wednesday: *hugs tyler from behind*
tyler: not that i'm complaining, but what are you doing?
wednesday: you said you needed a little spoon.
tyler: for my coffee, cockroach, i meant for my coffee.
tyler: sure is dark in here.
wednesday:
tyler: i'm not scared or anything.
wednesday:
tyler: i mean, who's scared of the dark these days? not me. no, sir.
wednesday: do you want me to hold your hand?
tyler:
tyler: yes, please.
Summary: Reader is a Dove and gets visions in a similar fashion to Wednesday. Good thing Tyler is there to catch them.
CW: Angst (?) if you squint, Established relationship
AN: My first ever request!! I hope this to your liking Nony!! This is set during season 2. Also, this is not beta read so sorry for any mistakes
Cross Posted on AO3
This was dumb.
The longer you and the other nightshade’s remain hidden in the old crypt waiting for Enid to lead Tyler into the trap, the more time you have to second guess your decision.
When Wednesday had first approached you with her plan, you were hesitant. You declined initially, calling her truly insane and implying that she had hit her head too hard when she was thrown from the second floor of Willow Hill. And then she grabbed your arm as you made to leave.
Your head snapped up, your eyes rolled back, and your legs gave out beneath you as a vision flashed in your mind.
Tyler was sitting at a small, round dining table while eating pancakes. He was smiling and laughing as he chatted with someone you couldn’t see. And then he turned to face you and grabbed your hand, holding it as he continued to speak.
When you came to, you were laying on the floor with a pounding headache, a sign you had hit your head when you fell. You stood and dusted off your uniform before going to find Wednesday and agree to join in with her ridiculous idea.
You're brought back to the present at the sound of Enid entering the old crypt, her boots echoing off the stone walls. Following shortly after was a second set of footsteps, Tyler.
“Where’s Wednesday?” Tyler asked. His voice was more raspy than you remembered. “I know you’re not alone.”
Bianca moves first, stepping out from behind the half crumbling wall. “You're right, she’s not.”
Ajax, Bruno, and another one of the sirens followed soon after, all circling around Tyler with swords pointed at him. You, however, remain hidden. You know that you’re supposed to move with the others, to taunt Tyler as they are, to make him turn into the Hyde so that Wednesday can inject him with her serum. But you can’t bring yourself to move. Your legs are rooted in place and your heart rate picks up as your mind reels.
How could you have agreed to this? To subjecting Tyler to another master he doesn’t have a say in choosing. Just because you had a glimpse at a possible future? How selfish were you to do this to the person you claimed to love.
The Hyde roars as Enid shouts Wednesday’s name and you peer over the grave you're hiding behind just in time to see Ajax and Bruno get knocked into a bench, shattering the old wood. The Hyde stalks over to where Enid has fallen against the floor and lifts his large, clawed hand up. Just before his strikes, and likely kills, Enid, You step out from your hiding spot.
“Tyler!” You winch slightly from the echo of your voice in the crypt. The Hyde freezes, its large eyes snapping to you. Slowly, he places the clawed hand down against the stone floor and takes a few large, careful strides in your direction before stopping in front of you. He is so close that you can feel each puff of breath blow against your hair as he makes low rumbling growls.
You pant, suddenly out of breath just from being so close to him after months spent unable to so much as look at him. Your eyes shift rapidly between his. Even in his Hyde form, Tyler’s pale green eyes show through, a sign that it’s still him inside the beast. Tentatively, you reach out a hand, palm up. You let it sit in the space between the two of you as he eyes you cautiously.
“You don’t have to do this…” You whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. “Thornhill doesn’t control you anymore. You don’t have to fight her battles, kill her enemies.”
The Hyde growls at the mention of its dead master and you shush him in response. “I know… I know. All I’m saying is… You can make a choice here.. You don’t have to be what they expect of you… I know that you’re not a monster. You’re Tyler Galpin. A sweet boy who spent weeks working on latte art for my birthday and took me on whirlwind dates. You’re my Tyler…”
Tears well in your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. But still, you can see the Hyde’s expression soften from anger and caution to recognition. “Come with me. We can leave Jericho, go anywhere you want. Start a new life together…”
You shift your hand, still held out in between your bodies, to draw his attention to it again. He looks from your hand to your face several times before finally he lifts one large hand and carefully sets it in yours.
The moment his hand touches yours, another vision crashes through your mind. Pictures rapidly flash before your eyes. Photos of you and Tyler. And a child with Tyler’s mop of curly hair and bright smile.
