Bobby's been a shit boyfriend for months. When you disappear through a wall in the basement of Clark's furniture store, you wake up in the Backrooms, where a better version of Bobby is waiting. One who actually shows up, one who loves you, one who never, ever wants to let you go.
‽ part one / concept.
‽ part two.
‽ part three.
⸘ interlude: entity 0
‽ part four.
⸘ interlude: (b) for (b)etter
‽ part five.
‽ part six.
⸘ interlude: eighteen (coming soon)
extras:
҉ - main story canon compliant piece.
Ꮺ୧ shutter speed / camboy!bobby alt verse.
Ꮺ୧ making out w/ better bobby.
Ꮺ୧ better you! ҉
Ꮺ୧ "baby." ҉
Ꮺ୧ "open your mouth."
Ꮺ୧ pillow fort.
Ꮺ୧ in the beginning. ҉
Ꮺ୧ my, what long tongue you have.
Ꮺ୧ sunlight. ҉
Ꮺ୧ slow dancing. ҉
Ꮺ୧ rib time.
Ꮺ୧ conceiving w/ bb. / why seven.
Ꮺ୧ bb watching you w/ bobby. ҉
Ꮺ୧ intimacy hdcs w/ BB.
Ꮺ୧ memories. ҉
Ꮺ୧ cuteness aggression.
Ꮺ୧ twin au: one. / bb & bobby. / two. / three. /
Ꮺ୧ mr. kitty. / more mr kitty. ҉
Ꮺ୧ entity discourse.
Ꮺ୧ tolerance.
Ꮺ୧ giddy.
Ꮺ୧ real face.
Ꮺ୧ poly au: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].
Ꮺ୧ "i know a spot."
Ꮺ୧ dreams. ҉
Ꮺ୧ perfect shot. ҉
Ꮺ୧ pretty thing.
Ꮺ୧ if it purrs, it... ҉
Ꮺ୧ a chase.
Ꮺ୧ ticklish.
⎋ M.E.G. ENTITY 0 — RESEARCH FILE INDEX:
↹ MEG-ENT-0000-ADDM-██ — Restricted Addendum: Reproductive Capability Assessment (Filed Under Protest)
↹ MEG-ENT-0000-IR-0-31 — INCIDENT REPORT — FIELD OBSERVATION
warnings: OBVI 18+ MINORS DNI, NO SPOILERS FOR THE BACKROOMS MOVIE, fueled by a horny combination of recording during sex and shotgunning a blunt, afab reader receiving oral (cause i don’t believe in giving a man head (i’m joking, mostly)), fingering, uhhh no word count cause im too lazy to do those on tumblr sorryyyyy, ALSO GO SEE THE BACKROOMS MOVIE, GO SUPPORT YOUNG FILMMAKERS AND LOCAL THEATERS
“Are you sure about this?” Your hands grip the camcorder carefully, the clunky object heavy in your hands.
Bobby looks up at you from where he’s laid out on the bed, his long fingers hooking the waistband of your cotton shorts and slowly tugging them down. His blue eyes are hazy, blunt hanging from his lips as he nodded.
“Yeah, yeah. Just keep the camera still for me, m’kay?” He winks at you through the lense, enjoying the way your legs twitch.
You hum weakly, letting your head rest back on the pillows as the smell of weed and Bobby’s cologne filled your head. Your eyes stray to the fan overhead, the blades pass by slowly as you count the seconds while Bobby slowly kisses his way up your legs, easing them over his shoulders.
“You with me?” He pauses above your covered cunt, taking a slow drag from the blunt before parting his lips and letting the hot smoke breeze over the wet fabric of your panties, making you jolt.
“Mm- Y-yeah,” you stutter over the fuzziness in your brain that comes from the pleasant buzz of cannabis. Bobby’s hand grasps yours, lifting the camera with a practiced ease.
“Keep me in focus.” The words are murmured into the skin below your belly button, igniting that familiar fire in your navel and causing the hairs on your neck to stand up.
At your nod, Bobby takes another hit of the blunt before leaning down. His lips meet the puffy folds of your cunt and with a slow exhale, the smoke glazes over your panties again. It’s punctuated by a slow lick that spreads the wet patch on your panties.
His nose nudges your clit and he chuckles at the pleasured noise that drips from your lips. The soft buzz of the camera lets him know your zooming in, soaking in the heated, fuzzy look in his eyes and the way he’s sitting open-mouthed against your pussy.
The smell of your arousal is much stronger when he’s this close. And it mixes with the smell of weed in a way that Bobby salivates. His impatience starts bleeding through his high mind and finally, Bobby hooks a finger through the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side to reveal your dripping folds.
It’s a pretty sight, the puff of your folds, the glistening slick of arousal, the choked sound you make as the cold air hits your exposed pussy. He almost wishes he had the camcorder with him so he could immortalize this forever.
Bobby takes one more slow drag from the blunt, eyes meeting yours over the camera. With a nip to the meat of your inner thigh, Bobby slips the blunt into your hand, right in the small gap between your index and middle finger. Ash falls off the edge of it, scattering over your skin.
Your wince turns into a choked moan when Bobby’s mouth finally greets your pussy. His tongue is heavy with saliva and heat as he greedily tastes you for all your worth. He swaps between suckling at your clit and slipping his tongue between your folds. It’s a vicious cycle that leaves you feeling floaty and loose.
You legs give weak twitches when Bobby’s tongue glazes over your clit, tightening around his head to bring him closer when he pulls away to breathe. The camcorder shakes in your hands and Bobby notices.
He pinches your thigh as he withdraws from you slightly. “C’mon baby, keep the camera still. Like I showed you.” He licks his lips, groaning at the sweet taste of you as he watches you readjust the camera. When he’s satisfied with the angle, he lays back down, kissing your clit sweetly like he was rewarding you.
“Fuck-” You moan as he slips his tongue back into your folds, his calloused thumb doing figure eights over your clit as his other hand massages your thigh.
The dual stimulation continues and he gets lost in it, eyes shutting as he continues to make out with your pussy. At a certain point your hips start grinding against his face and hand, desperately chasing that high that you’ve been needing since Bobby proposed this idea.
His thumb leaves your clit, his index and middle finger accompanying his tongue in your aching walls. Bobby effectively swapped places with his mouth and fingers, lapping at your clit as his fingers leisurely take you apart from the inside out. Every stroke and curl makes your breath hitch and whine as you do your best to keep the camcorder stable.
“Bobby- I’m gonna-” You keen, lips parting for a stilted moan as his fingers speed up. The strokes turn quicker, his saliva drips down your clit and spills into your hole.
He mumbles something against your overstimulated bundle of nerves, tongue flattening against it as he curls his fingers against that spongy spot in your velvety walls. He murmurs vague pieces of praise that leaves your feet curling and back arching as you cum with a loud whine.
Bobby withdraws his fingers, licking them clean before he leans back in to lick you clean. Sweat drips down your back and your thighs are sticky with cum and spit. You vaguely register Bobby’s warm hands taking the camcorder from you, his spit soaked fingers snatching the blunt from you.
He places the blunt in his lips, freeing his hand to massage your ass slowly. Bringing you down from your high.
Blinking quickly, your flushed cheeks are hot to the touch and your eyes are fogged from the weed and now that pretty post orgasmic glaze. You register Bobby more clearly now, his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He’s sat up, your thighs resting at his hips. He cradles the camera in his other hand but he watches you patiently.
When a bit more clarity hits your eyes, he smiles, taking the blunt out of his mouth and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. The taste of your cum sits on his tongue as he moans against you, smoke filling both of your mouths as he hips twitching as he grinds his dick against your pussy. The cloth drags on your overstimulated clit and you whine agaisnt Bobby’s lips as he pulls away.
His fingers tap against the still recording camcorder as he furrows his brows. He chews on his bottom lip as his eyes drag away from the camcorder screen to look at you. “There’s still space left on the tape.”
Summary: Your marriage to Aerion had finally become everything it was meant to be. You were expecting, your future had never looked brighter, and for the first time in years, you were truly happy.
Then you disappeared.
When you return weeks later, Aerion wants nothing more than to believe you’ve come back to him. But, the woman who came back is not quite the same as the one who left.
Pairing: Husband! Aerion x Wife! reader
WC: 2.4k
Warnings: 18+, smut, obsession x backrooms! (no spoilers), no use of a one wish willow, everyone is still alive, takes place during that time period, horror aspects, missing memories, brief mentions of a pregnancy, fade to black at the end.
part two
Aerion's breath warmed the cuff of your ear as he pressed his body against yours, "You're all mine, aren't you?"
Your moans muffled as your head was pressed against the pillow. You lifted your head, breathing through the pleasure that you felt deep in your bones— "Yes, husband."
He delivered a deep and hard thrust, "that's not what you're supposed to say."
"Yes, my prince." You whined, the heat building in your belly.
Aerion loved to have you on your stomach, your body pressed into the sheets as he fucked you sensless. He loved watching his cock disappear inside you and have his seed fill you, you were his and only his until death.
"You are so deep." You rasped.
He grunted, a sense of amusement within him at those words.
"Finish for me, finish for your dragon."
There was something about how he handled you in bed, how stern and in control he was. To the rest of the realm you were the wife to the cruel and impossible prince, probably controlled and mistreated— but that wasn't the case. In plenty of ways, you had Aerion wrapped around your finger and his attitude turned you on.
You were no dragon, but you were a freak like him.
Your cunt clenched around Aerion's cock, your loud cries of pleasure no longer able to be muffled by the pillow.
"That's it, that's it." He cooed, his thrusts getting messier and faster.
When he was close to his own release, he no longer spoke— but his fingers dug into your flesh, his eyes completely locked on your body.
"Gods." He groaned, as his cock twitched inside you.
You could feel the warmth of his seed painting your walls, his cock driving his seed even deeper.
Aerion waited a mere minute before gently pulling out, leaving you on the bed.
"Clean yourself up and get dressed, we have a busy day today—"
You turned over in the bed, pulling the sheets over your body.
"I am aware, Aerion."
He glanced up at you as he tucked himself back into his trousers, "Aerion, is what you're calling me now? Not husband?"
You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes— watching him.
"Aerion is your name, is it not, dear husband?"
"I will have food sent so that you can eat. You must make sure that you've eaten, now that you are carrying my child."
Aerion left your shared chambers without another word, which did not bother you as it would most noblewomen.
You had only found out that you were pregnant just two moons ago, but Aerion had been hovering and overly protective ever since. No lord should even look at you in an less than desirable way or Aerion would pluck the eye that offended him.
Your marriage was not perfect by most standards, but it was tolerable. Aerion had his days, just as you did— but it was never anything too far. You trusted him, despite any rumors that you had heard before marriage.
He was your husband and you accepted him, allowed him to have his sanctuary within you. You were hopeful that one day others could understand him as you did.
You lingered in the bed for a few more minutes as you had a bath prepared, your hand instinctively resting on your belly.
Your mind wondered on what your child would be like, who they look like, how being a father would change Aerion.
They were things that you admittedly looked forward to, even when you probably should've been worried.
You took your bath and took your time, allowing the steam to swarm you while you relaxed.
The food that they brought was unappetizing, your nose scruched at the mere smell of it. It wasn't anything different from what you'd normally eat, but the pregnancy had made you sensitive to smell and extremely picky.
You decided to eat the grapefruit that was on the tray, it was the one thing that wouldn't make you vomit.
Once you were done with your bath and dressed, you made your way outside— walking past the gates to go pick some of the berries from a bush that had grown. The berries made for the perfect jam, jam was a staple for biscuits when you broke your fast.
Aerion found the taste too bitter, but it was just perfect for you.
You shouldn't have been out past the gates alone or at all— but Aerion could wait. Normally council meetings always held him up longer than he intended.
You walked a bit further, your eyes catching notice of a few more berry bushes.
The sky clouded above you—the sky was a deep, darkened grey color. The wind blew, but nothing out of the ordinary— nothing that prompted urgency.
You liked to go on walks and have time by yourself—without scheming ladies by your side, a knight on your toes, or your husband hovering.
As you picked the last few berries, stuffing them in the jar that you had— you began to walk back.
You took one step before stopping in your tracks, the glass jar dropping from your hands and shattering near your feet.
Your hand twitched as if you no longer had control of it, your eyes wide as if you'd seen a ghost.
Something was wrong…
It was not unusual that you kept Aerion waiting, but that day he was annoyed. He did not feel like waiting and he shouldn't have had to, you had ample time to get dressed.
His annoyance quickly faded into worry when no one had seen you— not Ser Donnell, your friends, your good father, nor any of the servants. It was weird and it was unlike you.
The kingsguard sacked the city and surrounding areas by order of Baelor and King Daeron, looking for you.
You were pregnant and the wife to a prince of the blood, they feared for your safety.
Aerion paced his chambers, berating everyone that came in with no news of your return. They were useless and stopping him from searching, surely he could find you and do a better job.
"My wife is fucking missing, my pregnant wife, might I add!—"
"It is your duty to follow her and protect her, yet you did not do it. I should have your head fed to the hounds." Aerion roared, talking to Ser Donnell.
"Enough." Baelor spoke.
Aerion's head snapped towards Baelor's direction.
"You would not be so calm, if it were your own lady wife missing. Do not tell me how to react or what is enough, uncle."
Maekar stood from his chair, grabbing Aerion's arm and yanking him out into the hall.
"Idiot."
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The search continued, but it failed to yield anything of note— not even what direction that you could've went in.
A few hours later, a knight found the broken jar stuffed with berries— bringing it to King Daeron, Baelor, and Maekar.
The broken jar sat on King Daeron's desk, the fire illuminating his solar.
"You found it where?" Daeron questioned the knight.
"Just a few feet outside of the gates to the city, your grace."
Daeron nodded and signaled for the knight to leave them.
"Very well, thank you for bringing it. Make no mention of it being found to Aerion, we do not need him doing anything reckless."
The knight bowed, leaving the room.
All three of them shared glances, a sigh leaving Daeron's mouth.
"Is it hers?" Daeron asked Maekar.
Maekar pinched the bridge of his nose, "yes. Aerion had made mention of her occasionally collecting berries for jam in a jar."
"We have a problem then." Baelor chimed in, twisting his rings.
"Indeed, we do." Daeron muttered.
Four moons later…
You stumbled back to the red keep— one boot on while your other foot was bare, your hair wet from the rain, a different gown from what you left in, blood on your hands that did not come from you. You were barely recognizeable, absentmindly stumbling around.
Ser Donnell saw you and immediately rushed to you, unable to believe his eyes.
"Lady Targaryen?" He spoke.
Your eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open as you collapsed in his arms.
Aerion rushed through the halls, pushing anyone that stood in his way and stopped him from getting to you.
The door to your chambers flung open, Aerion rushing in. "Is it—"
His words hung in his throat when he saw you, Baelor and Maekar both present in the room with the Maester.
You flinched when you saw him, taking a step away from the Maester.
Was that really Aerion? or was it a trick, a mimic of him?
Aerion's eyes flickered over you frame, taking in every big and small change that had occured. His eyes were immediately caught on your stomach, it was not big and round like it should've been at this stage. It was flatter than before you left, which was not possible.
"Where have you been?" Aerion rudely questioned.
Baelor signaled for Maekar to stop Aerion from approaching you and upsetting you. Maekar brought Aerion outside, Baelor and the Maester following.
The door shut with a soft thud behind them.
"It seems, my prince, that she has suffered greatly in her absence. She has lost a significant amount of weight, and has not spoken a single word since she was brought back."
"Do you believe that she might have been kidnapped?" Baelor questioned.
"I cannot say, but she does not have markings on her body that consist of being held against her will."
"What of our child?" Aerion interruped, moving closer to the Maester.
"I am afraid that she is no longer pregnant—"
"I can only assume that with what she might've experinced, she lost the pregnancy."
Aerion flexed his jaw in disbelief at the Maester's words. He wanted to bash his skull in right there in the hall, he was useless— a pathetic excuse of a Maester.
"Will she be okay?" Maekar inquired.
The Maester all but shrugged his shoulders, "only time will tell."
You stood in the same spot as the Maester left you, your eyes glanced around your room— noticing how dust clung to things, how everything was the same as you left it.
How many days, weeks, or moons had it been?
You didn't even know anymore, because time didn't move the same there— nothing was the same.
That was the scary part, it felt familiar— but it was all wrong.
It was wrong in a way that shouldn't exist, a way that kept you from truly sleeping.
Even your body felt wrong, like it didn't even belong to you and maybe it didn't.
The storm that was in the sky inched closer and closer to the city, the sound of lightning being heard nearby. You had some light in your room, but in there you had very little.
You don't even remember how you got out—you just remembered walking for what felt like an eternity, walking until your feet felt numb.
You would've never been stuck there, if you hadn't gone to pick berries— it was your fault.
You didn't even truly remember how you got there—but you must've wandered off too far.
Aerion stormed back into the room, the door hitting the wall with a loud crack.
"Is this a game to you? You’ve had everyone worried about your wellbeing and you've come back, but will not speak."
Maekar raced in after him, trying to stop him— Baelor following.
Something in you snapped at that moment.
You ran into Aerion's arms, sobbing as your head pressed against him.
"I am so sorry, my love.. I—"
"Forgive me." You sobbed.
Aerion was angry, but also confused. What was there to forgive? What did you do?
He lifted your chin, holding it between his two fingers.
"You will tell me the truth, wife. No more of this nonsense, I will not tolerate it."
"Aerion, stop it!" Baelor demanded.
You glanced at him, staring through your wet eyelashes.
"Okay—"
"I was.."
You sentence was interrupted, like you had just noticed what was happening, like you had snapped back to a moment that didn't make sense.
"What the fuck?" You yelled with confusion, pushing Aerion and stumbling back.
Aerion flinched in fear as you knocked over a table, stumbling back and putting yourself into a corner.
Baelor stepped forward carefully.
"Are you alright?—"
"There's no need to be frightened. You are home and completely safe."
Your heart raced and your eyes flickered around the room, your mind confused on how you got back. When did you get back?
They decided to leave you be and allow you to have time to yourself, because you were clearly overwhelmed— but there were more questions than answers.
Someone had done something to you.
That night, Aerion didn't want you to be alone. He had tea brought to you before bed and slept beside you. He was confused and admittedly scared, he didn’t recognize you as the woman that he'd married.
Nothing from the time that you had arrived until you had fallen asleep made sense. You barely talked, looked at food as it were foreign, and you were fearful of him — something that you had never been.
Aerion laid in the bed, drifting in and out of sleep. His eyes opened to find that you had left the bed.
