[Outlast AU] Gavin Free x Reader?
I was cleaning off my laptop’s files, and I found this in one of the folders, it’s maybe a year, two years, old. It was meant for my old xReader blog which I eventually had to give up because of school. Enjoy decently old writing?
Soulmate AU: Your soulmate’s first thoughts of you are written on your forearm. Achievement Hunter AU: Reader is a (female) “Patient” at Mount Massive Asylum.
Bloody hell, keep that crazy monster in the room, Michael!
You pawed at the door, letting out long, squealing whines as it refused to budge under your force. ‘Let me out!’ You breathed. Your throat was dry, your stomach starving for any sort of nourishment. It had been weeks since you had eaten anything, as Father Martin insisted that you were supposed to be saved for his coming disciples.
You weren’t sure if Father Martin was safer than Gluskin, but you supposed that it saved you being cut open, impregnated, killed and promptly hung from the roof of your ward’s gym. No, no, being starved and possibly raped with a chance of surviving was definitely – infinitely, even – better.
There were footsteps approaching. ‘Bloody hell, I can’t believe we managed to out run Walker!’ One of the footsteps belonged to a trembling voice, wheezing as he was regaining his breath. The feet came to stop outside your door.
You caught your breath, ducking beneath your bed in anticipation. Open the door, open the door. Your fingers were shaking, scratching the ground as you saw two heads through the window of your room.
‘Gavin, do you see that? There’s someone in there!’ The other person, also a man, didn’t sound as if he had just run a marathon. He held a camera up, zooming in to look at you.
You whimpered and hissed in response.
‘Bloody hell,’ Gavin cried out, pressing his nose onto the window’s stained glass. His eyes were wide, eye-whites a stark contrast to his grimy face. ‘Keep that bloody monster in the room, Michael! Who knows what’ll do to us!’
‘But Father Martin said this was the Gift’s room, Gav.’ Michael replied. ‘It’s meant to help us out.’
‘Help us get killed,’ Gavin grumbled.
Cautiously, you scooted out of your hiding place. Your In-Patient’s dress hung on your figure, thin and bony, tiny and weak. ‘No monster,’ you rasped. ‘Fa-Father’s prisoner. H-help me, I help y-you.’ You stumbled to the glass, leaning against the door and looking up into both Gavin and Michael’s face. ‘[Y/N].’
‘Is that its name?’
‘I think so. Bloomin’ heck, I didn’t know there were going to be women-looking things in this game, Michael.’
Gavin confused you – he saw this shithole as a game? Maybe Murkoff had already had their way – but still, maybe they would help you. ‘I-I know layout. I-I know how to p-pass Chrissy, a-and Wang Tw-Twins.’ You assured them. ‘Oh! And T-Traeger!’
They glanced to each other. ‘Do you have a leash?’ Michael asked.
‘L-leash?’ You frowned a little. ‘Bones too brittle…I-I…I work for food. For drink.’
‘When was the last time they gave you food, love?’ Gavin asked, lips sagging and eyebrows rising.
‘Days. Weeks. I do not know.’
‘Oh for fucks sake, Gavin, don’t give her your swe- Gavin, I just said no.’
The door clicked open, exposing you to the rotten air outside your room and to the two men. ‘Here. It’s a toffee. It’ll stay in your mouth for a while.’ Gavin held out a small golden-brown sweet to you, and smiled sympathetically when you shakily took it. ‘Chin up, love. You’ll need your strength to help us.’