When you come to, the first thing you register is that your head doesn’t hurt like it normally does after a vision. The second thing you register is the arms wrapped around you. You look up and see Tyler’s worried eyes looking right back. You smile, lifting a hand up to cup his cheek and he leans into the touch, allowing his eyes to shut for a moment.
“You caught me.”
“I always do.” Tyler responds simply, as if it’s common sense, before admitting, “I missed you.”
summary: you’ve had your eye on tyler for a while. something tells you it would be easy to become his master..
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You just moved to Jericho a few weeks back, just exploring really after your parents put you into Nevermore for acting up in your hometown. You werent necessarily interested in having friends, you studied alone and did everything on your own. One day you found the top student, Wednesday’s, notebook about every monster known. Strangely you werent necessarily interested drawn to Hydes. They seemed easy to tame and become a master to..
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You always had a coffee or treat at the cafe on the corner in town. Nothing ever raised your suspicions until you started paying attention to Tyler, the barista. He was the guy who always made small compliments to you, or just had a warm welcoming spirit. After you noticed his cuts and weird scars you were hooked onto his energy. You knew from the day you met him he was different.. he was a hyde. Soon enough you started stalking him, following where he went after work everyday, and tried to recognize a possible master. You noticed he had some sort of schedule. After closing he would head straight to the woods, where he would turn and go hunt.
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On a random thursday in January you followed him into his small shack he had in the middle of nowhere. He was midway into turning to a hyde when you appeared in front of him. He started growling and stepping towards you, until he noticed your nonchalantness. “You..” His voice cracked slightly as he tried calming down, “You shouldn’t be here.” His breathing was ragged as he approached you slowly. “I know what you are and I know how to help, Tyler.” You replied calmly, you mimicked his movement by approaching him as well. He was still distrustful, “You don’t know me.” He spat out. “I know enough. You need a master who can channel all your energy.” You reply softly. His jaw tightens as he stops turning to a hyde, he still keeps his distance. “You should’ve stayed away.” He truly didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t know what other choice he had. “You think you can control me but you’re wrong..” He snapped. “I think you want me to try.” You answered, your eyes dark and unreadable to him. He looked down at you, seemingly waiting for his next command. “Do you trust me?” You ask him, stepping closer. He nods hesitantly as he avoids your gaze.
Before you knew it, you had him tied down in a chair you pulled from his dining area. You were following the steps in the book you stole, one by one. You had the shot ready to inject him with and all the spells. All you had to do was carry them out. “Are you sure you trust me, Tyler?” You ask with wary eyes, you didn’t want him getting into something he didn’t want to. Deep down you knew he wanted to though, especially with you. He nodded as he looked up at you. You hadn’t even noticed your hand was holding his chin up, why did you feel like this? You felt a small pit of this new feeling in your stomach. Could it possibly be love, did you care for Tyler?
You continued with your measures and steps as you stopped and walked up to him. He was looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, literally willing to do anything for you at any moment. Even kill for you. That same feeling in your stomach came back as he looked up at you. You felt urself gravitating towards him, suddenly you were holding his hair back. “Y/n, you’re beautiful..” He confessed quietly. You widened your eyes, no man had ever called you beautiful. You couldn’t stop your self from saying, “You’re handsome too, Tyler.” He grinned as he looked down to his tied hands, weirdly it looked he got off on being tied and controlled by you. You caught yourself smiling too. Quickly wiping the smile off your face you get back to the spell. He keeps calling out to you, telling you you’re gorgeous, even begging you to come back. So you listen. He tried holding your hands as he struggled with the rope around his own. “why are you acting like this?” You mutter out. “I need you” He whispered.
He needed you?
He needed you..
