Angst, but instead of the reader getting sad, it’s emotionless, nothingness or stabbing someone. I’m too petty to be left sad.
No, I’m not crying and begging from them to stay, I’m stabbing them.
No, my life isn’t ruined by heartbreak, it’s by prison for stabbing them.
No, im not watching him leave with his new mistress, they’re both getting stabbed.
THERES no happy ending, only sweet revenge and the regret of his actions. And that’s either by regret of their actions or because— and I can’t say enough— because I stabbed him.
Written in headcanon form, if you’d like I can try to make it a oneshot but it would take a while!
-You and JoJo were already quite close before this case came around, buying each other a coffee most mornings to prepare for the day ahead, no doubt filled with stacks of paperwork and an uncomfortable creak in the neck
-A classic tale of mutual pining, the kind everyone except you two can see, personally one of my favourite tropes, since it has so much angst potential
-But rest assured, there’s no angst here (unless you wanted that, in which case “oh drats, foiled again!”), just sweet fluff to rot your teeth down to their cores
-After a long day of seemingly fruitless investigation in a town further away from your bed than you’d like, you wish for nothing more than to rest your aching bones, heaving a sigh of relief when you and JoJo reach the hotel’s blessed doors
-The promise of a drink (a nice one, you hope, but at this point you’re gasping for just about anything you can pour down your throat after near ruining your voice asking such a wide variety of people so many different questions) and a warm meal from the food place that caught your eye earlier keeps your head held high and body moving forwards as you and your beloved work partner make your way to the hotel’s front desk
-Although the hotel’s almost full up, the person at the check-in offers up a nice room to share, “room for two” they’d said as they handed you both a neat little keycard each, but when you open the door to your shared room, you can only count one bed, “ah, they must think us a couple” you’d thought, feeling a flash of heat coming to rest at your cheeks and neck at the thought
-Being as exhausted as you both are, neither of you can muster the strength to go back downstairs and ask for another
-Even if you could, all the other rooms on this floor were taken, so talking about the case would be difficult, to say the least
-So, being the gentleman he is, JoJo offers to take the floor while you have the bed, but as the person at the check-in had stated, the bed is clearly big enough for two, maybe even three if you tried hard enough, so the two of you decide to both sleep in the bed. Together. At the same time. Wowzers, if the heat from earlier hadn’t consumed your cheeks, it definitely was now, and you prayed to any higher power out there that JoJo didn’t notice how flustered you were
-After a nice meal and the drink you’d been getting desperate for, the event aided by a friendly conversation (it started off as work talk, but gradually slipped into something easier on the brain), it dawned on the both of you that, sooner or later, you needed rest
-And so, here you are now, laying in bed with your crush, making idle conversation to soothe your nerves and ease you into a peaceful slumber
-He’s warm beside you, almost like a beacon of calm that bathes you in a light so gentle it just washes away any doubt, any insecurity you could ever have
-It’s nice.
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As always, I have been Geas and you have been awesome, please never forget that. Before I go let me remind you to take good care of yourself today, and hopefully every other day in your future.
“Are you sure they’re in there?” Sebastian asked, closing his car door, careful not to wake Lily who was asleep in the backseat.
“Positive.” Kidman shut her door and locked the van. “I was able to pull up their files and figure out which building they were in. Lucky for them, the same one.”
“Do I even want to know how many of these there are?” Sebastian grumbled.
“Probably not.” Kidman unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was another door and a number pad. She typed in the code and the door opened. Sebastian followed her in.
They were in an observation room above a room with STEM pods as far as the eye could see. Each one with a corpse. Great. At least these ones wouldn’t jump up and try to kill them. ….Probably.
“These people were all citizens in Union?” Sebastian asked as they walked downstairs.
“Unfortunately. They all succumbed to the Lost Phenomenon.”
“Or were killed by Theodore.”
“Or Stefano.” Kidman pointed out. “You never explained why you saved him.” Sebastian was quiet for a minute.
“Guy’s gotta pay for the murders in Krimson.” He told her. She nodded. “Death would’ve been too kind.” They walked up to another door and Kidman swiped her Mobius ID card. The door beeped and opened.
“Any idea which row they’re in?” Sebastian asked. Kidman shrugged.