He called your name, his eyes scanning the dark room.
You stood in the corner, the darkest corner in the room— facing the wall.
Aerion heard you snickering to yourself, mumbling things barely above a whisper.
He slowly walked over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.
You jumped, a terrified look on your face.
"Save me." You pleaded, grabbing his hand— tears streaming your cheeks.
Aerion glanced at you in confusion, not understanding what you meant.
"Save you from who? What do you mean?"
"I'm still stuck there.. I never left." You whispered back, your hand trembling.
He froze, his heart in his throat at your words. All of this was so unlike you.
"Stuck where?" He questioned, his words coming out shaky.
"In the dungeons." You muttered.
How were you stuck in the dungeons? That was not possible.
"Hurry.. before she feeds me to the maggots." You cried.
Aerion began to pull back from you, his chest rising and falling fast.
You gripped onto his hand.
"No, no, no— don't leave me like this. I thought you loved me!"
Then it was as if a switch flipped.
You calmly pulled your hand away, staring around and wondering how you were standing in a corner.
"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that."
Aerion watched as you walked away from him as if nothing had happened, like you didn't say those things.
He didn't know what had happened to you, but you weren't his wife.
Synopsis: A hidden passage behind an abandoned mall leads Sukuna and his friends into a place that shouldn't exist. Endless hallways, impossible rooms, and something lurking in the darkness turns what should have been a simple exploration into something far more unsettling.
Cw: Backrooms au, found footage, modern au, characters are in their early 20's which is why they're making dumb decisions, liminal space horror, unsettling atmosphere, horror elements, smut (f), fate unknown
Toji sat on the interior of a small tent he had set up inside one of the empty stores. One hand reached into the package of cookies while his other hovered around the mousepad, making some adjustments to the video he had recently recorded.
Ever since he was a little kid, Toji had been fascinated by abandoned buildings. Exploring them always filled him with excitement and wonder, captivated by the mysteries they carried. Every abandoned place had a story. Most of the time the answer was obvious: a failed business, financial troubles, owners who could no longer keep the doors open. Other times there was no explanation at all, only rumors and unanswered questions left behind to rot alongside the walls. Those were always his favorites.
Abandoned places possessed a strange allure, a magnetic pull that attracted both the curious and the reckless. There was something exhilarating about stepping into a place that time had forgotten, walking through corridors where no one was supposed to be. Dust settled where crowds once gathered, silence lingered where voices had once echoed, and every shadow felt as though it was hiding something just out of sight.
What always excited him most, however, was the feeling at the back of his mind that despite being alone, he wasn't truly alone; and sometimes that feeling turned out to be right. During several expeditions, he had encountered homeless people living inside the buildings. Usually, he would apologize for disturbing them while filming and simply edit that part out later to respect their privacy. Other times he'd ended up sprinting for his life when they decided they didn't appreciate unexpected visitors.
Regardless, he wasn't about to abandon his hobby because of a few bad experiences.
Currently, he was in an abandoned underground mall from the 90’s that he had read about online. The article hadn't specified exactly why the mall had shut down. It only mentioned that an incident had occurred one day, forcing the entire complex to close permanently. The entrances had been sealed off long ago, hidden behind fences and warning signs, but Toji knew exactly where to look for openings forgotten by the public.
Luckily, he had discovered an abandoned warehouse only six minutes away from the mall. The warehouse had been locked down as well, but after years of neglect the chains securing the entrance had become heavily oxidized.
For someone like Toji, that wasn't much of a challenge. The back of his truck was filled with tools for situations exactly like this. All he had needed was a steel strapping cutter to cut away the rusted metal.
Inside the warehouse, he discovered a narrow tunnel leading in the direction of the mall. The opening was partially hidden behind stacked debris and old structural supports, as if it had been intentionally forgotten rather than simply abandoned. Judging by its structure and the faint remnants of industrial markings along the walls, it appeared to be an old cargo route once used by employees to transport merchandise directly into the underground facility, long before the place was sealed off.
Toji hopped back inside his truck and drove through the tunnel. Darkness swallowed everything beyond the reach of his headlights. Concrete walls stretched endlessly on either side, stained by decades of moisture and neglect. The deeper he drove, the quieter the world became. Even the distant sounds from outside disappeared entirely, leaving only the low hum of the engine accompanying him through the darkness.
Eventually, the tunnel finally opened into a section of the mall.
Inside, the first thing Toji did was look for the control room—luckily he was able to locate it quickly. The metal door groaned loudly as he pushed it open, the sound echoing through the empty building. A stale smell immediately greeted him; a mixture of dust, mildew, and old electrical wiring that had sat untouched for decades. Rows of dark monitors lined the walls. Most were covered in a thick layer of dust. Once he spotted the electrical panel, he began flipping switches one by one. A few fluorescent lights flickered awake somewhere inside the building, bathing the corridors in a cold bluish-white glow reminiscent of daylight. Others remained dead no matter how many times he tried, leaving large sections of the mall drowned in darkness.
The silence that followed felt heavier than it had been seconds ago.
Walking to the center of the complex, Toji stopped and stared. The mall contained four levels. The top floor—where he had entered and located the control room—overlooked the third and second levels below. Then there was the first. Even from above, the final floor looked wrong. Dark stagnant water covered nearly half of it, stretching across the abandoned storefronts like an underground lake. The surface remained still, broken only by the occasional drip falling from the ceiling far below. Years without circulation had transformed the water into a breeding ground for mold, algae, and bacteria. The smell drifted upwards through the open center of the mall in damp waves, carrying the scent of rot, mildew, and decaying concrete. The water reflected the surviving cold lights overhead.
After settling inside an abandoned store and setting up his tent, he made sure he had everything he needed before recording.
The mall was far too large to fit into a single twenty-minute video, so he had already decided to divide the exploration into multiple parts. He could practically see the title already. “I Explored a Completely Abandoned Underground Mall (You Won't Believe What I Found)” or something equally ridiculous. Even if he didn't discover anything particularly exciting, there was no harm in making the title more dramatic. More views meant more revenue, and YouTube happened to be his primary source of income.
Toji grabbed another cookie while making the final adjustments to the video. Just as he finished saving the file, his phone rang. It was honestly a miracle he still had signal in a place like this. Only a single bar remained, and he suspected even that would disappear the moment he ventured deeper into the building.
Pulling out his phone, he checked the notification. A message from his girlfriend. She was asking how things were going and how much longer he planned to stay.
Toji immediately snapped a selfie, flashing a peace sign towards the camera.
Toji: Finished exploring the first top floors. Going to check out the second one next so I might head back soon. Still debating whether I want to explore the last floor though. The whole thing is flooded with dirty water up to my ankles, but I could probably just wear some rain boots.
Almost immediately, another message appeared.
Wifey: Be safe.
Wifey: I love you.
Toji smiled at the message, the corners of his lips lifting. He sent back a bunch of heart emojis, followed by a thumbs-up, before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
Time to get back to work.
For a moment he remained sitting at the entrance of the tent, finishing the last cookie from the package. His gaze wandered across the dark store he had chosen as his temporary camp. Sleeping inside an abandoned mall probably wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done, but it certainly wasn't the dumbest either. Compared to some of the places he had explored before, this was practically luxury.
The underground mall remained silent around him. No footsteps echoed through the corridors. No distant conversations. No sounds of traffic from outside. Just the occasional drip of water somewhere on the lower floors and the faint hum of the lights he had managed to bring back to life. The silence was strange, but Toji had grown used to it after years of exploring forgotten places.
Letting out a small sigh, he stretched his arms above his head until his shoulders popped. The mall was massive. Much bigger than he originally expected. Even after spending hours wandering through it, he still felt as if entire sections were waiting to be discovered.
After finishing the last cookie, Toji pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the camera resting besides his backpack. The battery was still good, the memory card had plenty of storage left and he still had more than enough daylight left outside if he decided to head back later.
“Alright,” he muttered to himself.
Leaving the tent behind, Toji walked down the stairs and returned to the same exact spot where he had left off the previous video, which was inside the second floor of a Sears. The upper floor he had already covered, and now he was in the middle floor; unfortunately, he couldn't go any further down yet because it was also covered in dirty water.
He pointed the camera at the store, turning on the light to have some source of brightness. The beam immediately cut through the darkness, illuminating rows of abandoned shelves and display stands that had remained untouched for decades. Dust coated almost every surface in a thick gray layer, disturbed only by the occasional footprint he had left behind during his earlier walkthrough. A few ceiling panels hung precariously above him while others had already collapsed onto the floor below, leaving piles of debris scattered throughout the department store.
Toji adjusted the camera settings one last time before pressing record. A small red light appeared. Instantly his posture changed, the tired explorer disappeared and the content creator took over.
“Okay guys, welcome back to part 3 of my exploring abandoned buildings series, and as you can see we're still at the underground mall where we last left off.” he carried the camera around as he walked through. The flashlight attached to the camera swept across empty aisles and abandoned displays as he slowly moved deeper into the store. “Unfortunately, there isn't much in this Sears store, just the ceiling tiles that have fallen off over time and cracks on the floor. There's also those mannequin stands that were left behind still wearing clothes.”
Toji pointed at a mannequin wearing a red shirt and overalls on top of it.
The mannequin stood completely still near a collapsed clothing section, its plastic face covered in a thin layer of dust. One of its arms had fallen off at some point and now rested on the floor besides it.
“Not really my style, so I'll just leave him be.” he waved goodbye to the mannequin.
For a few seconds he kept the camera focused on it, then he lowered it.
“Actually never mind, looking at him for too long is kind of creepy.” Toji immediately turned away.
The mall remained silent. There were no sounds, no movements, there was nothing. Only the faint echo of his own footsteps bouncing across the empty building.
He continued exploring the structure with the camera recorder in hand, making small silly commentary whenever possible to keep viewers entertained and not leave them alone with the same uncomfortable silence he was experiencing. Later he'd add some soft background music so the video felt more alive than the mall itself.
The deeper he went into the second floor, the more surprised he became.
Unlike the first levels, which had already been heavily vandalized by time and previous trespassers, many of the stores here still contained merchandise. Not much, but enough. Enough to make the place feel less abandoned and more like everyone had suddenly gotten up and left one day without warning.
There was the Sears store, of course, but there was also a RadioShack that still had some old electronics left behind. Old desktop computers sat covered beneath layers of dust. Shelves contained outdated accessories, tangled cables, and forgotten gadgets that probably hadn't been touched since the place closed. He'd definitely come back later for some of those antiques and store them inside his backpack after he finished recording this part.
Then there was a Claire's store too. Toji paused near the entrance and pointed the camera toward a display rack.
“Guys, look at this.” the camera zoomed in. Hanging from one of the hooks was a small TY plushie keychain. Dust covered its fur, but otherwise it looked perfectly intact. “Maybe I'll get this for my girlfriend.”
He gently picked it up. The toy was surprisingly well preserved; no stains, no missing eyes, no tears, just years worth of lint but that could be cleaned off. “Yeah, this one's definitely coming home with me.”
A few stores later he discovered a Hot Topic. The old familiar scribbly red logo immediately caught his attention.
“Oh hell yeah.” Toji laughed.
Unlike the modern stores people saw nowadays, this one still contained older merchandise; and it was the good stuff. A black-and-white striped jumper. A Skelanimals Y2K Kit the Cat tote bag. A vintage Ruby Gloom Leave Me Alone hoodie. Band shirts. Belts. Accessories. All frozen in time. His truck was going to be filled with all sorts of crap after he finished this series. There were simply too many items left behind. Too many forgotten treasures. Too many things he couldn't just leave here to rot. These things deserved to be appreciated. Do you know how expensive it is to buy something that was manufactured in the 90's nowadays? And here Toji was, standing in the middle of what felt like a treasure chest, free to take whatever he wanted.
Continuing down the hallways, he occasionally pointed the camera towards the railings overlooking the lower levels. The view from above made the mall look even bigger. Rows upon rows of storefronts stretched into darkness. Some sections remained illuminated by the lights he had activated earlier while others disappeared completely into blackness.
He had to watch where he stepped. Broken glass covered sections of the floor. Pieces of fallen ceiling littered the walkways. Rotting building materials crumbled beneath his boots. Every step produced a crunch that echoed throughout the abandoned structure. Graffiti covered the walls. Dark stains marked the floors. Mold spread across corners and ceilings in strange patterns. Dead decorative plants remained trapped inside oversized pots, their brittle branches threatening to disintegrate at the slightest touch.
It was beautiful in a strange way. Everything was abandoned, forgotten. Yet somehow preserved, as if time itself had stopped moving within these walls.
For a moment Toji stopped talking. Stopped filming. Stopped joking. Instead he simply looked around. Places like this were the reason he loved urban exploration. Not because they were scary or dangerous, but because they felt like memories made physical. Little snapshots of history left behind for someone else to discover years later. As if he had traveled back in time.
After 20 minutes passed, Toji ended the video.
“Alright guys, that will be all for this part. If you enjoyed this, make sure to keep up with part 4 and perhaps part 5.” he pointed the camera down to the first floor. “Eheheh, I'm still deciding whether to explore the last floor or not, but regardless, if you liked this video make sure to like, comment and subscribe. See you soon in the next video.”
Toji clicked stop on the record button and lowered the camera. The cheerful smile he had been wearing for the audience immediately disappeared. The silence returned. He simply stood there staring at the dark hallways stretching beyond the reach of the lights. It always felt strange whenever he finished recording. One second he was talking nonstop for hundreds of viewers and the next he was completely alone again. There were no comments, no music, no audience. Just him and an abandoned mall buried beneath the earth.
Toji glanced at the camera screen, quickly checking that everything had recorded properly. Twenty-two minutes. Not bad. He could probably stretch this place into another two or three more videos if he explored the flooded floor as well. Assuming he actually decided to go down there.
His eyes drifted to the lower level. Even from up here, he could see the stagnant water reflecting the ceiling lights. The surface barely moved. The smell, however, definitely reached him. Years of mold growing. Rotting debris. Water with no circulation. It looked disgusting. Maybe he should return another day with proper waterproof equipment, or maybe he should listen to his girlfriend and stop doing dumb things for once.
“Yeah right.” Toji snorted. That wasn't happening.
Shaking his head, he adjusted the strap of his camera and began making his way to the stairs that led back to where his tent was on the upper floor. Behind him sat an abandoned Blockbuster. The iconic blue and yellow sign was faded from age but still recognizable. Rows of empty shelves could be seen through the broken glass entrance.
For a second Toji considered going inside. Then again, he'd already spent hours recording. His stomach was beginning to complain. The cookies alone weren’t enough. The tent was warm. And he still needed to edit today's footage.
Blockbuster could wait.
He continued down the corridor. His footsteps echoed softly through the empty mall. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Broken glass shifted beneath his boots. A loose ceiling panel swayed gently overhead. The farther he walked, the fewer working lights there seemed to be. The darkness gradually thickened around him.
Toji shoved one hand into his pocket and let out a yawn. Maybe he had been here longer than he thought. He couldn't even remember what time it was outside anymore. Without windows or sunlight, time felt strange underground. Hours blended together. One hallway looked almost identical to the next, maybe that was why he immediately noticed it. There was a strange faint glow.
Toji stopped walking. His eyes narrowed. “...Huh?”
The glow was coming from the wall.
At first he thought it was a reflection. Maybe the lightning bouncing off a polished surface. But the more he stared at it, the less sense that explanation made. The light wasn't moving. It wasn't flickering. It was just... there. A thin sliver of pale cutting through the darkness.
Weird.
Toji frowned. He had memorized the layout of the mall from the blueprint map he had found earlier and according to it there shouldn't be anything behind this wall. Maybe it was the light reflecting on it, or perhaps his eyes were simply tired. After all, he had been inside this place for hours.
Still, curiosity slowly began creeping into the back of his mind. The same curiosity that had gotten him into trouble more times than he could count.
Toji took a few steps closer. The glow became brighter and brighter. Now he could see exactly where it was coming from, a crack; a very thin crack running vertically across the wall. A crack that absolutely should not have been there.
Toji approached it carefully.
The light spilling through was unlike anything else in the mall. It wasn't like the cool daylight lights. It wasn't white either. It almost looked… artificial.
He leaned closer. There was nothing; no voices, no machinery, no footsteps, not even the distant hum of electricity.
“Hello?” Toji called out, his voice echoed through the corridor.
No response came back.
Toji swallowed.
Now that he was standing this close, he could clearly see the light pouring through the crack. There was definitely something on the other side. Something that wasn't supposed to exist according to every map he had found; and that bothered him, because abandoned buildings followed rules. Maybe not legal and safe rules, but they followed logic. There was always an explanation. A hidden room. A forgotten hallway. An old maintenance area. Something. But this? This made absolutely no sense.
Curious despite the growing unease in his chest, Toji lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist. The logical thing to do would be to knock on the wall. If there was a hollow space behind it then he'd hear the echo immediately. Maybe there really was another section of the mall hidden away from the blueprints. It wouldn't be the first time old documentation was incomplete. Buildings this large often had maintenance corridors, storage rooms or forgotten expansions that never appeared on public records. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable explanations he found. A hidden room. A sealed-off hallway. A forgotten employee area. Anything made more sense than whatever his imagination was currently suggesting.
Swallowing hard, Toji stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of the crack. Up close the wall looked completely normal. If not for the strange glow leaking through the thin opening, there would have been nothing remarkable about it. Yet despite that, his heart continued pounding against his ribs. Something about this felt wrong. Not dangerous necessarily, just wrong; like looking at a puzzle piece that didn't belong to the same set.
“You're overthinking it,” Toji muttered to himself, letting out a nervous laugh that sounded strangely loud within the empty corridor.
Taking one final breath, Toji raised his fist and moved forward. He expected his knuckles to touch the concrete. Instead, they kept going. His entire hand passed through the wall.
For a split second, his brain completely failed to process what had happened. The wall rippled around his wrist like disturbed water before becoming solid again. Toji stared blankly at the spot where his hand had vanished, then reality caught up with him.
“What the fuck?!” he stumbled backwards so fast that his feet tangled with each other. The camera nearly slipped from his hands as he crashed onto the floor. His heart hammered violently against his chest while every muscle in his body tensed.
For several seconds he simply sat there staring at the wall. Nothing happened. The crack continued glowing softly. The wall remained completely still.
Toji wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. Okay. Okay. He definitely did not imagine that. There was absolutely no way. His hand had gone through the wall. Not bounced off it. Not pushed through some hidden door. Gone through it as if the concrete wasn't even there.
The realization made his stomach twist.