You slowly blindfolded him. “Before the spell i suppose we can have fun, right?” You murmured into his ear. He shivered at the touch of your hands around his eyes and head. “Whatever you want.” He sighed happily, willing to do anything you said. God, he was pathetic for you. Slowly you got into his lap and he groaned. He could die from just one touch. “Please..” He rasped, his chest heaving slowly as he almost panted for you. “I got you don’t worry.” You said as you ran your hand up to his shoulder, “Can I kiss you, Tyler?” He nodded desperately, his blindfold almost falling off before you tied it back tightly. You leaned in and felt his shallow gasps on your neck and jaw. You wanted to tease but you knew damn well how bad you wanted it too. You pressed a short kiss onto his soft lips gently, before letting it continue. He kept trying to let his hands free to touch you in any way possible. “Please, god, let me touch you” He pleaded against your lips, he sounded almost as if he was crying, but you ignored it. You smiled and tapped his chest, “Where’s the fun in that?” You chuckled against his ear. He groaned audibly louder than the last time, biting his lip to suppress the emotions he was feeling. This definitely got a reaction out of you as you widened your eyes. “Tyler.” He whimpered and stopped moving, “I’m sorry.. you just. I can’t handle it” He cried out. He was sobbing under you, tears soaking his blindfold. Jesus, just put him out of his misery. You untied his hands and he quickly threw the rope as he grabbed your face to pull you into a kiss. You leaned in immediately kissing him back, you could taste the salty tears dribbling down from his eyes to his lips. His hands were all over you as he accidentally fell off the chair pulling you with him. He pulled the blind fold off and stopped to look at you, his eye bags were red and puffy as he wiped them. He was analyzing you, taking in all your features and beauty.. “You can’t ‘tame’ me until tomorrow deal?” He practically begged as he looked up at you from the ground. You nodded urgently putting her hand out to shake on it. He pulled her hand to lead her over to his makeshift bedroom.
“Thank you.. Master.”
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+(no spell checks or proofreads sorry if messy)
+(not writing full smut yet since i’m a beginner, maybe soon!)
A/N: Hey guys, as you’ll tell by the end I’m going to be doing a part 3 to this - which I think will be the last part of this “series”. I’m following the plot of the show for these ones but if you like this dynamic or just have a similar idea (or any idea at all for any character or fandom) send a request and I can do one shots based off a similar dynamic.
Also all the “wednesday” and “enid” is just because of the body swap episode, so it’s how tyler would see it - if that makes sense.
Credits for borders
“Enid, we have to go.”
“We don’t have y/n yet.”
Tyler watched as he backed up against one of the cell doors as the little red-haired girl tried to get “Wednesday” to leave the facility. Banging could be heard from inside the cell across from them as “Enid” in her werewolf form tried to get out.
“She’s not here.” “She has to be”
Tyler’s breath grew heavier as he leaned further onto the door. To an outsider, it might have looked like he was trying to get his balance, but in reality, he was listening out for someone.
From the other side, he could hear the faintest cries, practically silent against the raging noise happening in the area. It was your voice, calling out for Enid and Wednesday. Calling out for anyone to help you.
Tyler looked back to the two girls who were fighting over whether they would leave or not, then over to his mother and Isaac, who were both too focused on the machine that was buzzing away.
There was a part of Tyler that wanted to be selfish. To keep you safe in the cell, then take you with him. He could apologize and explain everything, and you would believe him. You would be... friends again.
Looking back at Isaac, though, Tyler knew you would never be safe around his family.
You would never be safe around him.
Subtly, Tyler reached behind himself, unlatching the lock of the door. He knew it was selfish, that he should just let the other.s
A door swung open, but it was not the cell you were lying in. “Enid” roared as she burst through the cell door, her eyes instantly locking on Tyler.
It seemed the rage Wednesday felt towards the boy manifested in her wolf transformation.
Tyler tried to gasp for air as the creature tightened its grasp around his neck. In what could be his final moments, he looked down, seeing that there was a gap between the cell door and the wall. He had successfully opened the door.
“Wednesday, we need to go.” ‘Wednesday’ called to the wolf, who turned her head to the pair. Growling once more, the beast threw Tyler to the side, the lack of pressure now allowing the cell you were in to swing open.
“Wednesday!” The red-haired girl yelled, but the wolf ignored her, entering the cell and dragging you out by biting the back of your shirt.
Realizing it was you, “Wednesday,” and the red-haired girl quickly ran over, picking you up from either side, running as well as they could to get you out of there.
Tyler watched from his spot, barely sitting up properly as his head ached from the collision. Still, he needed to make sure you were getting out safely.
He watched as you stirred as they carried you, clearly coming in and out of consciousness. Still, you’re eyes landed on Tyler, and he felt his heart stop for a moment.
You looked confused and scared, but you looked straight at him. You were looking to him for comfort.
As you were taken away, you’re arm lifted ever so slightly, reaching out for Tyler and-
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Tyler's eyes bolted open.
His heart was already pounding as he quickly looked around the room, unfamiliar with the location. As his eyes adjusted, memories of the night before returned to him.
They were still in the vet.