“I’d assume by now that they’re awake and wandering around.”
You heard the door beep and hid behind the nearest bathtub. Stefano did the same.
“Y/N?” Could it be…? You peaked out from behind the tub. “Y/N? Are you here?” You slowly stood up.
“Sebastian?” He was standing maybe twenty bathtubs down the row with a young brunette woman in a leather jacket. Sebastian ran forward, grabbing you by the shoulders. He seemed like he might’ve hugged you, had he been the hugging type. He let go of you and turned to the young woman. Which, when you looked at her, she probably was close to your age. She walked up to you and held out a gloved hand.
“Juli Kidman.”
“Y/N L/N.” You shook her hand, glad to finally put a face to the name. Stefano finally came out from his hiding spot.
“Stefano Valentini.” He butted in.
“I know.” Kidman told him sternly. He narrowed his eye. Sebastian looked a bit surprised to see Stefano with facial hair, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on.” He said, starting to walk back towards the exit. “I don’t want to leave Lily for too long.”
You and Stefano weakly followed Sebastian and Kidman to a van parked outside. The two of you climbed into the middle set of seats, careful not to wake Lily. You smiled when you saw her. She was just as cute as before, although, she was bigger and her hair was longer. How long was she in STEM?
Kidman climbed into the driver’s seat and Sebastian got into the passenger’s. Everyone put on their seatbelts and Kidman started the car. As she pulled away from the building you could see that the sun was coming up. It was beautiful. You leaned back and closed your eyes as you listened to the sounds of the road and the radio playing softly.
A/N: Since some people requested it, here is the first chapter of my Stefano/Reader fic. Sorry I don't know how to do a "read more" break on mobile
You gasped as you finally realized what this might be. Why you've been so weak. Why you've been feeling so off. Why it seemed like you were gaining weight. You were pregnant.
Your hand shot up to your mouth in surprise. Surely this wasn't it. You couldn't possibly be. As you thought more about it, you realized how likely it was that your guess was correct. You slowly wrapped your arms around your abdomen. You couldn't believe it. “This can't be happening.” repeated in your head like a heartbeat.
One thing was for sure. You couldn't let him know. The father. The photographer that kept you here. Stefano Valentini.
At first you only agreed to stay with him for protection from the rest of the world. The decision was fairly simple. Be ripped apart by monsters, or become his muse? Obviously you picked the latter. Had you known it would lead to this, you may not have.
The first few days (weeks? You weren't sure) were simple. He would do things like cover you in blood and flower petals and take photos. As time went on he became more violent. Cutting you with his knife. But you were still grateful that you never became one of his “masterpieces.” For the time, he had been satisfied. But Stefano continued becoming more aggressive. Sometimes you could hardly tell that he was just a man. Not one of those things out in the streets. You could practically see the lust in his eyes. The desire, the need. Eventually, he succumbed to it. And after that, he didn't hurt you quite as much. Granted he was a violent lover. But he didn't cut you the way he had before. No, at times it seemed like Stefano almost cared about you. The idea was odd in itself. But at times, you almost found yourself caring about him.
However, you still knew he was a monster. A psychopath with a camera. He had taken apart women and put them back together again, attaching a camera. Creating a human tripod that ran about taking pictures for him. He called it “Obscura.” You called it “Horrible.” He thought it was beautiful. You thought it was a reminder of this nightmare.
You knew for sure he could not find out about you. About this child you now carried. (Probably. You still weren't entirely sure.) You had to escape. Of course you had no clue how to even attempt this. It seemed the man knew where you were 24/7. And you never knew where he was. Not to mention the teleporting, and the literal eye in the sky. But you still knew you'd find a way.
~*~*~*~
You awoke to a quick knock on the door. Of course, the knocker didn't wait for a response. In walked the familiar Italian in his blue suit. (Or was it purple? Sometimes the light tricked you.) You sat up at his approach. You didn't want to make eye contact, but when he reached you he lifted your chin to meet his gaze.
“You seem especially beautiful this morning, amore.” His smooth voice sent shivers down your spine as his cold eye stared into your two.
“Thank you, Stefano.” You muttered, glancing to the side.
