Summary: You become trapped in the aftermath of the battle in Mission City and your phobia of the dark is beginning to consume you | your breathing hitched and you believed you were dying, that the darkness was killing you.
Word Prompt(s): incandescent [adj.] glowing, radiant, brilliant, zealous | nyctophobia [n.] extreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Reader/Autobot [platonic | reader = human; gender not specified; +21]
Setting: post 2007 bayfilm [not long after the battle of Mission City]
Word Count: 304
Tags/Warnings: reader-centric; descriptive panic attack; angst; phobia; implied violence
It felt like a ton of bricks were crushing your chest.
You really wish they had.
Instead, the ton of bricks and assorted rubble were littered around you, - entombing your body.
It felt like your throat was raw from choking on thick billows of sm