He looked down at his arm, noticing the small bruise that had formed from where the needle had entered. It hurt to look at.
It had nothing to do with the pain; Tyler had been stabbed with much stronger weapons than a needle. No, it hurt to be reminded of you. Of what he had allowed to happen.
Turning his head, he could see his mom and Isaac speaking to each other in a hushed whisper. “Mom?” He spoke softly, happy to see that she had made it through the operation.
Both siblings turned to Tyler, Francoise smiling widely at the sight of her son. “Sweetie,”
“You’re alive,” Tyler almost questioned and his mother wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug.
“You’ve been out for hours” Isaac gave Tyler a quick pat on the back. Francoise’s sickness seemed to distract them enough, but the argument they had right before still lingers. Tyler didn't trust that Isaac knew what he was doing.
Or if he did, he didn;t care about how it would effect anyone.
Still, Tyler was happy not to have lost his mother again.
“We gotta move,” Isaac ordered, as he began collecting his things. Still barely awake, Tyler nodded, wanting to just get out of the office. “What’s the plan?”
Isaac grinned widely. “We save your mother and we make the Adamms family pay for their sins,” Tyler felt Francoise squeeze him a little tighter, smiling widely at the information.
Tyler was happy about his mother’s saving, but he would be lying if he wasn't also a little happy about the Adams family defeat as well.
They had been the source of a lot of pain in his life; he wasn't against giving them a taste of their own medicine.
“Hopefully that little pixie is there with them.”
Ty; er’s blood went cold at Isaac's additional statement.
“What?” He looekd to Isaac, waiting for him to continue. To justify why he would say something so concerning.
Isaac smiled, shaking his head in awe as he thought back to the experiment. “I mean, you saw her, right? She’s special. I’ve never known a pixie to be able to lose that much blood and survive.”
Tyler clenched his fist, his nails digging deeply into his hand as he tried to keep himself calm. Isaac was so shamelessly admitting he thought you were going to die that he had lied to Tyler. Tyler wanted nothing more than to attack his 'uncle', but he knew his mother hated to see him in his Hyde form.
“But you already took extra blood; we don't need any more,” Tyler spoke through gritted teeth.
“Well, maybe not NEED but…come on,” Isaac chuckled, as if the answer was clear as day and Tyler was stupid for not noticing. “It would be a waste to just give up that power source. I mean think of all the things we could do.”
“She’s not just a power source,” Tyler growled, trying his best to seem still neutral on you. “She’s a human being, how do you expect us to keep a hold of her?”
“Well, she’s a pixie, not a human,” Isaac pointed out smugly, only to be met with a growl from Tyler. Isaac chuckled a bit, as if the Hyde in front of him was nothing but a clueless child. “But- you also saw her in the bunker. Yeah she stuck in the corner, but she would have come around. We can convince her to stay with us willingly… even if we have to kidnap her first."
Seeing her son still did not seem convinced, Francoise put a hand on his back, rubbing it softly. “Oh don’t worry, we’ll treat her well,” She smiled, brushing some of Tyler’s hair off his face. “I’ve seen how sad you’ve been since she left. Wouldn't you be much happier with her around.”
Tyler stared at his mother as she sweetly dotted on him, as if they were talking about a crush, not a kidnapping victim.
Still, there was a bit of him that thought it sounded nice. The fucked up version of him that still wanted to have a family, and have you there with the. Most of all, Tyler wanted to believe Francoise was a good person and that she would treat you well.
But looking at the subtle smirk Isaac held, he knew it wasn't true.
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You sat in the corner of the ballroom, watching as Wednesday and Enid ran around sorting things out. You knew it wasn't their intention to leave you behind; there was a lot going on.
Still, it did contrast with how they had been acting that morning.
“There shouldn't be a single second you’re not with someone.”
“If anyone comes near you that you don't know, stab them with this.”
“Wednesday! She can't bring a knife to the ball.”
"Yes, she can, and she is expected to have other weapons on her as well."
You giggled at the memory. They were trying their best to keep you safe, and that’s all you asked of them. Still, you wouldn't mind actually getting to enjoy the dance, especially if you weren't included in all the scheming going on.
Standing up, you felt woozy at the action, almost losing your balance and toppling over.
“I got you.” You looked to see a black and white jester, helping you stand in place. “Thanks, Pugsley,” you smiled, and his mouth opened a bit in shock. “You know it’s me?”