For a brief moment he considered leaving. Forget the recording. Forget the mysterious light. Just grab his stuff, drive home and pretend he never found this place. Yet even as the thought crossed his mind he already knew it wasn't going to happen. If he left now, he'd spend the rest of his life wondering what was on the other side.
Slowly, Toji pushed himself back onto his feet, pressing the camera recorder tightly against his chest. His palms felt clammy. His breathing still hadn't completely settled. Despite that, he found himself stepping forward again; one step, then another and another. Eventually he was standing directly in front of the wall once more.
“Okay…” he breathed out shakily. “You're okay.” he ran a hand through his hair. “You know you're not crazy. You saw your own hand go through the wall.” the words sounded ridiculous the moment they left his mouth, yet they were true.
Questions immediately began racing through his mind. What was on the other side? Was there a way back? What if he got stuck? What if this led somewhere else entirely? Another building? Another city? Another country? Hell, what if it wasn't even on Earth? The possibilities were so absurd that under different circumstances he would've laughed.
“Calm yourself Toji, you're alright.” he spoke the words aloud for reassurance. But being the adventurer that he was, curiosity inevitably won. It always did. The same curiosity that had driven him into abandoned buildings ever since he was a child refused to let him walk away now.
“You can do this. You can…”
Closing his eyes, Toji took a deep breath and tightened his grip around the camera. If he was really doing this, then he wanted proof. Nobody would believe him otherwise.
Slowly he stepped inside. The moment his body touched the wall he felt resistance for only a fraction of a second before it gave way. It felt almost like walking through a thin veil hanging in the air. A cold sensation brushed across his skin. The air shifted around him. His ears popped. Then it was over.
Toji slowly released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was the color yellow. Every surface around him was covered in faded yellow wallpaper stretching farther than it should have. The second thing he noticed was the sound. A constant buzzing filled the air, low and unending, coming from the fluorescent lamps mounted across the ceiling. The noise seemed to softly vibrate through the room. That’s when Toji realized something. The mall was gone. Completely gone. There were only yellow walls. Yellow carpet. Yellow hallways stretching into the distance.
For the first time since entering the underground mall, genuine fear crawled up Toji's spine.
“Sooo, what was it that you wanted to show us?” Satoru asked, yawning as he relaxed comfortably in the passenger seat of Toji’s truck while everyone else was pressed together like canned sardines in the back.
“You’ll see when we get there.” Toji replied flatly, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead.
“For you to finally text us, it must be something veeerry important.”
“I text you guys, just not in the groupchat.”
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“When?”
“I text Sukuna like every other day.” Toji admitted.
Satoru dramatically raised his arms into the air. “You text him but not me?” he scoffed. “I’m offended.”
“You’re annoying.”
Yuki, who was squeezed next to you, let out a chuckle.
“Why are you even here Yuki? You’re not even in the groupchat.” Satoru snapped back, feeling a bit humiliated from Toji’s words.
“Choso invited me.” her smile widened as she looked over at Choso, who was squeezed to her other side.
The truck continued down the road while everyone carried on with their usual banter. Between Satoru's constant complaints, Suguru occasionally adding fuel to the fire, and Yuki laughing whenever someone got annoyed, the drive felt normal despite the mystery surrounding whatever Toji wanted to show everyone. Every now and then the truck bounced from a pothole in the road, causing everyone who sat in the back to groan in annoyance as shoulders bumped together again. At this point nobody even bothered apologizing anymore, there simply wasn't enough room.
Eventually the vehicle began slowing down. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as Toji pulled into an empty clearing before finally bringing the truck to a stop.
“Alright, everyone pipe down. We’re here.” Toji announced while stopping the car and hopping off.
As soon as he opened the back door, almost everyone tumbled outside.
One by one everyone climbed out from the back seats, stretching stiff muscles and relaxing their bodies after being seated in uncomfortable positions for so long. Several joints popped, few complaints immediately followed, meanwhile Satoru was already standing outside with a bright smile on his lips, clearly enjoying the fact everyone else had suffered while he sat comfortably in the front seat the entire trip.
According to what Sukuna had told you, Toji texted the groupchat because he had found something “extraordinary,” something nobody had ever seen before, but for whatever reason he insisted everyone be there in person instead of simply explaining it through messages. With nothing else to do, Sukuna accepted and asked if you wanted to go with him. You had agreed almost immediately. Exploring an abandoned building had always been one of those experiences sitting quietly on your bucket list. It was something you had thought about doing before, but never actually committed to. Of course, imagining yourself exploring abandoned places and actually doing it were two very different things.
Still, with everyone else hopping on board, it made you feel safer if anything were to happen. Not that your boyfriend wasn’t strong enough to protect you—far from it actually, but having more people tag along made the whole thing feel less intimidating. Besides, the men would all probably end up doing their own thing while you and Yuki stuck together. It happened every time the group went out. The guys always ended up in one corner talking about some sports match, video game, or whatever random topic had their attention that week, while you and your girl friends managed to talk about literally everything else in existence.
Toji walked to the back of his truck and unpacked a duffle bag before quickly typing something into his phone. “Alright, everyone stay close and follow me. I set up a small tent in one of the stores so we’ll go there first before proceeding to the thing I actually wanted to show you.”
The group naturally split into pairs as they followed behind him. Toji led from the front while Choso and Yuki walked together behind him. Satoru and Suguru stayed side by side, casually engaging in chatter about something neither of them seemed particularly invested in. Meanwhile you held onto Sukuna’s forearm, staying close to him.
The moment you stepped inside, your grip around Sukuna tightened slightly. A chill immediately ran down your spine. Sure, you had wanted to explore an abandoned place before, but wanting to do it and actually doing it were completely different experiences. The air felt stale. Dust lingered in the atmosphere. Every footstep echoed softly throughout the enormous structure. Shadows stretched across corners where the light struggled to reach. The place still felt unsettling.
A quiet voice in the back of your mind whispered that this was probably a bad idea. That maybe you should've stayed home. That maybe some places were abandoned for a reason. You tried your best to ignore those thoughts. Taking a slow breath, you forced yourself to calm down. You didn't want doubts winning before the exploration had even begun, and even so, it was already too late to back out now. The only way home was in Toji’s truck, and you highly doubted he wanted to waste gasoline driving one person all the way back just because they were nervous.
“This way.” Toji turned around for a second, pointing towards a small store tucked away inside the mall before continuing.
The group followed.
“Sooooo, you’re going to tell us what this is about now?” Satoru asked, stretching his arms above his head as he walked. His voice echoed faintly throughout the empty structure.
“In a second.” Toji replied.
Reaching the small store he had been using as a temporary camp, Toji dropped the duffle bag onto the floor and crouched besides it. The store itself looked no different from the others you had passed on the way in. Empty shelves stood abandoned against the walls, dust covered nearly every surface, and part of the ceiling had collapsed near the back, leaving broken tiles scattered across the ground. In the corner sat a small tent, looking strangely out of place amongst the decay surrounding it.
Toji unzipped a duffle bag he had brought with him from the truck. Inside were several water bottles, a granola bar, an apple, a banana, chocolate chip cookies, and a bag of Doritos. There was also a flashlight, a small pocket knife, a compass, extra batteries, and a few other supplies neatly packed away.
“You’re taking us to a battlefield, Toji?” Sukuna snickered after seeing the contents inside the bag.
Toji let out a tired sigh, already regretting bringing his friends here. Ignoring the comment, he continued organizing the contents, checking his camera batteries before placing them inside the bag and closing the zipper.
“I found something strange on the second floor while exploring.” he finally revealed.
Immediately everyone's attention shifted to him.
“What did you find?” Choso asked while holding hands with Yuki.
“Well...” Toji reached down and unfolded one of the blueprint maps he had left nearby. Kneeling on the dusty floor, he spread it open and pointed towards a specific section with his finger. “According to these maps, there shouldn’t be anything behind this section of the mall.”
Everyone leaned slightly closer. The blueprints looked old and worn from how much Toji had been handling them. Various sections had been circled in pen while other areas contained small handwritten notes.
Toji tapped the location again. “But while I was exploring that hallway, I saw a glowing light coming from a crack in the wall.”
“Great, so you saw a lamp shining into another room that wasn’t on the layout map. Is that why you insisted on us coming along?” Satoru laughed teasingly, clearly hoping to get a reaction out of him.
“This is why no one likes you, Satoru.”
“Ouch.” Yuki grinned.
“Not true! Suguru, Shoko and Utahime all love me.” Satoru defended himself.
“Ehhh, debatable on that last one.”
A few chuckles spread through the group. Toji merely shook his head. His friends were all complete idiots.
Part of him wanted to explain everything right then and there. To tell them about the wall, the portal, the strange yellow room on the other side, but the moment he imagined their reactions, he immediately decided against it. If somebody had told him they walked through a wall and ended up in some impossible room hidden behind reality itself, he probably wouldn't have believed them either.
Without another word, Toji folded the blueprint back up and stood. “Come on.”
Everyone followed after him again as he guided the group deeper into the mall. The more you ventured inside, the quieter everything became. Footsteps echoed through the abandoned corridors. The occasional crunch of broken glass sounded beneath someone's shoe. As everyone walked, you found yourself looking around more carefully. The place felt even bigger. Perhaps it was because there were more people with you, allowing you to pay attention to things other than your own nervousness. Storefronts stretched endlessly along both sides of the hallways. Faded advertisements still hung from walls. Mannequins stood motionless inside display windows. Abandoned decorations remained exactly where they had been left years ago.
“Be careful not to slip.” Toji called over his shoulder while leading everyone to the staircase. “That water is dangerous and has a lot of microorganisms. One of them I read about can cause serious injuries to the brain.” then he glanced back at Satoru. “Not that it would matter much in your case, but still, be careful.”
“You truly hate me!” Satoru dramatically placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded.
“Only a little.”
Satoru gasped. “See? This is workplace harassment.”
“You don't even work for me.”
The group continued climbing the stairs. One floor then another. Each level seemed more creepy than the last. The smell of stagnant water became stronger the lower you went. It lingered in the air alongside everything else, creating an unpleasant combination that made you wrinkle your nose.
Eventually everyone reached down to the second floor. Toji slowed to a stop. One by one everyone looked ahead. And there it was, a thin crack running through the wall. Bright light spilled from the other side.
Nobody said anything at first. The corridor had gone quiet. Even Satoru wasn't making jokes anymore.
“...Wooowww...” Yuki gasped softly as she slowly stepped closer to investigate.
Almost immediately, Choso's hand tightened around hers. He gently pulled her back before she could get too close. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of her touching something strange, especially in an underground building with almost no signal and no signs of civilization nearby.
Everyone stood there staring at the crack in the wall. The light continued shining through the narrow opening, bright and unwavering. It wasn't flickering like the lights throughout the mall, nor did it resemble sunlight. It was simply there, lightening the darkness around it with an almost unnatural glow. You found yourself staring at it too. The closer you looked, the stranger it seemed. According to the blueprints there shouldn't have been anything behind that wall, yet the evidence was right in front of you. A crack on the wall, a light behind it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, something about it felt wrong.
Suddenly you understood why Toji had insisted everyone come see it in person. No amount of explaining would've convinced you. You had to see it with your own eyes.
“Curious about this I placed my hand on the wall to knock, you know, an echo on the walls to give me confirmation that there was something else on the other side and not just my mind playing tricks...” Toji explained.
“Yes, Toji?” you asked, still holding on to Sukuna’s hand.
Toji took a moment before continuing. His eyes drifted towards the glowing crack before lowering to the floor. He seemed hesitant, almost unsure of how to explain what had happened without sounding completely insane. The silence stretched for several seconds before Toji finally spoke again.
“Well... then this happened...” Toji stepped closer to the wall before taking another step and disappearing.
A breath caught in your throat.
One moment Toji was standing here in front of the whole group. The next he was gone. Not hidden behind something. Not turning a corner. Gone completely, as though the wall had swallowed him whole.
“What the hell?!”
“Where did he go????”
“Toji!”
“Toji, can you hear us?!”
“Get back here!”
Everyone shouted at the same time, voices overlapping throughout the corridor and each other. Panic immediately spread through the group as all eyes locked onto the wall. Your heart began pounding inside your chest. There was no way. That wasn't possible. Walls didn't just eat people, yet you had seen it happen with your own eyes.
“What do we do?” Yuki asked, looking at Choso for answers.
Unfortunately, Choso looked just as lost as everyone else. His hand tightened around hers while he stared at the wall, searching for some logical explanation that simply wasn't there.
For several long seconds nobody moved.
Then Suguru let out a heavy breath through his nose. “Fuck it, I'm going in.”
Before anyone could stop him, Suguru stepped forward. He approached the wall without hesitation, stopped directly in front of it, and walked straight through. Just like Toji, he disappeared too.
“Suguru! Wait for me!” the words had barely left Satoru's mouth before he immediately ran after him. True to form, he didn't stop to think, didn't ask questions, and didn't consider the possibility that this could be dangerous. He simply charged after his best friend and vanished through the wall as well.
“These idiots...” Sukuna grunted, dragging a hand across his face. “Toji too.”
You remained frozen where you stood, staring at the spot where three people had disappeared. It felt unreal, like a magic trick somebody forgot to explain. Your brain kept trying to convince itself there had to be a rational answer somewhere, but every possibility fell apart the second you remembered what you had just witnessed.
“What now?” you asked quietly, taking a small step backwards. “Should we go in...?” your eyes shifted to Sukuna.
For the first time since you two started dating, he looked genuinely uncertain.
“Uh... I mean...” Sukuna scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want to?”
You looked back at the wall. The crack continued glowing softly, completely indifferent to the panic it had caused.
You looked back at Sukuna again. “To be quite honest... not really,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “I didn't expect my first time exploring abandoned places to turn out like this.” the words felt ridiculous coming out of your mouth because of course you weren't comfortable. Three people had just walked through a wall and vanished. “But what other choice do we have? We all came in Toji’s car, and he’s the only one with the keys, so it's not like we have much of a choice...”
Sukuna pressed a hand hard against his temple as realization slowly settled over him. Unfortunately, you were right.
“That fucking loser...” he groaned.
Walking home wasn't exactly an option. Not from here at least.
He let out a long sigh before looking back at you. “Just uh… let me know whenever you feel ready. We'll both go through it together.” his hand tightened around yours, enough to reassure you. A silent promise that whatever happened next, he wasn't letting you go through it alone.
Besides you, Choso cleared his throat. “Why don't we just wait for them to come back?” he suggested.
“And if they don't?” Yuki asked, her voice noticeably quieter than before.
Immediately Choso fell silent. His mouth opened slightly before closing again, because he didn't have an answer. None of them did.
The corridor went quiet once more as everyone stared at the glowing crack in the wall. On one side was the abandoned mall. On the other was something completely unknown, something impossible. The thought of stepping through that wall without knowing what waited on the other side was foolish, yet the longer you stood there, the more thoughts began creeping into your mind.
What if it wasn't dangerous? What if whatever was on the other side wasn't bad at all? Maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe this was simply another hidden part of the mall. Maybe Toji was playing some elaborate prank. Maybe there was a projector involved. Some kind of special effect. After all, Toji did run a YouTube channel. He recorded videos, edited footage, and spent most of his free time learning new technology. Perhaps this was just another one of his ridiculous ideas to get views online. Then again… even for Toji, this felt extreme.
You shook your head and pushed those thoughts aside. None of it explained how three grown men had just vanished through a solid wall.
Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Sukuna’s hand. “Okay...” you said quietly. “I think I'm ready.”
“You sure?” Sukuna asked, studying your face carefully as if trying to figure out whether you were forcing yourself to do this.
You bit the inside of your cheek and glanced back to the wall. The strange light continued pouring from the crack, illuminating part of the corridor around it. Standing this close, it almost felt as if it were inviting you in. Every instinct in your body told you to turn around and leave, yet another part of you—the same part that had agreed to come exploring in the first place—wanted answers.
“I think so...” you admitted.
“Alright then.”
The both of you turned to face the wall. Sukuna gave the mall a long look before tightening his grip on your hand. Behind you, Choso rubbed his face while Yuki continued staring at the crack with a mixture of fascination and concern.
“Fiiiine,” Choso groaned. “We’re going too.”
Yuki smiled nervously beside him. “Thank the gods, because there is absolutely no way I’m standing here alone.”
“You weren't going to.”
“I know, but saying it out loud makes me feel better.”
You looked over at Sukuna one last time. “Together?”
“Together.”
The two of you stepped closer to the wall. The closer you got, the stranger it looked. The crack itself wasn't particularly large, yet the light coming from it seemed far brighter than what should've been possible. It spilled across the floor and walls around it.
Your heart hammered inside your chest. This was insane. Completely insane. People weren't supposed to walk through walls.
The moment you reached the crack, Sukuna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Ready?”
“No.”
“Good answer.”
Despite the fears, a small laugh escaped you.
Before you could change your mind, both of you stepped inside. The sensation was impossible to describe. It felt cold and warm at the same time. Smooth yet rough. It felt as though your entire body had become weightless. The sounds of the mall disappeared. The air around you shifted. Time itself seemed to slow down until everything became strangely distant.
Then it was over.
The ground felt solid beneath your feet once again.
You squeezed your eyes shut. “I-is it safe?” you asked, refusing to open them. “Are we okay?” your grip around Sukuna’s hand tightened.
From somewhere nearby, you heard voices.
“Satoru, stay still. How did you even manage to do this?” Suguru sounded exasperated.
“I just wanted to grab those headphones!”
A short laugh escaped Sukuna. “Yeah, we’re okay. You can open your eyes now.”
Slowly, you did. The first thing that greeted you was the light, a neutral white light. You blinked several times before your eyes adjusted. Yellow. Everything was yellow. The walls. The carpet. The endless hallways stretching beyond the room. The place looked like some strange office building frozen in time.
In the middle of the room sat a mountain of recording equipment: cameras, microphones, headphones, tripods, memory cards, light stands, cables tangled together in massive knots, and right on top of that pile was Satoru.
“Get me out of here!” he complained.
Several cords had somehow wrapped themselves around his legs while he desperately held onto a pair of headphones. Suguru stood next to him trying to untangle the mess while simultaneously questioning every life decision that had brought him to this moment. In the corner of the room, Toji was adjusting his camera settings as if none of this was unusual.
“Where are we?” you asked quietly, still holding onto Sukuna as you slowly observed the room around you.
Behind you, Choso and Yuki stepped through the wall as well. The moment Yuki opened her eyes her jaw practically dropped.
“Woooooooow!” she gasped. “Toji, where are we?!?”