“I think we should go on a stroll through the town. I've found myself to have artist’s block, as of late. The Lost should serve as some lovely inspiration.” As he said this, he walked over to your closet. Talking with his hands, as usual.
“Even the great Stefano gets artist's block?” You asked. Only recently had you become brave enough to joke around like that. He chuckled. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
“Unfortunate, is it not?” Stefano rummaged through your closet until he found something he deemed suitable. A blue dress with black detailing. It went well with his suit. Of course. He handed you the garment and kissed your hand. “I shall return within the hour. I have some business I must attend to.”
“The preacher?” You questioned. You weren't sure what else to call the man. He was dark, and mysterious, quite like Stefano. But in a different sense. He seemed to you as someone who was a lot more stern. Who always got what he wanted. Unfortunately, you had never managed to catch a name.
“No, I have another guest today.” Stefano replied as he opened the door. He sounded amused with this fact, and you pitied the poor soul about to meet him. “Be ready before my return.” He closed the door behind him and you could hear the signature “fsh” noise as he teleported away.
You looked at the dress again, remembering your decision of the night before. That you would escape. As you began to change your clothes, you thought it over some more. “We’re going into Union. I'll be out of this prison. Possibly out of the view of his “masterpieces.” He would never assume I’d run away. After all, I chose to stay with him.” You continued this conversation with yourself as you washed your face in the bathroom next to your room. “He focuses so much on taking pictures. I could just run off. Take off these stupid heels and run.” Where you would go after that, you didn't know. Maybe to the preacher? No, you imagined he'd be worse than Stefano had ever been. “Maybe if I just find a house on the edge of town and barricade all of the doors and windows, I’ll be okay?” You thought. After all, it didn't appear like you actually needed food or water in this strange world.
Only minutes after you finished getting ready, Stefano returned. He wrapped an arm around your waist and soon you were both in the middle of the town. He held your hand as you began to walk. The town seemed even more decrepit than the last time you had seen it. It was breaking off into pieces now. Even some walls had been broken down. By Stefano's “Guardian,” no doubt. It was a mess. Stefano sighed in delight as you walked.
“It is a wonderful day, no?” He looked down at you as he spoke. You didn't reply. Just kept walking. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't quite seem angry.
It didn't take long for Stefano to find some inspiration. A member of the town security detail being chased by the Lost. Stefano began to focus his camera, prepared to capture the very second they ripped the man apart. You couldn't stand to watch, and the idea made you feel dizzy. It was then you noticed Stefano had let go of your hand. This was your chance. You had seconds to prepare yourself. Not taking your eyes off of him, you quietly slid off your shoes and set them down. You began by backing away, and after about five steps you set into a dead sprint. The debris covered road cutting your feet. As you ran, you could hear the security guard screaming. Followed by the sound of the camera’s flash. Knowing that he would turn around, you ducked into an alley. Of course you didn't attempt to stop running. Even though it seemed harder than ever to catch your breath. You weaved between the buildings. The sound of Stefano teleporting and calling for you filled your ears. His cries were full of anger. But something else as well. You couldn't place it. It wasn't long before maniacal laughter and the buzzing of a saw to joined the chorus of sounds.
“Shit!” Now you were screwed. The first door you came across, you tried the handle to no avail. “Okay, next door.” You reassured yourself. Luckily, the next door came open. You slammed it shut and locked it. Running into the basement of the building. At the bottom of the staircase was a door with some red paint on it. You didn't bother trying to figure out what the paint meant, you simply ran in and locked that door behind you as well. Quickly, you hid under the first desk, or table or whatever it was that you saw. Curling up as tightly as you could. You waited for the sounds to stop.
Next Chapter
Special shout-out to @blackwatermiko for helping proof read and come up with a title.
Because I said I would tag you: @psychopathichydra @angiegumisfun
A/N: Just wanted to let everyone know that I do have writing and or drawing requests open at the moment.
First Chapter
Previous Chapter
You and Sebastian had walked at least half way across town by this point. Hiding in bushes, shooting anything that saw you. You weren't used to firing a gun, but quickly got the hang of it. The two of you had ducked into a small house to take a breather and check the map.
“So what's this ‘Core’ anyway?” You asked.
“You're in STEM and don't know what it is?” Sebastian questioned.