You snorted. “Dude, you're wearing a mask, not a whole new face.” You quite liked his outfit, though other students may snicker, you found it cute. Certainly more creative than yours.
Since the whole “kidnapping thing”, an event that principal Dort convinced you not to tell your parents about until after the school year was over, you didn't have much time to put together a dress. Or anything to wear to the ball.
Enid had let you borrow a dress, and you found a petticoat to make it seem more old-timey. Thing had grabbed you some gloves, and Morticia gave Wednesday some old family jewelry for you to wear.
Still, this was Nevermore High, so you felt severely underdressed compared to the extravagant gowns.
“How is…” Pugsley trailed off, gesturing to your arm. Rolling down the glove, you showed the bruising on your arm from where your blood had been taken.
What was more prominent was the orange veins that spread from the spot halfway up your arm. They almost had a shimmer to them. From what you had been told, that’s not what happened to most people when they give blood.
Puglsey looked in awe. “Wow”
You smiled, happy to see someone appreciate the injury and not just look at it in disgust or a slight envy that made you fear they were after the same thing Isaac was. As much as the whole thing freaked you out, you didn't think it was something to be ashamed of.
“Yep,” You popped the p. “It doesn't hurt anymore, so it’s just a question of how long the marks will be there.” Puglsy frowned, and you tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”
You were used to the younger Addams boy being the energetic one of the family. “I’m sorry,” He apologized, and you shook your head. It wasn't the first time he had apologised for the kidnapping.
“I've told you, you don't have anything to be sorry about.”
“But.. I took you to slurp. I didn't realise he would end up being…evil”
“You didn't realise the zombie with the mechanical heart would be evil?” You snorted, and he lowered his head. “I thought it’d be the fun kind of evil, like Uncle Fester”
You chuckled. “Well, I wouldn't call my experience fun, but I’m safe now, and that’s all that matters.”
You weren’t sure how you actually made it out; all memories after being unhooked from the machine were a blur. Enid had told you that it was due to Wednesday’s, who was in her werewolf body (you missed a chapter while you were gone), and the collision with the door. Still, it seemed unlikely she could have gotten it open without trying to.
You couldn't help but think g of a certain brunette Hyde, whose eyes were the only memory you had engraved in your head. They were so clear, watching you with concern. Like they actually cared.
You had woken up still wrapped in Tyler’s jacket, something Wednesday had offered to burn for you.
Instead, you decided to keep it, for what you claimed was its good quality. For you, it really acted as proof, physical proof, that Tyler still cared. That maybe your friendship had meant something.
“Pugsley,” You and the boy’s gazes both snapped up, being met with his sister. “I have something I need to attend to, I trust you can look after y/n”
Pugsley quickly nodded, and Wednesday turned to you. “How are you?”
“Doing great,” You smiled, and Wednesday simply nodded back, before walking away. Pugsley sighed, clearly expecting more conversation from his sister. “She’s always like this. She never pays attention to me unless it's an emergency.”
You frowned, patting him on the back as you let out a sympathetic hum. “I know, buddy, I’ve been there.” He looked to you. “But, Wednesday has a weird way of showing she cares. The fact she’s doing all this to try and protect the school, and keep the world from ending, that’s how she shows her love.”
“Saving the world from ending is easier than spending time with me?” Pugsley asked, and you thought for a moment.
“For Wednesday? 100%”
You noticed Pugsley was still looking upset. “But I don't mind spending time with you.”
Almost instantly, the Addams boy lit up. It made you sad to see how such a simple action got him so excited. “Do you want to see this cool grave I found?” he asked excitedly, and you nodded. “Let me just go to the bathroom, but I’ll meet you outside.” He nodded, and you both went your respective ways.
Once you were done, you exited the bathroom, leaving for the front of Nevermore. You could see the back of Pugsley, giggling a bit as you watched the bells on his hat jingle as he waited for you to arrive.
You stepped forward to go to meet with him when you heard a growl.
It was a low, quiet growl, but you recognised it. You had heard it plenty of times.
It seemed to be calling for you, wanting to catch your attention.
Looking up to the balcony, there was no sign of anyone, but the corridor leading further into the school seemed to be the only spot not well-lit from the festival lights.
You glance once more at Pugsley before taking a deep breath. He could wait just a little bit, right? Just so you could check on the noise.
You tried not to seem suspicious or too eager as you ran up the stairs, your dress almost tripping you up several times.
You knew you were probably just imagining things. Maybe it was a long-term effect of everything that had happened to you. Still, you had to know for sure.