Even Choso looked stunned. His eyes moved across the yellow walls and endless hallways, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
Everyone looked amazed, baffled. No words could properly describe the feeling. Nothing about this place made sense. It felt real. The carpet beneath your feet was real. The buzzing lights overhead were real. The stale air filling your lungs was real.
Suguru ultimately succeeded in releasing Satoru from the cords. Satoru joyfully raised the headphones right away.
“I hope these work when we get back.”
“Dumbass,” Suguru muttered.
In the corner, Toji finally finished adjusting his camera. A small red light blinked on, indicating that it was recording. Of course he was recording.
“Alright.” Toji cleared his throat. “I did walk around for a bit, but not much. Follow me.”
The group slowly gathered together. Nobody seemed particularly eager to wander off alone. Not in a place like this.
As everyone followed behind, a strange uneasiness settled over you. The room was silent aside from the constant buzzing of the fluorescent lamps overhead. No air conditioning. No distant voices. It reminded you of standing inside an empty building after closing hours, except worse. The air was strangely still. Not oppressive. Not heavy. Almost as if something was missing from it.
As Toji led everyone towards one of the hallways, your eyes drifted to a sign hanging from the wall.
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
The sign looked old, worn, and oddly out of place. Authorized personnel, you thought. Personnel for what exactly? Who would even work somewhere like this? You wondered if this place had once been part of the mall. Maybe some forgotten section hidden behind the walls. Maybe a store that had closed long before everything else.
“Authorized personnel only...” Choso read aloud. “Seems this is our cue to turn back now.”
“Nonsense!” Satoru immediately protested. “We just got here. We have to investigate this place.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea...” Choso replied.
Toji stopped walking then turned around to face everyone. “Okay.” his expression became more serious. “From this point on we're continuing further inside. If anyone wants to turn back, do it now.”
Nobody answered.
You found yourself instinctively moving a little closer to Sukuna.
Suguru and Satoru seemed completely unconcerned. If anything, they looked eager to continue. Satoru's eyes kept wandering down the hallway as if he expected to find something exciting around the next corner. Suguru wasn't much different. While he appeared calmer, there wasn't any sign that he planned on turning back.
On the other side, Choso looked significantly less enthusiastic. His arm remained around Yuki's shoulders while his eyes studied the hallway ahead. The place clearly bothered him too. The problem was that curiosity always outweighed fear.
"What do you want to do?" Sukuna asked quietly, leaning closer so only you could hear.
You hesitated. The sensible answer was obvious. Turn around, go back through the wall, and pretend none of this ever happened. Yet when you imagined leaving now, a different feeling settled in your chest; regret, because if you left, you would never know what this place was. You would spend the rest of your life wondering what existed beyond these hallways.
“I don't know…” you admitted honestly. “I don't feel too sure about this place, but…” your eyes drifted towards the corridor. “I'm intrigued.”
Sukuna nodded. “I feel the same… I think I want to stay too. But I'm not leaving you here alone.”
A small smile tugged at your lips.
You looked down at the carpet beneath your feet. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to turn around. Yet your feet refused to move. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was stubbornness. Or maybe seeing everyone else standing here made the decision easier. Whatever the reason, you eventually sighed.
“We should stay.”
“You sure?”
You bit your lip. Not really, but you nodded anyway. “I think so.”
“Alright then.”
The two of you looked back at Toji.
Across the room, Choso let out an exaggerated groan. “Fiiiiine.” he threw one hand into the air. “We're staying too.”
Yuki immediately brightened up. “Really?”
“No.” Choso deadpanned. “I was planning on leaving you here.”
Yuki smacked his arm.
Satoru laughed. “Excellent decision. I knew you guys would come around.”
“You say that like you didn't sprint through a mystery wall after Suguru without thinking.” Sukuna said.
“I thought about it.”
“No, you didn't.”
“I thought about it very quickly.”
“That's not how thinking works.”
Meanwhile, Toji had already turned the camera back to himself. The red recording light continued blinking. Part of you wondered how he could still be focused on filming at a time like this. Then again this was probably the biggest discovery of his entire career. Millions of people explored abandoned buildings. Nobody discovered impossible worlds hidden inside walls.
“Okay…” Toji spoke into the camera. “We don't know where we are. I found this weird light inside the abandoned underground mall. When I approached it, it led me here.” he slowly turned the camera at the group.
Satoru immediately waved. “Hi mom.”
“You think your mom is watching this?” Suguru asked.
“She definitely will after this.”
Ignoring them, Toji continued. “Me and my friends are going to see what's back here. Hopefully something interesting.”
The moment he finished speaking, he stepped beyond the warning sign. The rest of the group exchanged uncertain glances before following after him.
As soon as you crossed beyond the sign, a strange feeling settled in your stomach. Nothing changed. The walls remained yellow. The lights continued to softly buzz. The carpet felt exactly the same beneath your shoes. But something felt as though you had crossed an invisible line, like the sign had been more than a warning.
The place was huuuge, endless, no matter where you went there was just another opening taking you somewhere else. Every room seemed connected to another, every corridor opening into two more, every turn revealing another section of yellow walls and buzzing lights. It almost felt as if the place was constantly unfolding in front of you. No matter how long you walked, there was always something beyond the next room waiting to be discovered.
At first there was nothing, just big rooms that would echo the footsteps or noises someone made. The group kept quiet, looking at everything in bewilderment and baffled by what they were seeing. Every now and then someone would stop to stare at a wall for a little longer than necessary or glance down a corridor stretching into the distance. The place didn't feel real. It felt like a dream someone had forgotten to wake up from.
At some point, Satoru—as usual—began some meaningless chat, making stupid remarks and occasionally getting a response. The sound of conversation helped. It made the endless rooms feel a little less empty, a little less unsettling. Even if half of what came out of Satoru's mouth was nonsense, it was still better than listening to nothing.
A few corridors connecting the rooms were completely dark, but thankfully the rooms from both ends and Toji's camera flashlight shined inside. Even so, every time the group crossed one of those darker hallways, you found yourself walking a little faster without realizing it. The darkness felt different here. Not threatening exactly, but unnatural.
As the group went deeper and deeper, stranger things started appearing.
There was furniture, but it was all wrong: a table was halfway finished, chairs didn't have their legs, lamps were going through the walls, a desk was stuck on the ceiling, everything was just wrong. It felt like someone had tried to photocopy a room and the image came out distorted. A copy of a copy that kept degrading each time it was reproduced. The longer you looked at those objects, the more uncomfortable they became. Everything looked familiar enough for your brain to recognize it, but wrong enough to make you wish you hadn't looked so closely.
The entrances got weird over time too. At first they were just long empty entrances, but then they got odder. A small square on the center of the wall took you somewhere else. A really slim rectangle led to another corridor. There were rooms completely dark. A piano stuck on the floor. A car that had crashed into one of the walls, dark smoke dust around it. Based on the model of the car, it must've happened years ago. Yet there was no sign of the driver. No belongings. No indication that anyone had ever been there.
“Hellooooo? Is anyone here???” Satoru stretched out his voice, the noise vibrating and resonating throughout the rooms.
As the group went deeper and deeper, more things started appearing. In some places, there were cameras on the doorways with cardboard cutouts of a caveman saying hello in multiple languages. Drawings started appearing on the walls, usually point marks or arrows leading the way. Toji, acting as the group's leader, followed them without much hesitation.
The place felt endless, like a maze. It reminded you of a labyrinth but without the Minotaur... well, at least you hadn't seen one yet. Hopefully things stayed that way too.
Over time, as you continued exploring with the group, your anxieties began calming down. The longer you were here, the more your mind started forgetting the idea that there was something else lurking somewhere within these endless rooms. Perhaps this was proof that once you faced your fears, things became less scary. And they did. What had once felt overwhelming now felt strangely familiar. The yellow walls no longer made your stomach twist. The constant buzzing slowly faded into the background. You were more at peace now, even cracking jokes with Satoru and Yuki every once in a while.
“All these empty rooms, they could build apartments here.” Yuki joked as she looked around one of the larger spaces.
“Would you move in?” you asked her.
“Hmmm...” Yuki thought about it for a second, placing a finger against her chin. “I think I would, though they seriously need to change the lighting and wallpaper. All this yellow is not it. Reminds me of piss.”
You and Satoru immediately burst out laughing. Even Suguru let out a low chuckle. Only Sukuna, Toji, and Choso remained quiet.
“Heyyy, brighten up.” Satoru reached over and shook Choso's shoulder.
“Satoru... let go.”
“What? I'm not doing anything.”
“We need to stay focused.”
“You're too tensed up dude, chill. Nothing is going to happen.”
“You don't know that.”
“If it did, it would've happened already.”
Choso grunted. His response felt different; not annoyed but tired. Over the last hour, he had slowly spoken less and less. While everyone else occasionally got distracted by the bizarre things around them, Choso remained alert. Constantly looking around. Constantly checking hallways. Constantly making sure Yuki remained nearby. The deeper they ventured into the place, the less comfortable he seemed.
From the front Toji called out, “Can you guys keep it quiet? I'm still recording.”
Satoru looked at him and immediately let go of Choso's shoulder, raising both hands. “Alright, alright, sorry...” he whispered before adding under his breath, “party pooper...”
Toji ignored him.
On the walls even more signs started appearing, and Toji seemed far too invested to stop following them. Every new arrow felt like a clue. Every new marking felt like evidence that someone else had been here. He continued leading the group through more and more rooms, the camera constantly rolling as he documented everything. Random holes had started appearing in the floors too, forcing everyone to watch where they stepped.
Eventually the arrows led everyone to a wall covered in scribbles.
The moment you saw it, the atmosphere changed. Unlike the previous markings, these weren't simple arrows or directions. They felt desperate. Messages had been written all over the wallpaper using different colors and different handwriting.
the sound doesn't stop
it knows your fears
it hears me
it hears me
it hears me
God closed its eyes
There were handprints pressed against portions of the wall. A strange smiling face had been drawn near the center, its expression somehow making your skin crawl despite how simple it looked. Near the top—far too high for an average person to comfortably reach—someone had drawn a window with trees and a bright sun outside.
Beneath it another message had been written: if you see it don't move, don't scream, don't breathe. Stay still
You felt your stomach tighten.
At both ends of the wall were more arrows.
The arrow on the right read: Habitable Zone
The arrow on the left read: The End
“Huuuh...” Toji slowly recorded everything on the wall, taking his time documenting every message and drawing. “Habitable Zone or The End...” he muttered. “Well, I imagine The End is just the end of this.”
Nobody said. The lights continued buzzing, but louder now.
Choso finally spoke. “Can't we go through the other side?” he asked, looking around. “We've explored enough and I don't want to take my chances pushing this further. We should all go back. I'm tired, and I'm sure it's pretty late by now.”
“What?” Yuki looked over at him. “You want to go already?”
“Yes...” Choso answered. “I think we should all return.”
“No way dude, this is all too fun and mysterious.” Satoru immediately blurted out.
“Yeah Choso...” Yuki agreed. “We just got here. No way you're tired already. Besides, this is all too cool to quit now.”
Choso exhaled slowly through his nose. “Yuki.” his voice sounded more serious this time, more commanding. “We've been here for more than an hour. There's nothing to see, and to be honest, I don't like being here.” his eyes briefly wandered around the room. “I know you're excited and all, but I don't feel comfortable being here. Honestly, I'd appreciate it if you didn't disagree with me on this one and just came back.”
“Choso.” Yuki scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You say that every time I’m out with your friends. You always want to leave before everyone else.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.” Yuki crossed her arms. “I didn’t say anything sooner because I didn’t want to start an argument, but it feels like you’re being too overprotective. We’re fine. Nothing is going to happen.” she gestured towards you. “She is here too, and I barely get to hang out with her because we’ve all been so busy lately. Can’t you please do this for me once?”
Choso stared at her. “You don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Yuki immediately shot back. The frustration in her voice caught everyone off guard. “Every single time we go somewhere you act like something terrible is about to happen.”
“Because something could happen.”
“But it hasn’t.”
“Yet.” the answer came instantly. Even Choso himself seemed surprised by how harsh he sounded.
Yuki stared at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means look around, Yuki.” Choso spread his arms. “We walked through a wall. We’re in some place nobody understands. We have no clue where we are. We don’t know how big this place is. We don’t know if there’s something else here with us.”
“Exactly.” Yuki replied. “We don’t know. We don’t know anything. Which is why I want to keep exploring.”
Choso let out a disbelieving laugh. “Exploring?”
“Yes.”
“You’re treating this like some vacation.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
The argument was escalating now. You could feel it. Neither of them were really listening anymore.
“You know what?” Yuki stepped closer. “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t make decisions for myself.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“It is.”
“No it isn’t.”
“You literally just asked me to leave because you don’t like being here.”
“Because I’m worried!” the words came out louder than intended.
The entire room fell silent; even Satoru stopped smiling. Toji lowered the camera.
Choso closed his eyes, immediately regretting it, but the words were already out. “I’m worried.” he repeated more quietly. “I’ve been worried since we walked through that wall.”
Yuki’s expression softened slightly, only for a second, then she looked away. “Choso...”
“No.” he shook his head. “I’m serious.” his hand moved through his hair. He looked exhausted. Not physically, but emotionally. “I don’t like this place.” his eyes wandered toward the hallway labeled The End, then to the one labeled Habitable Zone, then back to Yuki. “Every room looks the same. We don’t know where we are. We don’t know where we’re going. We don’t know if we can even find our way back.”
The lights continued humming.
“Maybe I’m overreacting.” Choso admitted. “Maybe I am.”
Yuki remained quiet.
“But I don’t want to keep doing this.”
Yuki looked down at the floor, then back up at him. “And I don’t want to leave.”
Choso’s shoulders dropped. For several seconds neither moved. Neither spoke. The two simply stared at each other. Then Choso slowly let go of her hand.
“Fine.” the word sounded defeated. “Do whatever you want.”
“Choso—”
“No.” he shook his head. “I’m not your father. You’re old enough to do whatever you want.” he turned and began walking away. Towards The End. Away from the argument. Away from the room. Away from the buzzing lights that never seemed to stop.
Yuki watched him leave. Something flickered across her face. Regret. Hurt. Frustration. You couldn’t tell. She turned around too. “Fine,” and started walking in the opposite direction.
“Uhhh guys...” you mumbled. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to split up.”
Neither of them listened. They just kept walking. Further and further away. Disappearing into separate hallways.
“Orrr you can just ignore me.”
The rest of the group remained standing there.
Satoru looked at the corridor Choso disappeared into. Suguru looked at Yuki. Then both looked at each other.
Suguru massaged his forehead. “Satoru, go get Choso and convince him to come back. I’ll go get Yuki and do the same.”
Satoru groaned dramatically. “Alriiiighttt... didn’t think I’d end up playing babysitter in an interdimensional piss maze.”
Despite the argument, a short laugh escaped Suguru. “Just go.”
Satoru saluted. “Yes, sir.”
The two immediately headed in opposite directions, chasing after the couple before they managed to get too far. And just like that, the group became even smaller.
“Of course this had to happen.” Sukuna muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The room felt much larger than before. Only moments ago there had been seven people standing together. The conversations, the jokes, the occasional complaints from Satoru had made the place feel almost normal. Not safe exactly, but manageable. Now half the group had disappeared down separate hallways.
“Toji?” you looked over at him. “Are you, uhhh... going to get them?”
Toji didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the wall of messages. The camera stayed raised, recording it. His gaze moved across the arrows, the warnings, the scribbled notes left behind by people who had apparently been here before.
“Toji?” you repeated.
“Huh?”
Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever thought process he had fallen into.
He looked over his shoulder. “Oh.” he blinked. “Nah.”
“Nah?”
“They’re all grown adults.” he shrugged. “They can take care of themselves.”
You stared at him. That answer wasn't reassuring at all.
“But—”
“I imagine they'll come back here eventually.” Toji adjusted the camera settings while speaking. “So I'll just continue exploring for a bit before they get back.”
“You seriously don't care?”
“Ehhh...” Toji tilted his hand side to side. “Not really.”
Your jaw dropped slightly.
“Like I said, they're adults. My main focus here is getting footage, not looking after them.”
“Okayyy...”
Part of you wasn't sure whether to admire his confidence or be horrified by it. Maybe both.
Sukuna leaned closer to you. “You know they're usually not like this.” he whispered.
You immediately whispered back. “No kidding?”
Normally, Choso and Yuki were practically attached at the hip. Sure, they disagreed sometimes, but never enough to storm off in opposite directions. Suguru and Satoru definitely weren't the type to wander away from each other either. Something about this place seemed to amplify everything. Every irritation, every doubt, every uncomfortable thought, like the rooms quietly took whatever was already inside your head and turned the volume up.
“Anyways,” Sukuna continued, straightening up. “We should stay close to Toji.”
“Yeah....”
You looked down the hallway where Yuki had disappeared, then to the one Choso had taken. Neither of them were visible anymore. The corridors swallowed people surprisingly fast. One minute somebody was standing there. The next they were gone behind a corner.
A strange chill ran through you. For the first time since arriving, the size of this place truly began sinking in. If someone got lost here… how would you even find them? The thought lingered in the back of your mind as Toji started walking without waiting for anyone, without even checking whether the rest of the group was following. He simply picked a direction and kept moving.
Toji paced a few steps ahead of you and Sukuna, keeping some distance while still recording everything else with his camera.
Honestly, you were starting to regret tagging along. Sure, at first the idea had been exciting and you had completely lost your mind when he walked through the wall, but after spending all this time wandering around with nothing particularly interesting happening, it was starting to become boring. The rooms had felt mysterious at first, every hallway making your imagination run wild with possibilities, but after hours of walking through endless yellow rooms and identical corridors, the novelty was beginning to wear off.
You yawned. “I’m hungry.”
Sukuna chuckled softly. “Yeah, same here.”
You continued walking besides him, your footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath your feet. “You know, I’m starting to regret coming along.”
Sukuna dramatically gasped. “Are you saying I’m boring company?”
You giggled. “Well, it’s not you. I like spending time with you, it’s just that this is boring. We haven’t seen anything interesting, and after a while it gets old seeing basically the same rooms over and over again.” you reached over and held onto his hand.
“I get it.” Sukuna nodded. “Normally we’d find something interesting, but this has just been the same rooms with weird doorways and half-finished furniture.”
“You think Toji remembers how to get back?” you asked, glancing briefly at the front before looking back at him.
Sukuna scratched his ear before replying. “Probably not.”
“Figures. We should’ve left a trail or something.”
“Mhhm.” Sukuna nodded in agreement.
