>Warning: (Fluff/hurt with comfort, angst, canon typical horror, mention of death, GN! Reader, romantic(platonic if you squint), can be interpreted as reader having a disability or just generally scared, reader is a pathetic wet kitten)
Your team was far ahead, this wasn’t the first time.
They didn’t hate you but they didn’t like you either.
You couldn’t go solo, the last time you did, you died alone and terrified.
Sebastian, despite his words, wasn’t a good friend. You didn’t blame him though, you appreciated his services but disliked his words.
You couldnt help but wonder if you were an issue, it seemed like no one down here appreciated your company.
The door shut behind you, then again ahead of you soon after. “No…” you whined, pressing fruitlessly at the keycard reader. Sinking against it as you heard the doors behind it shut, growing more distant. To make matters worse, the lights suddenly flickered with a chime. Something was coming.
You stayed with your forehead against the door, all the while a low, sickeningly familiar song built up in the background accompanied by the sound of a cane. A more distant rumble began to grow.
They left you again.
You nodded against the door.
Mr. Lopee approached you. Wordlessly, what felt like fingers made of static and needles placed at your shoulder. It made you feel numb, the pit growing in your stomach suddenly reminded you how empty it was. He had this effect. You were turned, he walked along side you to the side room nearby.
The room was already ransacked, drawers opened and a lockers doors wide. Behind you, an angler rushed by, breaking the lights and shaking the ground as it broke through the doors. Its scream faded quicker than it came.
“You aren’t going to send me back?” You wanted to say but felt mute around him. He radiated a silencing aura, everyone feared him. Not you, you just were following some base instinct you were yet to understand. Something in you just told you you needed to be careful around him, though you wanted to talk to him like normal.
Your friends will die. My associate and the machine will handle them. I can see that this arrangement with them is not working though.
He began to walk towards the door again, he didn’t look back at you. His body a dark shadow against the lighting past the door.
Walk with me. I’d like to show you something, Y/N.
You stared for a moment then came closer, just behind him.
Walk with me, you are my partner, not my subordinate.
At his demand, you silently joined him at his side. Those pinprick, green pupils stared back at you before moving ahead. Satisfied, he continued walking with you at his side.
The two of you took your time, walking at your pace rather than your teammates. One by one you passed the bodies of your teammates. One by a fake door, one dead by a walldweller, you could hear another being eaten by a void puddle. The last two died to a door stopper, all easily preventable deaths.
Do you understand how lucky you are to not rush through surviving? To wait, learn and understand how to get further each time?
He spoke, standing over the bodies, using his cane to drag a blacklight from the body before leaning down and picking it up. Though it seemed dead, it flickered to life in his hand.
Fools convince the wise that the roles are reversed, you are not inferior because they convinced you that you are.
He walked at a leisurely pace over to you, looking down at the object in his hand. Finally he held it out for you, a slight tremble was noticeable.
Your talents are more needed than theirs, you simply need better company.
You took the blacklight, his hand briefly placed over yours.
Aside from me that is.
He turned slowly back to the door, looking back at you. Wordlessly you began to walk again until you reached a room where he stopped and lead you to a large vent usually inaccessible. The two of you walked through it before reaching a hallway, the sound of radio static becoming audible and the rustle of movement suddenly stopping.
My associate will hold onto you, i will send someone better your way soon.
He says, nodding towards the chain link fence over to your side at the end of a hallway. This was Sebastians shop.
“Thank you,” you murmured without thinking. He seemed somewhat perplexed but nodded and looked towards the fence again. You began to walk away, about halfway there the feeling of dread subsided, you looked back and he was gone. You sighed, standing at the fence. Sebastian was staring down at you, he actually jumped when you came out. Sighing when it wasn’t Mr. Lopee that came out.
You were hit with a scrutinizing but relating stare, he had experienced something similar with Mr.Lopee. At least in terms of frightening encounters. You knew you had to explain yourself.
