankly felt a little dead. The scent of petrichor had filled your lungs, and you sighed into the morning air.

It seemed like it was both a few minutes ago and a small eternity since that had happened. Maybe you would’ve sat there for an eternity. That is, if your alarm hadn’t startled you out of your state of…well, being. You shut the window, and to your relief it was much easier to close it than it was to open it, now that your limbs were accustomed to being awake again. You climbed out of bed, still reluctant to leave. After stretching for a moment, you walked softly to the lamps around your room and turned them on. Now that the room was bathed in a soft golden light, you could get ready. And so you did.

As you threw on your clothes and readied your appearance, you thought about the tasks for the day. There were never too many, but you supposed that was a large benefit of working at a cemetery. Then…it dawned on you. That you, for now the third time this week, had to stay late and close up. One of your new coworkers had now been continuously “sick” quite often. She had been the one in charge of the night shifts and you wouldn’t be surprised if she was fired soon, as much as it was nice to have someone to talk to there in the few times she came in during the day. Your boss had tried to stick you with the night shift a few times in your coworker’s repetitive absences as well as your daily ones, but to preserve your sanity, you had refused.

It came as a great relief when your boss accepted that you wouldn’t be doing the night shifts. But he seemed determined to at least make you close up late, and you had reluctantly given up and accepted that fate. When you thought about it, the night shift truly wasn’t so awful. It simply required sitting in the office/visitors center, peeking at the surveillance cameras a couple times, and taking a stroll around the grounds once every few hours. You may have taken it if you didn’t respect your need for sleep so much. But did you truly respect that need if you’d been up so late lately? You wondered if you should take it, but after another crash of thunder interrupted your thoughts, you were reminded of the fact that you were not a morning person. Especially not with weather like this. And so you decided against it. Plus, it left more time for you to spend with the small group of friends you had. The group of friends who all dressed in dark (mostly black) clothes, with chains and corsets and other accessories that only enhanced the looks in the best ways, and found themselves at rock concerts so often. The same friends who many would have made snap judgements of- or been scared of- treated you with such kindness and closeness. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the outing you had planned with them that was coming up soon.

When you thought about it, it was slightly ironic. You, who worked in a cemetary, and was a bit too familiar with the late hours of the night, and had goth friends. It all seemed dark to the outside eye. But to you, you couldn’t be happier. You reveled in it all. You admired the style your friends had, and you’d even put together some nicely crafted gothic outfits of your own. You liked the quiet of nighttime, it allowed you to think without much interruption, and you always felt so at home at night. And you appreciated the tranquility of the cemetery, you respected those who had found their final resting place there and you’d come to care for the place greatly. As much as someone else might’ve not seen the beauty in all this, you did. And that was that mattered, in your opinion.

After completing your morning routine, you set off on the short walk to the nearby cemetary. By this time, the storm had calmed down, leaving only howling winds and a few rogue drops of rain to be your opponent on your way. You scurried down the stairs of your apartment, trying not to step in any puddles, and ultimately failing. A long jacket was wrapped tightly around your figure, in your attempt to keep out the cold. Finally your journey down the long flight of stairs was over and the rest of your walk began! You stepped quickly around more puddles, and occasionally pulled your jacket closer to your body in the chilly air. The sky was still a giant swirl of gray, but you had noticed that hints of blue had begun to creep in, replacing the lighter areas of gray. A few cars swooshed past you on the old road that laid next to the sidewalk, harshly pushing some of the resting water into your path. At this point, you didn’t mind. It was all just a factor that would become blurry after the passing of the next few hours. It took a little while longer, but at least you reached the black gothic gates of the familiar cemetery. The day had- at last- finally truly begun.