The two of you continued walking behind Toji. The cameraman seemed completely absorbed in whatever he was recording. Every now and then he'd stop to film a doorway, a strange piece of furniture, or one of the countless arrows painted across the walls before continuing onward.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“You think the others are fine? I hope Choso and Yuki make up because it’ll be awkward if they break up. You know, us being friends with both. It always feels like you're forced to choose between one or the other.”
Sukuna snorted. “I get it, but they'll probably be okay. It’s not the first time they've argued before, and when they make up they act like it's their first time falling in love.”
“To be fair, they act like that all the time.” a small smile tugged at your lips. “But seriously, I don't think it was a good idea to split up. Whatever. At least Satoru and Suguru are with them and Toji's not alone.”
“Agreed.”
The conversation died down. At first you didn't notice what had changed. Everything around you looked exactly the same, yet something here in this room felt different. The hairs along your arms slowly stood up. Your stomach tightened. The air had grown colder. Not dramatically colder. Just enough for you to notice, enough for your body to notice before your mind did. Your breathing suddenly felt heavier. The uneasy feeling you had experienced when first entering the wall came rushing back stronger than before.
“You feel that too?” you stopped walking, tightening your grip around Sukuna’s hand.
“Yes...” Sukuna immediately stopped as well. His eyes scanned the surrounding rooms, the entrances, corners, dark hallways, every possible direction. It wasn't panic. It was caution.
Ahead of you, Toji paid no attention to either of you. He remained completely absorbed in recording, almost captivated by whatever thoughts were running through his head. You wondered how the camera was still running, but knowing Toji he probably had enough spare batteries stored away to survive the apocalypse.
The three of you continued walking. The temperature seemed to drop another degree. The lights buzzed louder. The silence felt ominous. Toji walked inside a dark corridor. Without warning he took a sharp turn around the corner. The moment he did, his entire body froze. His posture straightened instantly. The camera lowered. For a second he simply stared.
“What the hell?!” his voice echoed through the hallway, then he ran straight into the darkness.
You and Sukuna looked at each other confused and alarmed.
“What?”
“Hey Toji, wait up!”
Neither of you received a response.
You and Sukuna ran after him. By the time you reached the entrance of the dark corridor, Toji was already gone. Only the sound of his footsteps remained, fading somewhere deeper within the maze.
“Let’s go check it out.” Sukuna said. “We can’t lose him.”
You nodded.
The two of you hurried down the hallway. The darkness swallowed the corridor between the pools of light at either end. Your footsteps echoed as you followed the direction Toji had gone, turning the corner and entering the next room he wasn't there.
This new room was enormous. Much larger than the previous ones. Several entrances branched off in different directions, each one leading somewhere else. You and Sukuna stopped in the middle, looking around and listening for Toji, but nothing came.
“Fuck!” Sukuna cursed. “Where the fuck could he have gone?”
“Toji?” you called out. “Where are you?” your voice echoed down one of the tunnels.
No answer came back, only silence.
“Great.” Sukuna sighed.
“What do we do now?”
Sukuna stood there for a minute, thinking. “We should probably look for him. As much as I want to, we can’t just abandon him.”
You huffed. “So where do we go from here?”
The both of you slowly turned, studying each entrance. Trying to decide. Trying to guess. Trying to find some clue.
“Through here.” Sukuna finally pointed to one of the openings.
“Are you sure?”
“No.” he immediately admitted. “But what other choice do we have? We can’t just stay here.”
“Okay...” you slowly inhaled and exhaled.
“Come,”
The two of you walked towards the passageway on the left, stopping briefly at the entrance. For a moment neither of you moved, silently contemplating the decision before finally stepping through. Almost immediately the temperature returned to normal, or at least as normal as it could be in a place like this. The tension in your shoulders eased slightly. The feeling of being watched faded.
You exchanged a look with Sukuna. “I hope we find him.”
“I hope so too.”
Just as every other hallway this one seemed to lead to more pointless rooms. The two of you continued wandering through the maze. Occasionally there would be a random hole in either the ceiling or the floor leading to even more pointless rooms beyond. Every turn was similar to the last. Every corridor seemed to stretch forever before opening into another room that looked the same. Unfortunately, neither of you had been able to find Toji.
At first you had been hopeful. Every new room made you think maybe he would be standing around the corner recording something weird for his channel. Every distant shadow made you wonder if it was him. But after spending who knows how long walking through endless hallways, you were finally forced to admit the truth. He was lost.
“This was such a terrible idea.” you grunted, facepalming yourself.
Sukuna snorted. “You're only realizing that now?”
“Yes.”
Your legs kept moving, taking yet another turn. The conversation died off again as the two of you wandered through another corridor. The lights buzzed faintly overhead. The carpet muffled your footsteps. Everything felt strangely still, which at this point became normal.
Both of you stopped in a new room, but this one was different. Well, not completely different. It still had the same yellow wallpaper and the same unsettling atmosphere. Yet it was undeniably different. The room was slightly larger than the others. A row of pendant lamps hung from the ceiling, each spaced evenly apart. Bright red signs screamed 'EVERYTHING 50% OFF!' from different corners of the room. There were different types of tables: coffee tables, console tables, round tables and dining tables. There were couches: vintage camelbacks, ottomans, recliners, sofas and armchairs. Beyond them sat complete bedroom displays with different bed frames, nightstands and dressers arranged neatly together. It looked like an actual place, a setting.
“Wait...” your voice came out softer. “Is this supposed to be a furniture store?”
“Ikea?” Sukuna said.
You gently smacked his chest. “Not the time for jokes.”
“I wasn't joking.”
He looked completely serious. You rolled your eyes.
“Even so, why would this be here?”
Sukuna shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.”
You both slowly began circling the room, staying close to each other while investigating. You peeked inside drawers. Opened cabinet doors. Checked behind furniture displays. Part of you hoped there would be something useful here. A clue. A note. Anything that could explain where you were or where Toji had disappeared to. Unfortunately, the furniture store seemed just as abandoned as everything else. He was such an idiot for running off like that.
“You know what this whole place makes me feel like?” Sukuna suddenly said.
You glanced over at him. “What?”
“It makes me feel like I'm this forty year old guy stuck in a shitty job after my wife kicked me out of the house and I never got to accomplish my dreams.”
You immediately laughed.
Sukuna made a very dramatic face, closing his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows while somehow still grinning. One fist rose into the air, clenched tightly as if he were starring in some low-budget drama.
Slowly opened his eyes again. “You wouldn't kick me out of our house, right?”
The two of you didn't even have a house yet. You just lived together in a small apartment your father had let you borrow while the two of you scraped together enough money for a place of your own. Having only recently graduated from college and started your lives together, things had been challenging at times, but so far you had managed.
“Hmmm.... I don't know.” you placed a finger against your cheek, pretending to think about it. “If you start acting like an asshole to me, I would.”
“Well then, I'll be sure to be careful.”
“Good boy.” you patted his head.
Sukuna rolled his eyes and put on an annoyed expression, but after spending so many years together you already knew he was only putting on a show. The truth was that he loved when you coddled and praised him, but only when alone. If you were ever to do this in front of his friends you were sure he’d kill you and them.
The two of you simply wandered around the store together; opening more drawers, testing recliners, making fun of ugly furniture designs. It was oddly normal. Almost enough to make you forget you were trapped in an interdimensional maze hidden behind reality.
Sukuna's expression slowly shifted into a devilish grin. That immediately made you suspicious.
“Since we're lost and Toji is not around...” he reached into his pocket. “I have a wonderful idea.” he pulled out his phone.
“Which is?” you narrowed your eyes.
Sukuna slowly approached you, placing one hand on your lower back and pulling you closer until the two of you were face-to-face.
“Well, we're alone and there's tons of mattresses laying around.” he gestured to the bedroom displays with his free hand. “I think you can figure out the rest.” his grin widened. He looked far too pleased with himself.
“Seriously? Now?”
“Why not?”
You shook your head. “We're lost in a nightmare.”
“Exactly.”
“That is not helping your argument.”
“It is from my perspective.” he laughed. “Think about it. Nobody’s around, so it’s not like they’re going to notice. Besides, imagine the views we’ll get if we fuck in a place like this.”
You looked around at the strange space surrounding you. It would be like the two of you were having sex in a furniture store, but something about this place wasn’t right.
You bit your lip, thinking it over before eventually giving in. “Okay... just make sure you crop out our faces when you upload it.”
Sukuna walked over to one of the bedroom sets, clicking record on his phone and placing it on top of a dresser to capture both of you as well as the weird-looking background.
“Of course. I always blur out our faces when I upload.” he started taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants.
You laid on the bed, taking off your clothes as well and getting ready into position. “You even have signal on that thing? Mine wasn’t working earlier.”
“Nah, but after we get out of here I’ll upload it to our shared account. You know, surprisingly, Twitter pays well.”
“Makes sense. People are horny over there.”
You spread out on the bed, shifting to the side with your legs apart. From over your shoulder, you could already see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his boxers. It suddenly became very obvious why he had suggested the idea in the first place. The man had been hard this entire time.
A soft giggle escaped you.
Sukuna leaned over your body, leaving kisses across your face as he immediately got to work, gently pressing his fingers against your clothed womanhood.
A soft sigh escaped you. Neither of you seemed concerned about the endless maze.
Your hand found its way to his dick, slowly stroking him as he continued kissing your cheek and jaw.
The familiar intimacy eased some of the tension that had settled into your body over the past few hours. Being trapped should have felt terrifying, but with him close, it became easier to forget.
Moving across the bed, you came face-to-face with his hardened cock. A smile found its way to your lips as your hand wrapped around his shaft, tapping it gently against your lips before bringing it in your mouth. Slow, steady motions followed as your head bobbed around him, savoring the salty taste of his precum. A deep breath filled your lungs before taking him fully, his tip reaching the back of your throat while your lips brushed lightly against his darkened pink pubes.
“Hmmmphh…” you moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder as his hand tightened around the back of your head.
Looking up, you watched his jaw hang open as he breathed deeply, eyes squeezed shut while he gently guided your head back towards him each time you pulled away. Fighting the urge to gag, you focused on steadying your breathing against the feeling of him fully sheathed in your mouth.
“Fuuuck…” he groaned, opening his eyes slowly to look down at you.
Without breaking eye contact, you slowly pulled away from him. His hand remained resting on your head but made no move to pull you back. Instead, his gaze sharpened, something darker settling behind it.
Suddenly your hips were in his hands.
With a firm grip, he turned you around until your face was buried in the pillows before dropping to his knees and tugging your panties down. Strong hands settled on your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dragged his tongue across your slit. A bite of your lip did little to muffle the sounds escaping you. Fingers tightened around the pillow instead, knuckles slowly turning white against the fabric. Sukuna pressed the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, flicking your bud rapidly before sliding it back to your entrance. The juices spilled onto his mouth as he continued savoring them, like a thirsty man who hadn’t had water in over twenty-four hours. Sukuna continued. You bit your lip, trying—and miserably failing—to quiet down the moans. Your hands clutched the pillow tightly.
Without a warning Sukuna pulled away. You turned your head to look at him, a smirk pressed on his face.
He pumped his dick three times before guiding himself inside you.
A sharp breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the familiar intrusion as he slowly filled you, every inch making your body tense before gradually giving way. Not that you weren't used to Sukuna, but every time he pushed inside it still sent a sudden shock through you, that brief moment of adjustment making your fingers tighten against the sheets.
“Ohh, baby….” you moaned, pressing yourself harder into the pillows while shifting your thighs upward, spreading them further to give him more room.
Maybe it was because the place felt so empty. Maybe it was because everything around felt artificial. Whatever the reason, the need to be close suddenly felt stronger than usual.
Too impatient to give either of you much time to think, Sukuna immediately set a steady rhythm of thrusts. A low groan escaped him as one hand remained anchored on your lower back, keeping you close while the other traveled upwards to unclasp your bra. The garment slipped away seconds later, his touch lingering before that same hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there as if he couldn't bear to put any distance between the two of you.
Sukuna kept thrusting, his pace slowly losing whatever restraint he had before, each movement growing rougher and more desperate than the last.
Unable to stay pressed against the pillows any longer, you pushed yourself upright until your back rested against his chest. One hand found its way to his neck before tangling into his hair, holding on for support as the uneven rhythm of your breaths mixed together.
“You feel good…”
Sukuna was pounding into you when he abruptly pushed your body forward, the force making him slip out and leaving you feeling suddenly empty. He climbed onto the bed sideways, his legs facing the phone’s camera.
Immediately, you knew what to do.
You moved over, spreading your legs on either side of him as you sat on top. From the vanity mirror, you could see both yourself and him beneath you.
Settling into a steady rhythm, you found your pace. The knot in your stomach tightened little by little, each movement making it harder to focus on anything else. Around you, the lights continued their low flickering, the cold air of the furniture store contrasting sharply with the heat building between your bodies. Both of your noises mixed together, uneven breaths and quiet sounds filling the otherwise empty room. It made it easier to forget where you were.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Sukuna groaned. His hands snaked over to your breasts, fondling them. He had once jokingly called them his “personal stress balls,” though judging by the way he looked at you now, there was nothing particularly humorous about it.
A shaky laugh almost escaped you before it dissolved into another breathless sound.
The longer it went on, the more restraint seemed to leave him.
“Babe…” you whined, pressing your nails on his pectorals, leaving tiny scratches that would fade by morning. “I’m going to cum soon…”
Something flashed across his face at the confession. His grip tightened. He pulled away again, forcing a frustrated sound from your throat before guiding you onto your back. In one swift motion, he lifted your hips and repositioned himself, wasting little time before pulling you close again. Sukuna groaned loudly, any remaining restraint disappearing as his pace became increasingly relentless.
“I’m about to—” you cried out, the words breaking apart before you could even finish them.
“Cum with me.” he whispered into your ear, his voice rough and husky.
The request sounded less like an order and more like a plea. Something in his tone sent a shiver through you.
His grip tightened instinctively, holding you closer as if putting distance between the two of you was physically impossible. Every uneven breath, every sound, every desperate movement seemed to blur together until there was nothing left beyond the overwhelming need for each other.
The two of you came apart at the same time.
For several seconds neither of you could do anything except breathe. Both breaths came uneven and ragged. Sukuna practically collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest pressing against your back as he struggled to catch his breath, his forehead resting briefly against your shoulder.
He placed a kiss on your cheek, sweat still dripping down his forehead.
“You stink.” you murmured against the pillows.
“Like you smell any better.”
The two of you chuckled at the meaningless exchange.
Sukuna painfully moved off you and sat besides you, his back pressed on the headboard. “Wish I had a cig right now.”
“You think this place has showers? I could go for one right now.”
Sukuna sighed, getting off the bed and tossing your clothes back to you before grabbing his own and pulling them on. “Here, put these on before the others come. And no, I don't think so. Well, I haven't seen any, but if I did I'm definitely thinking about doing a part two for this.”
He grabbed the phone from the top of the dresser, clicking the red button to stop the recording before walking back over to the bed. “Uhhh, I'll edit it later.”
Opening the gallery, he gave the video a quick review before making any major changes, like blurring out both your faces.
“Okay...” you lazily reached across the bed, grabbing your clothes and painfully pulling them back on. “You know, next time you don't have to be so rough.”
He paused the video and looked up, giving you a warm smile. “Sorry, angel.” he resumed the footage.
You cuddled against his side and closed your eyes, enjoying the chance to rest. For the first time in hours, neither of you were walking. Neither of you were searching. Neither of you were worrying about endless hallways or where the others had gone off to.
The buzzing lights in the background seemed to grow louder and louder.
Sukuna went quiet for a second, then asked, “Wait... what is that...?” his voice was softer now, kinda confused.
You opened one eye.
Sukuna brought the phone closer to his face and increased the brightness. “Hey babe, do you see this thing?” he shook your shoulder and flipped the screen to you.
Blinking away your exhaustion, you squinted at the footage. “No...? Is there supposed to be something?”
Sukuna frowned. His finger tapped a specific spot on the screen. “Right here in the corner. Doesn't the background look weird to you?”
You looked again, harder this time. The footage showed a dark hallway splitting into three directions: forward, left, and right. There was nothing unusual, at least nothing you could see.
“No. I don't see anything. What do you see?”
His expression slowly shifted. Curiosity. Confusion. Concern. Without answering, he stood up from the bed.
“Ryo?”
With his phone in hand, he began walking towards that same darkened corner visible in the recording. His figure disappeared into the shadows.
“Babe, come back here. There's nothing over there.” you lazily waved a hand, your face still pressed against the cheap cotton sheets.
No answer came. For a few seconds everything was silent. Then suddenly a loud terrifying scream. The sound echoed throughout the furniture store.
Every hair on your body stood upright. A wave of nausea rolled through your stomach.
“Sukuna!” you sat upright immediately. The right part of your brain fought to take control. It was probably a joke, a prank. It wouldn't have been the first time your boyfriend decided to mess with you after sex.
“Ryomen, come back here!”
Nothing, only the noise of the ceiling lamps now becoming louder than before.
The furniture store remained perfectly still. Tentatively, you climbed off the bed slowly. Each step felt heavier than the last as you approached the same darkened corner he had disappeared into. The shadows grew larger.
“Ryo, stop that. This isn't funny.” your voice came out smaller than intended. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs.
As you reached the doorway, your steps faltered, stopping before it. You tried your best to peer through the darkness, trying to find him, trying to hear something, anything, but there was nothing there.
“Ryo... please come back. This isn't funny...” the bedsheet remained clutched tightly around your body as though it could somehow protect you.
Taking a shaky breath, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself, trying your best to feel brave and step into the hallway. The darkness swallowed you almost immediately.
“Ryo... where are you?” your voice echoed into the corridor.
Still no answer from him.
From somewhere behind you a sound. A horrible screeching noise. Getting closer. The movements were fast, too fast.
Your heart stopped. Spinning around, you caught a glimpse of something illuminated by the distant lights of the furniture store. It was a tall dark shape. Its limbs seemed to bend in ways they shouldn't. And it was charging directly at you.
You opened your mouth and screamed. The thing lunged, and everything went dark.
Dividers by: @\somebitchprobably-graphicdump
Note: Ngl I feel like this was a sloppy work, but tbh it's so hot out here I can barely do anything besides be in the pool. Myb guys u_u
summary: bobby has been missing for months, last seen with his manager and no other word. you’ve cried, you’ve put up posters, you’ve answered questions. and most of all you’ve waited. but one thing you didn’t expect, was when he actually came back..
a/n: his back and forth was kind of inspired by nikki from obsession (besides the wish stuff and it’s just the backrooms fucking with him) i wanted to make this more than just smut, so i hope you sexies enjoy !!
