Searching for him.... (Dan Howell x reader) ??

i hope you're liking the more frequently chapters!! i just read a bunch of two sentence horror stories and i cannot function now

-rya
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[Rya's P.O.V]

I heard it. The bloodcurdling, goose-bump causing sound.

Y/n's scream.

I ran back. I ran like hell, faster than I ever have before, past everyone. It's crazy what adrenaline can do to you, right?

Then I saw her. Pink hair and all, facing away from me. This was my chance.

"Bruno, go get help," I whispered before letting the big dog's leash go. He looked at me for a moment before running. I spun on my heels and pounced on the pink haired she-devil. My palms were sweaty and there was an unsure aura in the air, radiating off of me, running down in my sweat, out of my pores, pouring out of my. breath, bouncing off every brick in the wall.

She was shocked, but recovered quickly. She flipped her gun around and attempted to hit me with it. I rolled over, and grabbed it from her. I quickly jumped onto my feet, and took a fighting stance. She did the same, but lost her balance when I pushed her back.

"AAGH," she cried out as I grabbed her arm. I brought her up, pinned her against the wall and held her arm behind her back. I twisted it into the small of her back and she screamed in pain, a red, hot, fiery pain that could only be inflicted by anger.

"R-Rya?" I heard a small voice call out from behind me. A rich, deep accent. One I knew too well.

I turned my head slightly and saw those two mismatched eyes that I'd seen only days before in photographs. Polaroids littered around my room. Torn up, taped together, creased, folded, ripped at every edge. Slightly holding a burnt purple aura around it, photos in the dark, but those eyes, oh god, those eyes. It was like I could never get them out of my head, they were always there, with the imperfect splash of brown within the sea of blue that you could swim in and get lost.

"Justin," I breathed out, almost at a whisper, but lower, only Justin and I could hear, nobody else, it was almost as if we shared a secret. But no. It was only his name. It was only a heartbroken girl and a boy who'd left her in the dust, because he couldn't tell her what he did. Only a year older, yet much more mature.

"Rya, we need to go. Your friend needs your help," Justin said, snapping me into reality.

"What do you want me to do with her?" I motioned my head towards the pink haired woman in my grasp. It was amazing she hadn't broken out of my grip yet.

"Leave her. She's weak," Justin's eyes bore into mine. His voice was like honeycomb, but with distinct ridges. I soon fell into the trance I'd thought I'd escaped. Under his trance.