“Listen, I was told I was joining some kind of religious group. The next thing I knew I was in the beautiful town of Union. Everything was perfect until people started turning into the Lost.”
“Well, the Core is what this place runs on. She went missing. That's when all of this stuff started happening.”
“She?” You assumed by his reaction that Sebastian hadn't meant to let that slip.
“The Core is a little girl. Lily.” You could hear the pain in his voice. Obviously this girl was important to him. Whether he would tell you or not. Suddenly it hit you. Why Castellanos sounded familiar. And who Lily was. You remembered it clearly.
~*~*~*~
Stefano didn't often let you go wherever with him. You figured he was showing you off. That was probably why he had you put on a nice dress and had you do your hair. Not that he would have you wearing anything less than designer fashions anyway.
The two of you walked down a long hallway of his domain. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. He was taking long strides, you felt like you were running to keep up with him. Eventually you stopped in front of a door. He opened it. To your surprise a man was standing in the room. Calmly waiting by a fireplace. He turned towards you both and you were shocked to see the left side of his face was horribly scarred. You tried not to react to it.
“Nice to see you again, Stefano.” He spoke in a low, but strong tone. The man was tall, and dark. He had an air of friendliness about him. But something about him made you very uncomfortable, all the same. He wore what appeared to be the robe a priest would wear. But instead of crosses on it, there were weird symbols. They reminded you of eyes. Why did everyone have an obsession with eyes here?
“You as well, my friend.” Stefano replied. He moved to sit on the sofa and gestured for the other man to sit in the large chair across from it. You sat down beside Stefano as he kept his arm tight around your shoulders.
“As you know, I have a task for you.” The man started. This task must have been of utmost importance. He seemed very serious.
“Yes, well, go on, I haven't got all day, Father.” Stefano replied. Ah, so the man was a priest. Or preacher. Whichever. The man gave Stefano a cold stare. It sent shivers down your spine and you could feel Stefano tighten his grip on your shoulder. Was he.. Afraid?
“There is a girl here. I need you to retrieve her.” The preacher handed Stefano a paper with a picture of young girl on it. She couldn't have been much older than ten. “Her name is Lily Castellanos.”
“What is so important about one child?” Stefano asked as he looked over the file. You were wondering the same thing.
“That is none of your concern.” The man replied, standing up. “That file has all you need to know. When you have her, contact me and I shall tell you where to bring her.” He was almost out the door, when he turned back to you both. “Should anything happen to her, I would begin writing your will.” The man walked out, slamming the door behind him.
“Dammit!” Stefano stood and began pacing in front of the couch looking over the file some more. “The file has all you need to know,” he mocked. “All this damn thing has is her name and location!” He tossed the paper into the fire, turning to you. You jumped a little. “Does he think I am some errand boy?” He yelled at you. You were smart enough not to respond, at least. He turned away and began swearing to himself in Italian. You waited patiently for his tantrum to end. You knew what these always led to. “So that's why he brought me here.” You thought. “Stress relief.” It was as if he could hear your thoughts and needed to prove you right. He grabbed you tightly by the wrist and pulled you into a kiss. His kissing was just aggressive as everything else he did. It was also just as masterful. If it hadn't been for the pain, maybe you would have considered it pleasant. You thought as he slowly pushed you back onto the sofa.
~*~*~*~
You shook your head, as if to clear your thoughts. You could feel your face was flushed and subconsciously ran your hand through your hair. Sebastian was too busy looking over his map to even notice your embarrassment. You waited a minute for the blood to drain from your face, then asked the question you had been wondering since you remembered her name.
“So is Lily your daughter, or what?” Sebastian's eyes quickly widened and he turned to look at you. He tried to hide a stronger reaction, but you could tell he was distressed.
“How would you know that?” He asked. He seemed angry, but you were starting to think that was his natural state.
“St- My husband,” you lied. “He was of some importance here in Union. He knew everyone's name. The only Lily I heard of living here was Lily Castellanos. It's not the most common name in the world. So you have to be related.” Sebastian looked to the side and took a pained breath.
“Yeah, okay. You got me.” He stood up from where the two of you were sitting on the floor. “So now you understand why I can't let anything slow me down. I have to find her.” You nodded and reached out your hand for Sebastian to help you stand. He did. “Since we're digging into each other's lives. What's your husband's name? You keep almost saying it. Stan? Stuart?”