The morning the call came you felt it. It came early, far too early than a call should come. One that was normal.
The shift came first. The unease settling into your stomach, your hand hovering over the phone as the bedsheets shrugged down your body. The other side, his side, was empty, cool and dull where it once would have left you kicking off the covers from your legs. An annoyed groan coming from being shoved too far into the pillow. How you missed that noise.
Your fingers wrapped the cord with a desperate hesitation. Push and pull back before you finally plucked the courage to press it to your ear.
“So sorry for the late call. But you were the only contact.” A man’s voice comes through the speaker, tired and gruff, one you’d expect to hear from the movies. Like he was torn between duty and doing right and falling asleep where he sat.
“No.. it’s okay, what is it?” You spoke quickly, stuttering it out as sleep clings to your eyes, falling away every second the anxiety crept in.
The officer droned on, and from consistent lack of sleep and your cheek shoved hovering over the receiver, you’d hardly listened. You waited for words, something to make your ears prick up. And it came, slowly.
“There’s no simple way to put this..”
The breath caught in your throat, hitching and drafting in the cold. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, your heart thumped too loud in your chest and ears to do anything other than breathe. This was news. It could be anything, it could be bad, it could be—
“We’ve got someone you might want to talk to.”
A sound escaped your mouth, about to speak, about to ask, pushing yourself up onto your one arm.
“Miss it’s—“ Suddenly, his voice stopped. The other end crackling with static before settling to an anticipatory silence. And that’s when it came, tired and shaky, and all him.
“Hey baby, it’s Bobby..”
The phone suddenly weighed a ton, and it shook in your hand. You hadn’t finished what you were even about to say, the way you felt the sob erupt in your throat, before you sprung out of bed. It dropped back onto the nightstand with a clatter and you didn’t pick it back up. In fact you didn’t pick up anything. Only a hoodie that lay on the chair, his, no car keys.
He came back to you in arms of police. Slumped on a bench in a hallway after questioning in a dimly lit corridor with his hands in his lap. The hoodie they gave him was different to his own, the clothes he’d worn the morning he’d disappeared were gone. They stitched his face in two places, one across his nose, the other at his jaw, and bruises littered in other place, his hands twitching and feet tapping impatiently.
Bobby didn’t have time to speak, your had flung your arms around him as soon as you met eyes around the corner. He embraced you tighter, arms circling around your waist, and a hand holding your head into his neck. He felt thinner, his body sagging against yours as he fell into it. Your tears stained his shoulder, and his own fell into your hair, soft sobs wracking your bodies.
“God I’ve missed you..”
“Yeah, no kidding..” You mumbled through your tears, offering what smile could reach your face. Your fingers finding their way over his face as his does yours, taking each other in with a disbelief that makes your eyes grow wide.
No one else had been accounted for. Clark, Kat, even a mention of Clark’s therapist, Mary that he’d mentioned to you once on one of his drunken rants. The time he had shouted at you and Bobby to get out of the store far before closing time. That was months ago, weeks before they all had even gone missing. But you didn’t leave time to question it, and neither did the detective standing in the doorway.
He sent you both away with a curt nod, and a careful order to get him some rest and ‘take good care of him, he looks pretty banged up’. And he does, he looks like he’s been through hell. His face paled and sunken in, eyes dark around the edges, but his body is warm against you, gentle.
And he didn’t let go all the way home, didn’t even stop looking at you. His hand threaded through yours over the gearstick as you drove, the last hours of night falling around you.
He was here, he was home..
—
“You might want to slow down..”
“Mmhm.. no way.” His spoon scrapes the bowl with a screech and he shovels another spoonful of cheerios into his mouth. He eats the way a dog would. Shameless and happily. Though he’s never been much for manners.
Bobby, always in a rush. And he does it in a way that almost makes you forgive him on the spot. Flashing that soft grin with a mouthful you, and that twinkle in his eyes.
You hadn’t asked him what he ate there, where he was, and he didn’t tell you. He only began to speak of some of it in detail, the things he could remember, or rather the things he could put into words, after days.
But there’s blips in his memory. things that don’t add up.
There were walls, and doors. An endless place where nothing made sense, and he wasn’t alone. The thoughts you conjure up look like something from someone on a bad acid trip, and for a while you wonder if it was. If someone laced some of his pot and he took off. But the look in his eyes says something different.
The look says others were involved, says that the evidence is all there, but even that couldn’t account for what happened. It’s real. And whatever, wherever he’s been, he doesn’t want to relive any of it.
You’ve seen it sometimes in mirrors and reflections. Where he passed by the bay window and stares too long in the bathroom. His eye, his body. It’s no different to how it’s always been, save for the bruises. But there’s the same slouch in his frame and swagger in his hips. But he pauses.
Almost inhumanly, like when someone forgets what they doing and have to counteract and rethink. But it’s more than that with him you notice, it’s like he’s recalibrating, like how a machine would.
Shut down, start again, think it over, and carry on.
It starts with small things. And then he becomes hyper fixated on you, and how you hurt.
He notices you flinch when you burn your hand on the stove. It’s nothing, just a quick sting, a sharp breath you barely mean to take back.
But Bobby sees it like it’s an emergency.
His eyes track your hand immediately, “That hurt.”
You shrug it off, turning to face him, “It’s fine, it’s just—”
“It shouldn’t be.”
The way he says it isn’t angry, but it’s final.
From then on, he watches. Not constantly, obviously, but it’s enough that you feel it. Like everything around you is learning you, like he is.
The next time you cut your finger, he’s already there before you even register it. He takes your hand gently, like he’s afraid of pressure itself.
“You don’t need this,” he says.
You blink. “Need what?”
“This.” He turns your hand slightly, studying the tiny line of red like it’s an error in something perfect. “Getting hurt and just… accepting it.”
You let out a breath. “Bobby, people get small cuts all the time.” His gaze lifts to yours.
It’s flat again. Focused.
“But why should you? Why should any of us?”
There it is again, that wrong kind of logic. His voice gets breathy then, almost like he’s about to break, tears under the laughter that comes from his mouth.
You try to laugh it off, try to pull your finger back, but he holds it in his, “Because that’s life.”
He tilts his head slightly, like the word “life” doesn’t translate correctly anymore.
“You had to adapt in there.. just to survive. It became everything.”
His thumb brushes just above the cut, small droplets beading with sting down your skin and you wince.
“And now you don’t have to adapt anymore.”
Your words register, but he doesn’t answer to them. Because it’s true, he doesn’t. Whatever that seems to mean.
“I’d take it away if I could.”
You go still.
“What do you mean?”
His eyes don’t move from your skin, and it tells you what he doesn’t say.
Your hurt, I’d take it all away if I could. I don’t know how, it doesn’t make sense, but I’d try. I’d try it all for you. I’d make being here count.
That lands wrong in your chest.
“Bobby… no. That’s not how it works.”
He finally looks up again.
And there’s something almost offended there now. Not at you, but at the idea that he can’t do that, that his brain is working far too fast for his thinking.
“I can take it away.. let me take it away for you baby.”
His hand raises to your cheek, your finger still clutched in his other, drawn right close to his face. It’s like it had something to give, and it’s almost him, it’s so close to being. It’s rushed and soft and careful, and it doesn’t know where to land. A finger slides through your hair, your breathing sharp as your finger presses to his lips, leaving a trail of blood.
“I’m better.”
The words crack strangely, and he’s repeating something he needs to believe.
For a second something flickers across his face. Confusion like grief, a fracture opening beneath the surface that leaves his smile appearing and disappearing in the same breath.
“I’m better,” he says again, quieter this time.
And God, part of him seems almost devastated by it.
Because whatever happened to him, whatever was taken apart and put back together wrong, it left one thing untouched.
You.
His eyes search your face with an intensity that makes your chest tighten.
You know that look.
Bobby used to look at you like that when he was in love. His jaw ticking and eyes blinking carefully. Now he looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him anchored.
Like if he can just fix enough of the world around you, maybe the pieces inside him will stop rattling. Because he tries to silence it, he wants to so bad, he wants to take away every memory from that fucked up place. But he just.. can’t.
He leans closer, voice lowering, almost intimate
“I can make it better for you too.”
Your hand stays in his, threading through his fingers. But you realise, distantly, that this isn’t relief breaking through him.
It’s obsession.
Every time you wince, every time you get tired, every tiny hurt catches his attention and never quite lets it go. He circles back to them hours later. Days later. Asking if it still aches. If it’s gone. If he can help.
As if he’s collecting evidence, as if loving you has become tangled up with fixing.
And somewhere inside that fractured mind he’s decided that if you’re safe, if you’re comfortable, if nothing ever hurts you again, then maybe all of this was worth it.
Because that's when it dawns on you further. He hasn't let go since he came back. Not once. And now the way he holds you feels less like reassurance..
But it's still him. It's still Bobby, yours. And he reminds you of it. He reiterates it over and over everytime he sees the change in your eyes.
Because he does, he notices everything. The flicker of uncertainty, the gentle blow of your pupil with everything you can't name, the wanting, the longing. The fact he knows he's been missing for months and he left you alone, and that he is so sorry baby..
But he's here now. And he's good, great even, and he can prove it, he swears up and down that he can.
He just wants you.
And it’s not that you don’t. You do. You feel the want in every tug in your bones, every brush of his hand and breath at your ear. He’s been gone too long, the apartment empty and wrong. Now somehow it feels whole again. It’s sharper now, but hungry in all the ways it ever has been. When his teeth graze your throat and hands slide down your sides. They dig in. Searching, groping at the flesh, and his breathing is so ragged it consumes you.
You pull away. It’s instinct, it’s not want. Something creeping inside of you tells you it in harsh pangs in your gut.
He lets you, resting back into the kitchen counter, hands bracing there as he watches. His eyes follow you as you stand there, motionless and thinking. Bobby can’t read your mind, no amount of burning his gaze into your skull can do that, but the weight of it undoes you.
“I think you need rest..”
He just nods and lets you again. Allows you to lead him, and to take the first few steps as you turn away from him before he pushes mindlessly off of the counter. after you.
The bed is warm with both of you in it, the sheets pulled tight over your bodies in the first bit of normality you’ve both allowed yourself. He stills, splaying out on his back with one arm tucked behind his head in the pillows. You half expected him to fumble with his camera, mess about with it and keep the red light blinking for hours. Like he always has. But he doesn’t. Instead, his breathing evens out, an unusual slow.
But you curl around him anyway. He’s only just gotten home, the rest will come with time. For now your just thankful he’s even here, thankful for the fact he holds you even tighter, and you can hear the stuttering of his heartbeat in his chest, so calming that you surrender to it. The beating in your ears is a lull, its safety, its home. And he’s home. The tears almost fall again, welling at your eyes as you force them shut with a sting.
You don’t want to unnerve him, not after everything he’s been through. He deserves normalcy, and time, and this is it. So you push it down, swallowing it sharply until you succumb to sleep, fingers clutching tightly just to reassure yourself he’s there.
But Bobby hears it, the bobbing of your throat as you hold everything back. He doesn’t say anything, he knows better than to push. Because that’s it, he already knows.
He dreamt every space of time in there wondering, hoping, driving himself crazy just with the hope that he’d be in your arms again, and he is. He can’t seem to cry, even though he feels he could, but it claws deep in his chest, right where you lay, an empty void.
One they told him would be normal. That it’s common in his circumstances to feel an emptiness, a reintegration with society, particularly without knowing where, how and why can be difficult. It will be. But there was no telling how much.
Because where he went wasn’t on some crazy bender, it wasn’t a break from reality like the “kids these days and their down sides of smoking too much pot”. Where he went wasn’t Santa Clara. Where he went wasn’t anywhere at all, but he’d been there.
A place one you’ve been, you don’t truly leave.
The world around just seems surreal, like peeling back the chipped paint and cracked sidewalks would reveal everything. And maybe it could, after all it’s nothingness he fell into. His mind drifts as he stares up at the ceiling, fingers softly soothing at your back. He thinks of Clark, and Kat, and whoever else might have ever found that place. He wonders if they ever got out, or if the screams he heard were real, if the blood that caught under his nails and the dirt that sifted over his clothes were by his hands.
There’s no telling. But these hands, they hold you, that’s all he can think of. And they continue to rub at your back and comb through your hair. And because of it, somehow, some part of him feels together, and he’s able to for once close his eyes and feel sleep ways over him.
—
You try to ignore his words, the odd things they come out of his mouth, the things he mouths to himself when he thinks no one is looking.
But you can’t help it, it’s everywhere.
The first few days, he bounces back fast. He’s himself, and you’re certain he is. He’s bright and smiley, flashing you that grin even where it pulls at the stitches across his nose and chin. His hand folds into yours, threading through your fingers and curling at your knuckles and the kiss he pressed to your lips is tender.
But he has moments. Blips in his memory, like when he tells the stories of what he saw in there, he becomes jittery and lit of place.
You reassure him. You try. The store has been closed for further investigation, yellow banded tape crossed over every window and door. As if hadn’t cautioned out customers before, but that was the last place, the place where he disappeared. Even after all the pointing and the answers to the questions, he gives the detectives a direction, a complete map of what he saw. But they turn a blind eye, they don’t even look.
They just pave over the whole thing. Some even look at him likes he’s gone crazy.
You went through a wall?
Not through the wall, it’s.. listen, it’s a door. I don’t know how it works, but Clark, he showed me. It’s literally downstairs, the lower level I can show you.
Okay, that’s enough kid..
He patted him on the back, turning the pair of you away. They’d only called him back into questioning just to get a better idea, thinking that sitting down and retracing steps would work better than forcing him to speak the night he ran into the station.
Bobby never looked so angry, so ready to jump if you didn’t have your arm around you. He knows how it sounds, how stupid and crazy it sounds, and it really does. But he was there, he did go through the wall, and he didn’t come back until he found himself back months later. And that was only luck.
You watch him carefully. All the things he does. The checking, the overcompensating.. The way he wants to break back into the place, to show you everything on the camcorder, everything he picked up and that the police don’t want to hear. But how can he, because everytime he looks your way, the way he glances at you just to ask.
You don’t think I’m crazy do you?
—
The light reaches you before you can barely open your eyes all the way, rubbing them just to blink through the weariness. The bed dipped earlier but you thought nothing of it, just the steady warmth returning until it didn’t. You could hear him in the bathroom for a while, stepping back into the room with a creak in the floorboards, and he stopped for a moment. Watching.
But he didn’t come back to bed. And after a while, your body already wired, it kept you awake.
The static flickers on the tv, a dark greyish blue consuming the room.
His back faces you, his legs pressed over his knees from where he sits on the floor. Nothing plays on the video, just the grainy black and white shuffling over and over again with the noise over the top. Your steps reach the back of the couch, squinting just to see him properly.
“You scared of me now?” His speaks through the dark almost expectantly.
“Bobby what are you doing?”
“Answer me..”
“No I’m not.. why..” You answer gently.
“Then why’d you pull away.”
The shadow of his nose turns toward the light, golden strands of hair slipping into his eyes, leaving you out of view. But not unseen.
His gaze finds you anyway.
“When did I—”
“The other night. In the kitchen.”
Silence comes then, and his jaw works, chewing the inside of his cheek with everything pent up.
Like he’s chewing on something he doesn’t know how to swallow.
“You remember that?”
The question comes out quieter than you expect, but it’s not defensive, part of it is hopeful, part of it hungry.
You nod, only once and Bobby exhales through his nose. For a second his shoulders loosen, as if something had been handed back. Reassurance.
“You stayed.”
Your stomach twists. His voice seems smaller, shaky where he can’t seem to fully look at you, but he tries.
“Of course I stayed.”
His eyes flick over your face. Searching and searching. He’s looking for the moment you’ll take the words back, that you’ll call him crazy like the rest of them and leave him. But you don’t. And part of him knows that.
And he can’t let go of that, he never could before, and he wasn’t going to now. So he seizes it, rising for his feet in barely a blink and he’s in front of you. The static still mumbles on the tv, but it just shadows you both.
A hand clamps harsh around your waist, moving you in his grip to face him. His face is wet with tears, twinkling in the light where they remain following you.
“Bobby..?” You call out to him softly and he only presses into you.
“Shh.. it’s okay,” His breath hits your neck, breathless and snarling, but his face hardly moves. Your fingers brace around the counter he backs you both up into, his thumbs rubbing circles at your flesh where you don’t move away. You don’t pull away. You can’t and you don’t want to. But you feel the shift.
“I want you.”
His hand curls at the back of your back, backing you both into the edge of the couch, your legs hitting it with a thump. His mouth slides down to your ear, shaking you into his hold, pressing himself, his aching need into you. The motion makes you gasp, lips parting and he catches them, messy and wet with his own mouth.
“I want you to be mine again..” He mumbles against your lips, rolling the plumpness between his teeth.
“Bobby I’am yours..” His face comes into full view then, patterned by the moonlight breaking through the blinds.
“You promise ?”
His head falls back, body contorting around you, rocking back just to get a better look at you.
In this light, his canines just look that bit sharper, longer, glinting in the crackle of the tv set. The whites of his eyes keel over and roll back as they take you in, pupils blown in a black that covers the iris completely.
You don’t question it, something tells you not to. Some part of it is alluring, drawing you in like a dangerous honey, and you nod softly.
And that’s all he takes. In every way he can, in every way Bobby does. He collides. It’s slow but it’s desperate, his mouth consumes yours skillfully, tongue licking into yours as his hand circles to the back of your head.
“All mine.. just mine.”
He kisses you like that until your back hits the wall and your legs stumble, just so thy he can catch you into his arms. He wraps them around his waist, carrying you all the way, shedding your sleep shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. There is an ache in the way he takes his time, gripping and tugging at every bit of flesh, kicking the door open with a careless groan.
You drop onto the bed with a huff, arms splaying out just for a moment until he’s on you again. His knees rise over your hips, squeezing you from the sides, caging you in.
His face goes blank where it drapes at your neck. Blue eyes faded to nothing but desire and primal hunger. And need. The primal urge is all too much, it consumes him, lights a fire deep in his belly and he knows in every shiver that creeps his spine, he has to have you. His hands hook around the waistband of your shorts, shrugging them off in one quick motion along with your panties, sliding down the thin fabric down your legs.
Then it’s all mess and warmth, the steady descent of him drowning in you, giving in to what he’s spent so long thinking of, dreaming of.