⊱ ────── {⋅.𖤐 𐕣♱ ✯ ♱𐕣 𖤐.⋅} ────── ⊰

Tombstones blocked out patches of the now sunset covered sky. The graveyard was peaceful. A less-than-warm wind still blew through the trees, although it had warmed up a bit. It wasn’t so cold that you weren’t able to handle making your walking rounds throughout the day, thankfully. You had truthfully enjoyed the way the wind had made your face burn and tingle ever so slightly, and the puddles had cleared up a bit more than you’d expected. Some still spotted the ground, but there were much less now.

Closing up the office/visitors center on days where you needed to was always a much better part of the day than you always expected it to be. You loved the way that the cemetary was doused in all the colors of the setting sun, saying a final goodbye to those who had said their final goodbyes to life. It calmed you, in a strange macabre way.

Though, you knew to keep an eye out during your leave today. Strange things had been happening. Today as you’d made your rounds, you’d noticed some out of place things, some random items, and an eerie feeling all throughout the day. Maybe it was some carefree, or really careless teenagers out for some disrespectful fun, maybe it was a homeless person who didn’t mean any trouble but had needed a place to stay during the previous night, maybe it was the remains of a funeral? But no funerals had happened recently, at least none that you’d seen. And you knew the cemetery was locked at night, so you weren’t sure if a homeless person would be able to get in. But then how had these things happened?

The first, well, strange occurrence was when you found a discarded food wrapper. It wasn’t all that unusual, you’d found worse things in the cemetery. But this one seemed new. It hadn’t been crinkled much and it wasn’t dirty- much to your relief. The next, was a dark black and red pocket knife. It had looked sharp, like a good brand. That was what probably disturbed you most. The last largely obvious thing you found, was a ring. It was silver, with a skull. With an intricate black design all around it. You had picked it up, pocketing it, intending to take it back to the visitors center and put it in what would be an improvised lost and found. But you had forgotten and would continue to forget, as it was still in your pocket. It had been heavy, but you liked the feel of it. The other things had been an empty thing of eyeliner, a discarded piece of paper, and a smudge of what you desperately hoped was fake blood. You had tidied it all up, and tried to brush it off. But of course you couldn’t. I mean, who really would? Not many things happened in the cemetery. It was typically so quiet and uneventful. Though eventually you had been able to push the thoughts from your mind and focus on getting home quickly and safely. Telling yourself you’d think about it when you reached your long-awaited home.

Finally outside and done with the center, you had begun to watch towards the gates. Your coat was once again pulled tightly around your form and you walked with a new tiredness. You admired the thick trees that surrounded the cemetery, listening to them rustle in the wind as the sun faded more and more. You could see blue weighing down heavier and heavier on the sunset.

You finally reached the gates, starting to get the lock from the coded box on the pillar that held up the gate and marked part of the entrance. Just as you were starting to put the code in, you heard a noise. A swish, a changing of chains and metal against metal, and something landing on the hard ground. The pillar you stood by was partially hidden by a tree, which was helpful in keeping others from somehow accessing the lock. But you turned, to see what had just happened behind you to your left. You looked over and your eyes widened. A man stood there on the grass. He was tall, and had black spiky hair that slightly hung over part of his face. On his chest was a dark tank-top that looked it’d had it’s previous arms viciously sawed off, around his middle was a chunky belt, and on his legs were ripped up black jeans. Dark bracelets adorned his arms, along with rings. His neck wasn’t barren either, no, he wore a couple morbid necklaces. On top of his tanktop, was what you could best describe as a jacket vest thing that had multiple pins stuck into it.

Who was he? You watched as he looked around, scanning the graves. When he looked satisfied, he started to walk. This was near the front, by the entrance. He started to walk to the back, or the middle, wherever he was headed, it was away from your direction. You wondered how he wasn’t cold. Looking back at the lock box, and peaking up at the darkening sky, you decided to go against your better judgement. You had to close, and by what you could guess, this was the guy who’d left the stuff in the cemetery! And of course it went against the rules to leave stuff like that and especially to hop the fence after closing time. After a moment, you got the urge to speak. He was still a few feet ahead of you, but you didn’t want to get too close and have him be violent.