“Stephen.” You lied. “His name was Stephen L/N.” You figured a few more white lies wouldn't hurt. And also, you felt if you said his real name, he'd appear. And that was certainly the last thing you wanted.
“So I'm assuming he turned recently?” Sebastian asked.
“What? Why?” He laughed a little. You could've sworn that was the first time you heard him laugh. Or even smile for that matter.
“The hickey on your neck still looks pretty fresh.” He started to walk away. You could feel all of the blood coming back into your face as both of your hands shot up to cover your neck. Dammit Stefano! You swore if you somehow saw him again, and miraculously had the strength, you would ring his neck. “Come on. We're close to the signal.” Sebastian called for you.
~*~*~*~
The two of you came upon a small diner. You remembered coming here with some of the friends you'd made in Union. Sebastian ran in, not wasting anytime. He quickly checked for the signal. According to his communicator, you were right on top of it.
“Lily?” He called. “It's okay, it's me. It's Dad.” He ran around, checking under tables, behind counters. It was a sad sight. You slowly followed, your handgun at the ready in case of emergency. He got to a door labelled “Office,” apparently it was locked. He tried it a few times to no avail, then desperately looked around for another way in. Sebastian pushed a small shelf out of the way and crawled into a hole in the wall. It must've been a vent, you assumed. Knowing you couldn't follow, you waited for him to unlock the door. “This is Lily’s doll. She's been here.” You heard him say. He was quiet for a few minutes after that. You knocked on the door.
“Sebastian, you okay? Let me in!”
“Oh my god… she’s in trouble.” He said, he quickly unlocked the door and almost knocked you over as he walked out. Realizing he had, he apologetically grabbed your shoulder, steadying you again. “We’ve got to check around back and see where that window comes out. We’ll follow the trail from there.” You nodded. Noting the small crocheted doll in his hand. It looked just like the picture you had seen of her.
“How do you know she's in trouble?” You asked.
“I saw her. She was running away.” He told you as you both walked out of the diner.
“From what?” You felt you already knew his response.
“Some freak with a camera. I met him earlier.” Damn. You hated being right.
“Freak with a camera?” You feigned ignorance.
“Guy seems to have an obsession with death. Or blood. Can't decide. It doesn't matter, I can't let him get to her.” He walked around the back of the building and you followed.
“Maybe he won't hurt her?” Were you actually defending him right now? You couldn't believe yourself.
“Doubt that. And I'm not gonna wait to find out.” Sebastian looked around the area for any clues of Lily's whereabouts. You felt dizzy. Stefano wouldn't hurt a child, would he? Of course you knew that the preacher would kill him if he hurt Lily. But would he hurt your child? You could feel your breathing picking up. The light-headedness taking over.
“Sebastian…” You felt yourself falling to the ground as you saw Sebastian reaching out for you. Soon everything was black.
A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for the positivity I received. Also, I've decided I'm going to update this fic on Mondays from here on out.
It felt like it had been hours since you had come into the room. You thought you could still hear Guardian out in the distance. Or maybe it was your mind tricking you again? But you figured you were safe for the moment. Crawling out from your hiding spot, you looked around. Apparently, you had been hiding under a workbench of some sort. Off to the side was a coffee maker and a computer. On the workbench were blueprints for various guns and tools scattered about. What was this room for? You didn't think too much more on it and sat down at the computer. The symbol you saw painted on the door appeared on the screen. What did this all mean? As soon as the thought entered your mind, you could hear someone trying at the door. You ducked back under the workbench, hitting your head as you did. You bit down on your lip to hold back any noise you might have made.
Whoever it was must've had a key. After some distinct jingling, the door opened. They slammed it shut behind them and locked it. You heard a click as they pulled a gun out of it's holster.
“Damn…” they said to themselves. You determined it must be a man. You could only see his legs at this point. Was he wearing… a military uniform? No that couldn't be it. But it looked familiar. You knew if you saw the top you would recognize it. You were just about to make your presence known as you heard banging above you. “Great, now what?” you thought. Soon, the door began to creak. open. “Don't come any closer!” The man shouted. He sounded young, and scared. He certainly wouldn't be much help in your predicament.