You took a second to glance back over your shoulder to check on Pugsley when you felt your whole being pulled into the shadows.
You yelped as you felt your body being pushed up against the wall, though there was a lack of real force. You had been pushed into many walls in your lifetime, and this had been the most pleasant, the gentliest.
“You have to leave, ok? Like right now, get on the run”
You blinked, eyes adjusting to see a familiar curly-haired boy, eyes darting around you. Your guess had been correct. “Tyler-”
“There’s a train that comes in an hour, don't pack your things, that will raise suspicion too quickly. Just leave,”
Tyler began pushing you down the hallway in order to coax you to the exit. Even if it wasn't logical to think you would go, Tyler was desperate to keep you away from Isaac and his plans.
“What is-”
“Just trust me on this.”
“Tyler-”
“Please just trust me.” You grabbed Tyler's elbow that was on your back, holding it in place as you turned back around to face him. “Tyler Galpin, I am not going anywhere until you slow down and give me an explanation on what on earth is going on.”
He stared back at you silently for a moment, almost as if he had been snapped out of a panic state. He sighed before his eyes darted downwards at your dress, before meeting your eyes again.
“You look beautiful.”
You gave him an unimpressed look. Maybe the comment did spark some butterflies in your chest, but your frustration with his sudden appearance overpowered any fluttery feeling.
"Yeah, falterry doesn't get you out of this. Why are you here?” You lowered your voice, "You know what people would do if they saw you here."
If Tyler weren't so stressed, he would have smiled. It seemed you cared about his safety as well. Instead, he spoke in a more guilty tone. “I was wrong, ok?”
“I never thought I’d hear those words from your mouth.” You smirked, and Tyler sighed. “Yes, ok, I know. I didn't listen and you….you got really hurt”
Tyler looked at you with such sad eyes; your demeanor instantly changed. You suspected he might feel some guilt; your last memory of him had been pleasant, but you hadn't expected such genuine sorrow to come from him. “And I want to make up for it. I want you to be safe.”
He NEEDED you to be safe.
You swallowed a little bit. “Tyler…I…I don't know what to say.”
“Then don't say anything." He spoke desperately, trying to keep himself from dragging you out of there again. He didn't want to hurt you. "Just please, you need to leave before my family finds you.” You instantly raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I thought they already had enough of my blood?”
Tyler shook his head. “They do, but after… Isaac is greedy. He wants more than he needs. He's dangerous.”
You looked at him, your eyes softening. “If your family is so dangerous, why are you still with them?” You took a step closer to Tyler, looking up at him. His eyes locked onto yours as your fingers reached up over the scar on his face. “I saw how they treat you.”
“She’s my mom, y/n,” Tyler spoke solemnly. “I can’t just leave her. She needs me.”
You lowered your hand and nodded. “And I understand that, Tyler. I respect your decision." You sighed, planting yourself firmly where you stood. "But I can’t trust you if you decide to stay with them."
Your hand was almost completely back to your side, but before it could reach, Tyler grasped it in his own. In doing so, he could see the veins on your arm, where the needle had been.
“It won;t be a one-time thing, they want to keep you forever,” he insisted, his eyes roaming over the patterns. He didn't want to see you keep getting drained like that. ”Please just listen to me. It’ll be constant torture.”
You shivered at the thought. Tyler seemed to be trustworthy, as much as you logically didn't want to, your body screamed to trust him.
“Isaac is preoccupied with Pugsley right now, it gives you the perfect time-”
“What do you mean?”
Tyler’s eyes went wide, quickly closing his mouth as he realized what he said. You stepped closer, forcing him to look at your eyes like he had before. They were now filled with shame.
“What do you mean he’s preoccupied with Pugsley?”
Tyler just stared back at you, his eyes going glassy. He knew he had ruined any trust you had in him with one slip of the tongue.
“He would have got you too,” Tyler spoke quietly. “I needed to separate you so you had a chance of escape.” He reached out for your face, grasping for any warmth from you, as you looked at him, horrified. “Please believe-”
You didn't even let him finish before you broke away, running back towards the light. You ignored Tyler’s pleas as you picked up your pace as you entered the courtyard.
“Pugsley,” You called out, looking between different students as you tried ot find the jester.
“Pugsley!”
You searched, but the boy was nowhere in sight. You froze completely as you were hit with the realisation. You got distracted, and now Pugsley was by himself.
Another person had been taken for the Galpin family's own selfish needs.
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