The sensation coasts down your body in waves, left by open mouthed kisses sucked over your skin. His lips press sweetly before they part, biting down roughly, catching you in his arms before you can pull back. The wince wracks your whole body, shivering under his touch as his fingers dig into the flesh of your navel, following the arch of your hips. It chases the feeling against you, the hard rip of teeth slicing into your skin, drawing red marks that bruise underneath it.
The one at your thigh drips languidly, acrid and tacky in thin droplets. Blood, your blood. And it’s his tongue that smoothes over it, soothing the wound where it opens, tears pricking your eyes where you become entirely undone. Your eyelids flutter, hands fisting the sheets around you and whatever else you can grab at.
He traces down where the trail follows, down across your thigh where the blood smears, down over the mound of your pussy where it mixes with your arousal, slick and dripping in your heat.
Bobby takes one longing look, one dark one shooting straight between your legs where you can see him. His touch is reverent, his mouth is hot right where you ache, and his eyes are completely blown black. Animalistic.
He delves in shamelessly, drinking you down with a long, flat suck through your folds, tongue dragging along your hole and circling at your clit.
“Taste s’good..”
He laps at you mercilessly, loud and unclean, claiming in a way that only comes from longing, or in Bobby’s case, devotion. His nose drags across your swollen clit, the skin rippling where you shake and tremble but he doesn’t let up. He devours you. Hands curl underneath you, tugging your further down onto him than even possible from the flesh of tour ass, your thighs fallen limp and curled over his back, the taut muscle flexing where he eagerly fucks you with his tongue.
His mouth closes over your pussy, rising just to catch where he sucks down hard on your clit, as it pulses and clenched around nothing.
“Good girl, so needy for it..” Wet muscle works its way into your hole, delving and lapping, feeling for where your moans pitch highest, working you there until you come undone. And you do. In hot pulses of pleasure that sift through your body, leaving your fingers tangled into his hair, holding and gripping as you rock yourself through his high. His tongue doesn’t relent, and neither does he, simply lets you chase the high until you’re dripping down his chin, sweet wetness that he slurps back into his mouth with a dark grin.
You whine out his name, eyes fluttering closed as your head lulls back onto the mattress. Something snaps again in him, harder this time, and unrestrained. One that leaves his fingers pinned around your wrists, shrugging the rest of his jeans down right to his knees.
“Open up your eyes.. look at me.”
Slender fingers cup your jaw, the other spreading your legs wider, thighs parting so he settles between them. He frees himself and his cock is dripping, twitching from where it sits so hard, an aching red and leaking from its tip. The sight makes you salivate, drenching the back of your throat near as much as your thighs.
“There she is..”
His hand wraps around it once, fisting it in a heavy pump that makes him groan, his throat bobbing as he rises back over you. The muscle of his biceps tick as they frame you, laying right beside your head, fingers flexing out to pat the strands of your hair. A delicate softness for all the depraved things he wants to do, that he’s compelled to do to you.
The tip of nose brushes your cheek, breath stuttering where he slides his hardness through your slick folds, resting himself with short thrusts on your pussy. The whine catches in your chest, your breaths mingling, and he looks down at you, and it takes a few blinks for you to notice. He’s really looking. Committing you to memory as if he’s seeing you for the first time all over again, his head tilts, only slightly, studying you once over.
His mouth claims your own, lips shoving into yours in a biting kiss, and then he gives in. He rolls his hips back to punch them into you, nestling right deep where you take all of him at once, stretching you deliciously to the limit.
“Oh, fuck..”
You gasp into his mouth, breath mingled with his own as his eyes squeeze shut, cursing at the clenching of your pussy around him, sucking him in greedily.
“I know, I know.. So good for me..” He rocks into you then, silencing your whines with his mouth, slipping his tongue so deep whatever is left of your faded mind swears it hits the back of your throat. His hips grind and ride over you until it punches deeper and consumes you.
“My angel, my girl..”
His cock drags inside of you, pounding over and over again until the breath is stolen from your lungs, constricted by his arm around your neck and the sheer weight of him pressing into you. biting into the back of your neck. Sweat coats your bodies, a sheen of arousal that grows hotter between you, beckoning him more, to give you more, to never leave your side again. And he vows it, pledges it into your body with his own.
Just like he won’t let you go.
His teeth bare sink into flesh without thinking, settling at the curve at of your jugular, not enough to tear, but enough to feel the pinch constrict. The tears fall over your cheeks, pattering in droplets right into where his mouth sits on your skin. He licks them away steadily right with the flick of his tongue, salt and sweat coating his lips with every other part of you that he’s collecting.
“Come on that’s it.. you got another one f’me yeah?” He rasps darkly, smirk pulling where his teeth graze your ear, smug and merciless.
Your whines keen into the sheets, shoved with a gasp every time he tugs you back onto him, mouth roaming relentlessly, restlessly where he can’t get enough of you. The feeling is too much, not enough, it’s burning hot where your skin slides together, his hips cracking into the curve of your ass just to drag further into your sopping pussy.
Your tits bounce with the force of his grinding, Bobby’s fingers pinching around to cup them, face pressing further down your body, curling over you. He growls low and guttural, suckling over every patch of skin he can find, “Shit.. take it baby, take all of me," His hands roam, scooping at the back of your thighs where they fall. He feels you falter, your thighs twitching and shaking, and he snags them, squeezing them as he shoves them up to your chest as he rises, moving you closer into him.
“Bobby.. fuck—“
He ruts into you at a pitiless pace, fingers pinching tight as they curl around your knees and legs, snapping right into your wet heat, and the whole of your body tightens. His thumb, or his fingers, you can’t tell, swipe over your throbbing clit, already too much and he circles, thumbing it in a rhythm that sends you over the edge. Your body leans forward, shooting up into him with a sharp cry of his name, heat bursting through your body, right deep where he kisses your cervix and all the way into your the tips of your toes.
Your pussy flutters around him, and the pulse is dizzying. He stutters, staggering where he tries to keep himself upright, fucking you through your high as it filters out, your hips spasming at the touch. He thrusts sloppily into you, slowly grinding down, rolling properly into you until he is collapsing.
He wants to keep you like this, to fill you, to do it over and over again until neither of you can take it. It burns in his chest, with every aching drag of his cock inside of you, and every loud ring of your moans in his ears.
“That’s it, that’s my girl..” His groan is hoarse, breaking at the edges where it’s rough, bordering on a whine as he shoves his face into your neck. His breath brushes your damp skin, inhaling your scent heavily, still suffering inside of you.
“Fuck I’ll..” His chest falls over yours, unhooking your legs carefully to lay down at his dies, “I’ll give you everything..” He punctuates with one last pump, stilling as his lips purse against you.
Neither of you seem to disconnect from one another, his arms releasing you just enough to curl around the back of you. The sleep that was lost before gently intoxicating you both in your bliss. He kisses at the back of your neck and your shoulder, the sheets swarmed over you and his arm that hands over your waist.
“I love you..”
Are the only words you hear, over and over again as he whispers them into your ear. You mumble it back softly with your eyes closed, falling back into the warm wall of his chest.
And only then does he drift, soothed at your side, where he belongs. Where he’s home.
—
Part of him wants back there, and it’s not conscious, it’s the twitch in his sleep and the tug in his peripheral. Part of him wants to take you with him. But he can’t, he won’t subject you to that, nor even to change it. So he holds you tighter, pulls you closer.
It’s more calculated than it once was, but it’s just as warm, inviting, sometimes too much. That you have to remind yourself to be careful, that he’s hurting and it’s going to take time.
But some things don’t change, they don’t change at all.
He was protective over it at first, scrolling through tape after tape just to jam up the roll so none of it could be seen again. Only the old ones came through, the soft memories, not the evidence. Screams and questions were replaced with gentle laughter and cursing when he’d drop it from zooming too close.
The camera sits in your hands, heavy and jarring. The noise whirrs sharply, echoing in the thin halls of your shared apartment, and you go to cover it, even though he’s out. You sent him on a grocery store run minutes ago, just before he slipped you a kiss through the screen door.
You flicker through every video. You wanted to see for yourself, to hear him out and find the evidence that you believe from him. But there’s nothing, and you go to put it down. You’re so close to. But then it comes up, flashing blue and broken before the colours come through.
It’s titled from back then. A week or so only after he went missing. Your eyes squint at the small screen just to get a better view, and it shakes you.
It’s Bobby. Yellow walls are tall behind him, like old wallpaper you’d find in an office, more like an abandoned one. The lights flicker and buzz around him, but it’s dark, only half of his face showing up.
“Okay. I’m not sure what this place is.. it’s fucked up. It took Kat, I don’t where where the fuck Clark is. I haven’t seen either of them.. But.. this thing, whatever it is keeps coming through. It’s followed me for days.. I don’t get it, it’s like it’s trying to be me. It mimics, and it.. changes.” A sharp crackle fills the audio, and all you can see is his face. It’s scared, panicked even, holding the camera with two hands just to keep it in hand.
You go to turn it off, clapping it in your hands just to get it to work again, but all you can hear is the buzzing, his voice following after his mouth moves.
“.. not me..”
The clip jumps, scratching along with the distortion of the video. Bobby’s face phases out, a loud beeping sound coming from the tape, until he comes back into view.
He doesn’t look panicked this time, in fact his face is relaxed, calm with an uneasy curve at his lips. He’s smiling. Not wide, but hopeful, soft like he’s looking right through the lens and at you. The sound doesn’t come through until the video fades, static covering the screen and a muffled,
bobby franklin x reader [mdni] — your boyfriend splashes out on a new camcorder and insists on testing it out on you.
“State your name for the record.”
“You know my name, Bobby.”
“The camera doesn’t.”
Said camera has barely left Bobby’s hands since he’d brought it home two days ago, much to your chagrin. It had taken the entirety of those two days—when you weren’t at work, anyway—for him to convince you to be his muse on your day off. You weren’t even sure what you were signing up for.
Now you sit cross-legged on the bed with one of Bobby’s shirts hanging from your frame, sweating in the summer heat. The fan in the corner rattles noisily, doing little to combat the warmth, and the heat of your annoyance at a camcorder being shoved in your face isn’t exactly helping.
You roll your eyes at him, unimpressed. “The camera isn’t a person. I'm not introducing myself.”
“Well—“ He kisses his teeth, ready to argue his case.
“If you’re just using this as an excuse to roleplay, I want no part of it,” you interject, arms folding stubbornly over your chest.
Bobby zooms the camera in on your deadpan face. “Subject displays signs of hostility—“
“Turn that thing off.”
The warning in your voice only seems to amuse him. The viewfinder hides his expression, but you imagine him grinning, which only exasperates you further.
“Hostility increases—“
“Bobby.”
“Fine. Fine,” he relents—not by turning the camera off, obviously, because that would have required him to possess even a shred of self-restraint, and he’s thoroughly enjoying pestering you right now. Instead, he zooms back out and lowers the camera enough for you to see his face. “This image quality is insane.”
Despite yourself, you feel a little endeared by his enthusiasm. “Well, it better be. That thing is worth, like, a month’s rent.”
The number still makes you feel vaguely ill. The conversation where you’d discovered exactly how much his new equipment cost had almost given you a heart attack. Bobby, however, appears completely unbothered. In fact, judging by the distant look in his eyes, he probably hasn’t heard a single word you’ve just said.
He’s more focused on staring at the tiny flip-out screen again, adjusting the focus ring, watching you reluctantly unfold your arms again.
“Though to be fair,” he says, “you make it easy.”
Your frown deepens. “That’s a terrible line.”
“Line?” He replies absently.
“That.” You gesture vaguely towards him. “Whatever that was. You make it easy.”
A smile curls at the corner of his mouth. “It wasn’t a line.”
“It absolutely was.”
“It wasn’t.”
“You called me pretty.”
“I did not,” he denies.
You sit upright. “So now we’re lying?”
Bobby laughs. “I said the image quality was good.”
“Because of me. Therefore you implied I was pretty.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Liar!”
The grin spreading across his face makes your stomach flip unhelpfully. You considered yourself immune to his charms by now, but his boyish grin and the way he’s admiring you through his camcorder makes you want to swoon. Which is exactly why you immediately scowl at him.
“Stop looking so pleased with yourself.”
“I can’t help it,” Bobby says.
You huff an amused breath despite yourself. The sound seems to encourage him, and he adjusts something on the side of the camcorder and squints through the viewfinder.
“Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully to himself.
Naturally, such a sound is immediately enough to warrant suspicion. “What?”
“I need the subject to move around. Test how it picks up motion.”
“So now I’m just ‘the subject?’” You raise a challenging brow at him, and he immediately backtracks.
“I need my hot supermodel girlfriend to move around,” he corrects.
You roll your eyes, but it does make something stir in your chest despite its sheer ridiculousness. Bobby lowers the camera again and you catch the mischievous look on his face.
“Maybe you should model.”
“No,” you deny instantly.
“You’re not even going to think about it?” He says, a whine catching in his voice.
“I don’t need to. I don’t want a video of me stripping, or whatever the hell you want, sitting around our apartment. I babysit my niece here twice a week.”
“Okay, and? It’s not like she knows how to work one of these. She barely knows how to brush her own teeth.”
“It’s— it’s the principle,” you insist, cheeks burning. You wouldn’t consider yourself a shy woman, far from it, but the idea of there being a physical record of you attempting to seduce your boyfriend is offputting. “I’m not a slut.”
He groans and throws his head back. “No, you’re not,” he agrees as patiently as he can. He’s using the same voice he uses to console your aforementioned niece, which isn’t exactly helping his case. “You’re very loyal, in fact. Dedicated, too. It’d be really nice if you could show me that dedication—“
“Gross.” You stick your tongue out. “Don’t make it weirder than it has to be.”
“Fine. Fine.” He raises his free hand in surrender. “I’m not making it weird.”
A silence falls over the both of you, and you worry at your bottom lip in consideration. It just goes to show how much you adore him, because you should be sticking with your gut answer and telling him to fuck off. Alas…
“You promise you won’t show anyone?”
Bobby perks up instantly. “Promise. Scout’s honour.” The boyish salute that follows makes your shoulders ease up a little, and you briefly question why you’d even consider stripping for such a childish individual.
“Fine. But just a little. To… test your motion, or whatever.”
“What?” He blinks stupidly, before realising that’s the excuse he’d used just a moment ago. A sheepish grin tugs at his mouth. “Oh, right. Exactly. Just a little is fine.”
You swallow, shifting slightly on the bed. The frame creaks, and you can’t help but think the moment feels incredibly unsexy. You’re sweating in the sweltering heat, and it’s probably picking up the whirring sound of the fan, and—
Now you’re just psyching yourself out. It’s fine. It’s just Bobby.
“Okay, so… what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know. Didn’t think I’d get this far.”
“Bobby.”
“Just do what feels right.” He waves a vague hand. “Take your shirt off, or something.”
Such a request should make you sputter with indignance, but it’s no surprise coming from the man who seemingly spent upwards of eight hundred dollars on a camcorder just to record his girlfriend in their shitty apartment. You force some more confidence into your posture, shoulders squaring as you look down at your shirt. Slowly, your fingers drift down to the hem, curling around it.
You glance up at him for reassurance, met with an eager nod. Stifling a sigh, you drag it up slowly, revealing inch by inch of warm skin. “Like this?”
“Just like that,” Bobby breathes, voice lower now.
Encouraged by that, you pull it up further, dragging it up past your bra. Bobby wets his lips at the sight—your breasts spilling over the cups, soft and enticing. Up up up it goes until you’re pulling it over your head, letting it fall to the floor in front of you.
You want to shift uncomfortably, clamp your thighs together, cover yourself with your arms. It’s not like he’s never seen it before. It’s just unnerving with the camcorder directed at you. But you force yourself to stare directly at it, spreading your thighs slightly to give him a proper view of your panties.
“Fuck, yeah,” he murmurs. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” You say, alarmed.
“Not—“ He laughs a little, shaking his head. “Not there. Sorry. Just… your tits, or something.”
Your shoulders sag with relief. That’s a little too much for now, but you’re content enough to give him at least some form of show. Your fingers skate back up your stomach, goosebumps prickling beneath them. Then you cup your breasts over your bra, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes.
“You’re so pretty, babe,” he says, and the approval goes straight between your legs. “Doing so well.”
You reward him by hooking your fingers under one of your bra straps, inching it down. His breath catches audibly—selfishly, you hope the camera caught that reaction—and he shifts a little on his feet. The thought of him getting visibly aroused by your display emboldens you further.
The other strap follows, and you palm at yourself over the cups a little more. “I would have worn a better set if I knew we were doing this.”
“I like this bra,” he says, only half hearing you, zeroed in on the sight of you squeezing at yourself.
You release them and he almost groans in disappointment. Before the sound can escape, you reach behind you, unclasping the bra and letting it fall away. His eyes widen cartoonishly, and you bite your lip to mask a smile, trying to remain as sultry as possible.
“Shit, can I touch you?” Bobby takes a step forward. Your eyes flick down to his jeans. They’re tight, but you think you can make out the forming bulge beneath the denim.
“Can’t touch ‘the subject,’” you quip.
Hands skim along your chest again, and he seems enraptured as you grope yourself. You’re surprised he hasn’t caved already, but his restraint is admirable as he nods sagely in agreement. Still, you hear him groan under his breath when you focus on a nipple. It stiffens under the touch, already sensitive enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek.
“Is this enough movement?” You ask, rolling your nipple between your fingers while your other hand palms at the flesh of your other breast. You’re hardly moving, so the answer is definitely no, but he indulges you with another one of those enthusiastic nods. You're certain you could sit entirely still with your bra off and he'd tell you it was enough for his little 'motion test.'
“Yeah. Looks, um—“ His gaze moves to the viewfinder, which he realises he hasn’t actually looked through since you took your shirt off. He can only hope the camera was pointed at you properly. “Looks great.”
“The movement, or me?”
“The movement,” he says, laughing at the indignance that crosses your face. “You look more than great. You look perfect.” Heat crawls up your cheeks, but he’s not done. “Which is exactly why I really can’t keep my hands to myself right now, and I don’t think you should waste your day off sitting in bed alone when we could be having sex.”
You bark out a laugh as he switches it off, setting it on the dresser and advancing towards you. “Well, that’s an improvement from your last line.”
He stands between your parted legs, ducking his head to give you a quick kiss. “For the record, it wasn’t a line,” he insists as you reach for his belt.
“Liar,” you mutter against his mouth.
The smile he gives you when he pulls back is so hopelessly smitten that your own laughter softens with something warmer. He ruins it by breaking the silence with:
“Maybe we should invest in a tripod. Then we could really record something sexy—“
Bobby Franklin who is shameless when both giving and receiving hickeys, he has no shame in even trying to hide them or place them rather reasonable places, silently giddy at the thought of other people knowing you both belong to each other.