“Okay, calm down!” Yelled another male voice from behind the door. “Don’t shoot.” He said this a bit calmer. “I'm not gonna hurt you. See?” You watched a gun slide across the floor towards the younger man. “You can lower your gun. I’m on your side.”
“... You're not Mobius.” Stated the first man. Mobius? What was he talking about? “You might not be one of those things… but that doesn't mean you're on my side.” You supposed he had a point. Ever since people started turning into the Lost, it seemed like it was every man for themselves.
“You're right. I don't work for Mobius. But I was sent here by them.” The second man took a step forward.
“Have you seen what those things out there…? What they can do!?” You could hear the younger man point his gun again.
“Yeah, I have. Lucky for you, your partner was willing to sacrifice himself so you could escape.” The older man sounded angry. You couldn't blame him if what he was saying was true. Was that the man Stefano was getting pictures of?
“He wasn't my partner. He was just a member of Union's security detail.” You could hear the pain in the younger man’s voice. “Protecting me… was his job. My job is to solve a hardware issue. Dying inside here is above my pay grade.” You noticed the second man take a couple steps forward. “I'm not a soldier, I'm just a technician.”
“I know…” the tone of the older man’s voice frightened you. Were you about to witness a murder? The man quickly stepped forward.
“S-Stop! Or I’ll shoot!” You heard a yelp as the younger man bent over and the older quickly backed away. You assumed he was now holding the gun.
“... A soldier would have taken the safety off. I told you we’re on the same side.” You quietly breathed a sigh of relief. “Let's try this again. I’m Sebastian Castellanos.”
“I’m O’Neal. Liam O’Neal.” The name Castellanos sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. Along with many other things in this place. As you thought it over, you tuned out the rest of their conversation. It wasn't until they came closer you even noticed they were still talking.
“You know you're being watched right?” Sebastian asked O’Neal. Your heart started to race.
“What? Nothing should be able to get in here, it's a safe house for Mobius operatives!”
“You can come out now. I assume you're not one of those things.” Sebastian told you. After a minute you started to crawl out from under the table. Your head throbbing slightly where you hit it.
“How did you get in here?” O’Neal asked, pointing his gun at you. He seemed scared, but attempted acting strong. As he had with Sebastian.
“Calm down. I don't have any weapons and I'm just a citizen of Union.” Your held your hands up as a sign of innocence. O’Neal lowered his weapon. “I was being chased and found this place. The door was unlocked.” Sebastian was looking you up and down. He obviously seemed suspicious of you but wasn't saying anything. Now that you actually had the chance to see their faces, you could begin to form an opinion of them. Sebastian appeared to be in his early forties, his hair was messily slicked back and scruffy facial hair covered most of his face. O’Neal seemed closer to your age. He had a shaved head and the beginnings a beard, along with a pair of thin framed glasses. He certainly looked the part of technician.
“What's your name?” He asked.
“Y/N L/N.” You replied. Upon realizing Sebastian was still looking at you like you two heads, you snapped at him. “Need something, oldy?” You blamed the possible pregnancy hormones. He obviously seemed irritated but didn't get angry with you.
“You look pretty well dressed and clean for 'just a citizen of Union.’” He had a point. Your dress still looked brand new. And the only dirty thing on you was your bleeding feet.
“So I had some time to find clean clothes and wash up. You would too if you had the chance.”
“No shoes? Looks like you've been walking on glass.”
“Heels aren't the best for running and nothing else would've gone with the outfit.” You retorted. It was obvious he had more things to say, but didn't want to argue.
“I’ll make some fresh coffee.” O’Neal said, breaking the silence between the three of you.
“I’m not sure one of us can drink it.” Sebastian suggested while looking at you. How could he tell? Were you really showing that much? Could Stefano tell when he saw you? Well, at least this confirmed your suspicions.
“You shouldn't go making assumptions about strangers.” You glared at him. “Especially assumptions that have to do with weight.” It seemed to take O’Neal a minute to take in what you two were saying. Even after figuring it out, he decided it would be best to stay out of it and continued brewing the coffee.
“I’m a retired detective.” Stated Sebastian. I'm pretty confident that I’m correct.” You didn't respond. “Were you expecting before or after you were put in here?”