“Hello? Sir, I’m sorry, but we’re closing now. Well, I need to close up. Sorry. Are you ok?,” you asked with some hesitation. The man froze and turned to look at you. When you could see your words begin to register. His eyes quickly landed on you and you watched as they widened and then narrowed at you.

His hand rose to his forehead, pushing back his hair while sighing, before running it down his face.

“Fuck,” he said exasperatedly. It wasn’t directed at you. It was the kind of curse someone says when they know they’ve been caught. And he had. He really had.

For the moment, you just stood there as he looked like he was contemplating what to say. Blue had taken over a little more than half the sky at this point, and the temperature wasn’t growing any warmer. You began to get a little nervous. But the man spoke and you were brought out of your thoughts.

“Were you followin’ me?” he asked, looking at you directly in the eyes. The question was avoidant and you thought it should’ve been obvious why you had been following him. But looking at him, it seemed mischievous. You were a little frustrated, yes, but you hoped this would all be solved out soon.

“Yes? No- but also yes. I just saw you hop the fence and you know, didn’t want to startle you. But we are supposed to be closing now, I can tell you where to find a schedule of our opening and closing times if that helps?” you asked.

“I got that. You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” he asked, and it became even more clear now that he had intended to roam in after hours. His words weren’t entirely malicious but they certainly weren’t filled with thrill.

You scoffed, “Maybe you don’t know what you’re doing. I mean, I found plenty of evidence you were here already.”

You watched as he took in your words, his eyebrows lifted and turned now to face you more. Your arms had closed in an effort to both stay warm and prove your point.

“Huh?” he asked. What an intelligent answer, you thought sarcastically.

“Yeah, I found your stuff. Food bags, pocket knife, all that. I wondered who it was but I think the culprit’s been found,” you replied, the smallest smirk growing onto your face.

“Fucking shit..,” he muttered looking around frustratedly “I knew I left some damn thing here.”

“Yeah. So, maybe you don’t know what you’re doing. Whether you do or you don’t is irrelevant. I need to close up, and unless you want this situation to escalate I suggest you leave.” you paused, hoping you hadn’t been too harsh “Please.”

“Well shit, now I guess I gotta. I mean, with you findin’ and followin’ me and all. Sucks that I just got here too, babe,” he replied. A little smirk accompanying his ending sentence. You were confused by the pet name. Those things always confused you. Was it flirting or was it just mischievousness or politeness? You couldn’t tell what it was in this situation. But either way, you were glad that he wasn’t being too difficult.

“Thank you,” you slowly said “You can come with me to the gate if you want, I don’t mind, I’ve just gotta get the lock then-“

Mary cut you off. “Nah, I got it sweetheart.”

He started to walk over to the fence that surrounded the cemetery and for the second time that night, hopped it. He only stopped once to call over his shoulder, “See you around,”

⊱ ────── {⋅.𖤐 𐕣♱ ✯ ♱𐕣 𖤐.⋅} ────── ⊰

You had watched him walk off, face frozen in a confused expression. Questions and possibilities had raced through your mind as you stood there in the almost total darkness. He had disappeared into the trees, not turning back, and you’d stood there until he was out of sight. That had been a while ago now.

Now, you were resting in your bed, letting the warmth of your apartment wash over you. You were still very confused, and still had a brain full of questions. Who was he? Why had he been there? Were you too mean? Why didn’t he just come in the daytime? Of course no discernible or explanatory reason came to mind yet. In the end you knew you’d just have to wait and see, but it had been such a strange occurrence.

You wondered if you’d see him again tomorrow and you weren’t sure whether to be unhappy or intrigued. He had been messy around the cemetery. And he had hopped the fence. Along with his snark. You decided to be displeased and hesitant for now.

As the night went on, and with the sky now being completely dark, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling with two thoughts and two thoughts alone. The strange man, and the cemetery.

Alright that’s it! Much to come soon! <3

Expect the next chapter this week!

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