Bobby Franklin who loves taking multiple polaroid photos of you after every time you guys have sex, your blissed out face permanently burned into his mind.
Bobby Franklin who uses said photos of you that took to jerk of too whenever your at work and he's left alone.
Bobby Franklin who sets up a camera every time he jerks off alone, just so he can give to you as a small birthday gift.
Bobby Franklin who started wearing cropped tops with his thick happy trail perfectly in view because he knows it gets you hot and bothered.
Bobby Franklin who, for once in his life, saved up money just to buy a expensive camera lens just so he can record / take pictures under your skirts whenever your bent over.
Bobby Franklin who every time you bend over, he looks, hoping for once your no wearing anything panties underneath.
Bobby Franklin who uses his camera to shamelessly film you both.
Bobby Franklin who loves when you tug his hair while riding him.
Bobby Franklin who whenever he gets high, can't look in your direction for more than a minute before he has to look away, heat crawling up his neck at the blissed out look on your face.
summary, your first visit to the backrooms with your boyfriend goes much differently than you initially thought…
╰┈➤ warnings, porn w plot, explicit content, bobby being a reassuring bf, p in v, fingering, bobby is definitely a boob guy in this, bobby and reader are freaked out, i got a bit lazy at the end:(
“Bobby, where are you taking me?” You giggle, clutching tighter onto his wrist as he leads you further into the basement of the empty furniture store. “Be patient baby—just wait, you’ll love it.” He exclaims, his voice bouncing off the cold walls.
You roll your eyes at your overly-excited boyfriend who has been begging to show you this unfamiliar place ever since he first discovered it. “Whatever bobby,” you reply teasingly, “are you sure Clark won’t mind us imposing on his store while he’s away?”
It’s clear he can sense the hesitance in your tone. Stopping in his tracks, he turns his body to face you, his cerulean eyes, full of mischief meeting your conflicted ones.
“Baby,” he pauses, his free hand reaching up to cup your face. “I’m sure—look, you have nothing to worry about as long as you’re with me.” He says, giving you a reassuring smile as you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face into his calloused palm. “I’d never do anything to get you in trouble, my sweet girl.”
With that, he intertwines his large hand with your smaller one and pulls you forward, resuming the trek toward his 'special' place. The atmosphere is heavy, the silence almost deafening when you reach a blue taped rectangle on a supposedly ordinary wall.
In the quiet, the only sound is the rapid thumping of his pulse against your palm. “Mhm that’s it baby,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy as if he is talking to himself, “w-we’re here.”
The way Bobby stares at the outline, with a thick intensity, makes you think there is something he is not telling you. But you shrug it off, deliberately ignoring how your heart suddenly feels like it is about to jump out your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you let his words from earlier echo in your head, forcing you to cast your doubts aside.
After all, this is Bobby you are talking about. The same guy who used to get into fights over nothing back in high school just to get your attention. And not to mention, also your boyfriend of 8 years. He wouldn’t do anything that could put you in danger…right?
“So,” you start, forcing a smile onto your face, “where is this ‘special’ place bobby?”
“You’re looking right at it doll.”
Unlacing your hand from Bobby’s, you summon the courage to take a step toward the wall. The moment you do, a wave of unease washes over you, a primal instinct screaming at you to not get any closer. Something is terribly wrong. Every nerve in your body is on edge, warning you to get out of there.
As always, your boyfriend is quick to notice your clear discomfort, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind in a comforting manner. “Shh, shh don’t overthink it.” He murmurs into your ear, his warm, minty breath brushing against your neck.
This man truly was magical, knowing exactly how to ease your nerves only to make you horny not even second later.
You lean your head back into his chest as his hand slips under your shirt, his thumb tracing the delicate skin just under your boob in a circular motion. “Bobbyy—” you whine, arching your back in an attempt to rub yourself on his evidently, hard dick that is currently pressing up against your ass.
“I know, baby, I know. You’ll understand everything later. Just let me show you what I wanted to show you first, okay?” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck before finally pulling away. The second his strong arms leave you, a chill creeps over your skin. With the absence of his warmth the strange room instantly starts to feel colder, making it all the more unbearable.
“Ugh whatever” you mumble, visibly irritated at the thought of staying in this place any longer. Crossing your arms over your chest, you shoot an impatient look at your boyfriend, who still has that excited expression plastered across his handsome features. “What else did you want to show me?”
“This.” He grins, and before you can fully register what is happening, Bobby directly sprints at the wall, vanishing straight through the middle of blue outlined ‘door’.
“What the fuck—Bobby!” you call after him, unable to believe what you have just witnessed. “Bobby..? What kind of trick are you playing? This isn’t funny!” You scream looking directly at where your boyfriend disappeared to, but instead of a reply, your own voice just echoes back at you. Looking around the empty space, the terrifying reality sinks in that he really is gone, and you are entirely alone in the room.
Just as you begin to panic, bobby reemerges from where he disappeared to. You don’t know whether to cry or yell at him even more when you see him. “Bobby—you fool, you scared me so much.” You exclaim, your voice thick with worry as you run over to where he stands.
instead of replying, he pulls you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you cuddle into his chest. You feel a sense of relief as you breathe in his familiar scent.
Your anger, however, doesn’t fade in the slightest.
“You scared me, you idiot!” you cry, slapping his bicep. He lets out a soft grunt from the impact but makes no move to stop you. Instead, his hold on you tightens.
“I know baby, I know.” He coos, kissing the top of your head. “But I need you to trust me on this okay?”
By now, your mind is racing, jumping to all the worst conclusions possible of what could be behind that wall—the sharp scent of his cologne the only thing keeping you grounded. “Okay.” You breathe out, your voice soft and steady as you put all your faith into Bobby.
He offers you his hand, and you slip yours into it. Reluctantly, the two of you pull away from the hug, his body warmth lingering long after the contact is broken. You force yourself to remain composed as the two of your approach the rectangular taped outline.
In contrast to your fear, your boyfriend stands beside you full of confidence, shaking with excitement. If only he could share some of that confidence with you.
“It’s alright doll, just go in after me”
Bobby takes a few steps forward until he’s standing directly in front of the centre, his back to you. Turning around, he offers one last reassuring smile. You open your mouth to respond but before you can even say anything, he crosses the taped perimeter in a single fearless stride.
“Bobby?” You call out, but it’s too late. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you watch his silhouette completely disappear, it was almost as if he wasn’t just standing in front of you moments ago.
The silence that crashes over the room is immediate and suffocating. Before you can think properly, you find yourself in the same exact place your boyfriend stood. “This idiot.” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head. You swear that one day his recklessness will be the end of you. (foreshadowingg?)
The moment you step through the hidden portal, you find yourself in a very looking ordinary room, one that could easily pass for a storage room in the furniture store you were just in. Yet your gut tells you there’s something more going on, an uneasy feeling creeping up your spine once again.
“Babyyy! Finally, you were taking so long that I thought I’d have to go back again to get you.” The sound Bobby’s voice snaps you out of your trance. You blink hard and suddenly there he is. Causally just leaning against the wall, no fear at all behind his cobalt eyes.
“C’mere babe, I’ve missed you.” He says, that charming smirk plastered across his features that you could never resist. The same one he gave you when you finally agreed to go out with him after the millionth time.
You playfully roll your eyes at him and with wobbly feet, you begin to take cautious steps toward him. As you draw in a breath you notice that the air feels stale, almost untouched, as though no one had been here in years, and rightfully so in your opinion.
“Whatever, maybe I missed you too.” You say, trying to act nonchalant, though the mock-sternness in your voice is completely ruined by a smile of relief at seeing him.
His smirk only widens, a triumphant spark lighting up his eyes. Lifting his brows, he steps in closer, closing the remaining gap between you.
“Oh? Just maybe?” He teases, his voice dropping lower as he reaches out to pull you in, firmly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, caging you into his embrace. “Fine, I missed you too, idiot,” you mumble softly, immediately feeling more at ease in his embrace, despite the eerie surroundings.
Lifting your head, you find him already watching you. The silence between the two of you is comfortable, heat rushing to your cheeks as your eyes meet his lighter ones. Bobby slides one hand to the nape of your neck, titling your face up to gently pull you into a deep kiss.
The kiss takes you by surprise, but nevertheless you melt into it, his mouth moving against yours in a fierce, demanding motion. His lips are rough, full of desperation as he laps at yours like a man starved. The kiss is passionate and you pour every emotion into it, completely loosing yourself in the moment.
Feeling your knees threaten to buckle beneath you, you instinctively press your hands against his chest to steady yourself. You gasp when you feel his hand slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. The action catches you by surprise, and Bobby uses the opportunity to slide his tongue between your parted lips. “Bobby, mhm—”
Your moan comes out muffled, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. You kiss him back with even more hunger, addicted to the minty taste of his lips, though you can’t decipher whether he tastes more like the berries or the chocolate he had earlier. Your hand roams over his clothed chest, wanting to feel his bare flesh under your palm.
The two of you are completely out of breath by the time you pull back, a thin, silver string of saliva briefly connecting your lips before parting. His breath comes in short, uneven gasps against your skin as his hand firmly but gently catches your wrist, pinning it against his chest while the other remains on your lower back, the heat of his touch lingering.
For a moment, you stay silent, too overwhelmed and focused on steadying your breaths. The only sound in the quiet room is the frantic rhythm of your chests rising and falling. Looking up into Bobby's eyes, you see your own reflection matched with a hunger that mirrors yours perfectly, making your knees feel weak all over again.
The physical sensation is consuming, blurring the world around you that you almost forgot where you were in the first place.
“On a serious note, Bobby…” you start, still tangled in his embrace. “Why did you want to show me this…” You struggle for a moment, searching for the right word to describe the space around you. “…area?”
Your boyfriend holds your gaze for a moment, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes as his smirk widens.
“Oh I don’t know babe,” he says, his voice coated with mock innocence “I just thought you’d wanna see it after the conversation we had the other day.”
He emphasises the word see, his teasing smirk turning into a full blown grin as he watches you try to recall what you said a few days prior. Your eyes widen when your mind flashes back to exactly 72 hours ago, realisation clicking in your eyes.
“Bobbyy, please, I wanna try something new.” You whine, desperately rubbing yourself against his clothed thigh. What was supposed to be a relaxing movie night ended with you behaving like a wild animal in heat.
“What do you mean, babe? I can’t think of one thing we haven’t done.” He groans, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of you grinding on his leg, the needy look in your eyes only fuels him further.
“I mean, I wanna try something new Bobby, try some new position, fuck somewhere new.” You let out a frustrated breath, “fuck, I don’t know, anything!”
Watching you, all needy and pent up, Bobby gets an idea. “Yeah, yeah, all right doll, I’ll think of something.” He mutters before popping a grape into his mouth.
“This was your great idea Bobby…?” you pause, trying to maintain your composure and make sure you were understanding everything correctly. “To take me here?”
He shrugs at your baffled expression. “Relax doll face, you said you wanted to try something new.” He says calmly, not realising that having sex in the backrooms was the not at all what you had on your mind.
You cross your arms beneath your chest, struck dumb by how calm he seems, as though your bed or a creepy room made no difference to him. Heat rushes to your face, suddenly feeling shy under his watchful gaze, and your cheeks burn crimson. “Y-Yeah I did but—”
He cuts you off, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look up at him. “There’s no but, baby. Look—there’s no one here.” When you still didn’t look entirely convinced, he softenes his tone and continues, “we can stop anytime you want, I promise you babe.”
There’s something about Bobby’s reassuring expression that instantly makes you feel more at ease. Biting your lip, you place your hands on his muscular chest once again. “And what if I won’t want to stop?” You ask shyly, gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes as if your panties weren’t already soaking wet with arousal.
You just found Bobby reassuring you so hot. However, your ovulation hormones definitely amplified the effect.
Bobby lowers himself until his lips are right next to your earlobe. “I think you already know the answer, baby.” You shiver as you feel his warm breath brush against your neck, the sheer proximity of his body suddenly makes you really horny.
The rich scent of his cologne overwhelms your senses, filling the mere inches left between your faces. It shatters whatever self-control you have left.
This time, you're the first to act, smashing your lips against his and kissing him fiercely as though your life depends on it—and in a place like this, perhaps it does. Caught completely off guard, bobby freezes for a split second under the sudden pressure of your mouth. But the hesitation only lasts a moment.
His hand grips your jaw tighter, and the other pulls your body flush against his. You moan Into his mouth as you feel his evidently hard erection press into your lower abdomen. The pressure of his clothed cock makes your heat drip with more slick and you instinctively press yourself up closer against him.
He continues to kiss you like that until your back hits the cold wall with a groan. By now, the eerie surroundings are the least of your concerns. You tug at the hem of Bobby’s shirt, nearly ripping the fabric, but he pulls away to catch his breath, stopping you in your tracks.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts teasingly. “This shirt is one of my nicest ones. You’re not allowed to ruin this one too, babe.”
The way he emphasises "too" brings back vivid memories of your marathon shopping trip the other day—a direct consequence of you apparently ‘ruining’ all of his shirts. But in your defence It’s wasn’t like he needed them anyway.
Rolling your eyes, you completely remove your hands off his body and take a step back, occupying them with the straps of your top instead. Bobby just there stands helplessly, watching you peel away your top. He looks at your body in awe as more of your skin is revealed to him, his boxers feeling tighter than ever.
The small piece of fabric falls to the floor with a thump, the soft sound echoing throughout the dimly-lit room. His eyes become full of lust, even more blood rushing to his lower half. Bobby’s dick is practically begging to be set free as he takes a daring step toward you, his hands attaching themselves to your sides as though they always belonged there, caging you in.
The primal urge to take you is all too much for him, consuming his senses completely, your sweet scent guiding him. He attaches his mouth onto your neck, trailing down your body with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue trails over your bare skin in slow, circular motions, tasting you as if you were made of pure sugar.
He looks up at you through his lashes, watching you throw your head back as he takes your teat into his mouth. “Look at me baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” He mumbles, his voice sending vibrations throughout your whole body.
Your mind is blank, your eyes faded to nothing but desire. As you lock eyes, the ache between your thighs begins to feel unbearable. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple, teasing your soft bud.
“Bobby—mhm, please.” You whine, arching your back, reaching down to grab ahold of his light hair, tugging on it desperately. Breaking eye contact, you lean your head back, pulling Bobby closer to your chest while he sucks on your teat like a hungry babe as though he expects milk to come out.
He then moves to your other, neglected teat, gently cupping it in his hands and giving it a firm squeeze before attempting to fit all of it in his mouth. By now, the room is consumed by the heat of it all: your desperate, needy moans clashing with his low, dirty commands to look down at him.
You’re so overwhelmed by the relentless switch between him sucking and squeezing your breasts that you don’t even notice his fingers at the zipper of your shorts until they’re already being pushed down your legs.
“Get on your tummy baby.”
That’s all you need to hear before laying down on the cold floor. Although the sensation of your bare breasts brushing against the chilly surface isn't the most comfortable, the sound of Bobby unbuckling his belt behind you makes you ignore it.
“Bobby, I need youu” you cry impatiently, craving nothing more than to feel him inside you, to clench around his dick again. Your pussy is dripping with wetness by the time you feel him caress your thighs from behind, the large wet patch on your lace panties serving as proof.
“My sweet girl is so wet for me.” he mutters. You feel his slender fingers hook into the fabric of your underwear, pulling it to the side rather than fully taking it off. He lets out a low groan as he strokes your damp lips. “Fuck... you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
He fists his hand in your hair from behind, pulling your head back. Your breath hitches as you feel him drag his hardness across your slick folds. “please...” you whimper, but he cuts you off, burying his length inside you in a single, deep thrust that tears a scream from your throat, your panties fully ripping due to the motion.
Before you can even catch your breath from the sudden shock of him filling you, he begins to move, setting a relentless, demanding pace. He pins you flat against the floor, his heavy weight anchoring you down as his hands grip your hips, driving into you with deep, unyielding thrusts that have you crying out against the cold floor.
He drives into you over and over again, his thick length dragging agonizingly deep inside you. Your palms press flat against the ground, desperately searching for purchase. Seeing this, Bobby leans over you, slipping his fingers between yours and pinning your hand to the marble floor, his relentless, bruising pace never faltering.
“Fuck,” he groans, a heavy thrust puncturing his words. “My—” another deep drag of his dick “—good—” he rolls his hips into you again “—girl.”
You desperately want to reply but can’t, too overcome with pleasure to form even a simple sentence.
The friction of him filling you builds a blinding heat, completely erasing the chill of the odd room. With your fingers locked tightly in his, you can only cling to him as he drives you both toward the edge, the once quiet room now loud with your consistsnt moans.
His pace turns frantic. You can feel him press his chest flush against your back, the heavy rhythm of his hips drowning out every other thought. There is only his heat and the low, undone sounds he’s making in your ear.
“Bobby, please—” you choke out, your walls clenching so hard around him to a breaking point.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, going in even deeper, constantly driving into that spongy spot inside you.
The climax hits you in violent waves, squeezing tightly around him. Your shattered cry snaps what little control Bobby has left. With a low groan, he delivers final, heavy thrusts, burying himself completely inside you as he cums. He shudders violently against your back, his breath ragged against your neck as thick ropes of his seed fill you.
For a long time, the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing. Bobby collapses over you, hiding his face in your neck, his fingers still tightly interwoven with yours as the room falls quiet around you.
“That was so good, dollface,” he praises, his voice soft, fingers stroking your cheek affectionately before he wraps his strong arms around your nude body, spooning you.
“Oh yeah?” You giggle, utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be back in your own bed rather than the marble floor that was really starting to make your back ache. “Oh yeah baby,oh yeah.” He mummers gravelly, snuggling into your shoulder.
Before you can shut your eyelids to rest, a sound catches you off guard.
“Bobby,” you whimper, shifting in his warm embrace to absorb more of his body heat as the room suddenly feels a lot colder, giving you goosebumps.
He opens his mouth to reply before a sudden rustle pulls you both out of the haze. Bobby goes completely still beside you, his muscles tensing as you both strain to listen. Your breath hitches. Is someone out there? Have you been caught?
“Baby… I thought you were the only one who knew about this place,” you whisper, panic tightening in your chest at the thought that you aren’t alone.
Bobby tries to sound confident, but fails, his voice falters as he replies, “I am.”
And that’s when you hear it—a terrifying screech cutting through the dark, almost as if it were answering your previous question.
Spoiler: you are not alone.
@ruefullydead thank you for editing the photos of finn🫶🏻