“Mobius wouldn't send a pregnant woman into STEM.” O’Neal butted in. “Too many risks.” You felt slightly outnumbered in this conversation. But at least now you had a better idea of who Mobius was. They were the ones running this freak show.
“So is the father one of those things now?” Sebastian asked. His tone shifted less from interrogation and more towards apologetic.
“Yes.” You lied. “He is.”
“I’m sorry.” Replied Sebastian. It almost seemed as if he was sincere. Either that or he was very good at acting. You couldn't decide. He quickly changed the subject. “You know that your head's bleeding, right?” You felt the spot where you hit it on the table. Wet.
“So it is.”
“There's a first aid kit on the shelf over there.” O’Neal told you as he poured the fresh coffee for he and Sebastian. Sebastian grabbed the kit and started tending to your head. You would have done it yourself had you been able to see it. The rubbing alcohol stung, but nothing you hadn't dealt with before. When Sebastian was done he took a cup of coffee from O’ Neal and they began to talk more about Mobius and the town. You decided to take this time to clean and bandage your poor feet, and only half listened to their conversation. Something about “The Core,” whatever that was, a girl named Lily, and something called a “stable field emitter.” They continued to talk about their communicators, supplies, weapons, etc. You didn't have too much interest in it. But apparently, O'Neal was planning on staying in the safe house. Sebastian was planning on going out to find “The Core” or whatever. Deciding that O'Neal probably couldn't keep you safe if Stefano decided to check buildings, you said something brave.
“Sebastian, I'm going with you.” They both looked at you as if you were crazy.
“Are you out of your mind? No way. You're staying here.” Sebastian scolded you.
“I'm not going to be a sitting duck while you find a way out of this thing. I'm going with you.” You had raised your voice by this point, walking closer to Sebastian to prove your point. “Also, I want to find St-… my baby's father. I want to put him out of his misery myself.” This wasn't quite true. Actually you were trying to do the exact opposite. Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Instead he lifted his hand to rub his face. He was thinking.
“Even if you were to go with me. And I'm not saying you are. Do you have any kind weapons training?” He asked.
“My parents were firm believers in the second amendment. I've got a bit.” This was another lie. But you figured you could learn quickly. Sebastian thought for another moment.
“Okay. But I can't take you out there in a dress.”
“There may be some old uniforms around the safe house. I can't promise any will fit though.” O’Neal butted in. You both had almost forgotten he was even there.
“See? Problem solved.” You smirked. Sebastian didn't look happy with this at all.
“I'm not guaranteeing your safety here.” He told you. “I'm on a mission and if you slow me down, I can't promise I won't leave you behind.” You felt like he was lying about that, but you nodded in agreement.
“I guess I’ll try to find one of those uniforms then.” You said.
~*~*~*~
It took a good half hour to finally find a uniform that fit. In that time O’Neal worked on crafting some parts for Sebastian to use. And Sebastian went out to see if he could find any bigger weapons. He had decided his handgun wasn't going to be enough to fight the Lost. Which was completely understandable.
As you changed you looked in the mirror next to you. Now that you were actually accepting that you were pregnant, the small bump was kinda obvious. This worried you. “Did Stefano already know? Did he know before I even did?” Although you still didn't know what that meant for you. How would he actually feel about this? You finished getting changed and rubbed your belly absentmindedly as you asked yourself these questions. You could feel butterflies in your stomach. It was then you realized that maybe it hadn't been butterflies at all, but your little one moving about. This brought a small smile to your face. But still creeped you out a little nonetheless. How long had this small human parasite gone unnoticed inside of you? You were trying to figure out when your last period was when there was a knock on the door of the bathroom.
“You done yet? I can't wait for you forever.” It was Sebastian. You opened the door and walked out.
“Sorry.” You said. Sebastian handed you a small gun. You took it and put it in the holster on your hip. “Thanks.”
“We better get going. I picked up the signal of the core across town.” Sebastian did a quick wave to O’Neal as the two of you began to walk out of the safe house.
“Hey, Y/N, you sure you don't want to stay? I could use some company.” He asked.
“No thanks. Thanks for your help though.” You waved as you and Sebastian walked out the door, closing it behind you.
