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Here Piggy Piggy Chris Walker x gn!reader wc: 1.427

It wasn’t what you’d wanted, frustration making your movements jerky, adjusting the gear you’d already checked twice before. It had been months of the company lawyers going toe to toe with the Murkoff leeches. But you were finally getting in, even if it was only because things had gone terribly wrong.

Surprise, surprise. From the briefing you’d gotten while gearing up, Mount Massive had finally imploded. Some of the information that had managed to get out had left several of your fellow mercenaries pale, others had struggled not to throw up seeing the photos that had been leaked. They really thought they could just do whatever the hell they wanted up there.

They’d really just bent the Geneva Conventions over and fucked them, bragging about each atrocity like a bit of dirty talk. You could kiss whoever it was that had managed to send out the files, redacted or not. It had finally gotten you the foot in the door, watching the door to the facility fall to pieces under the battering ram.

Unlike everyone else you had a personal stake in this, remembering the letters you’d left in a lock box under your bed. It was still hard to believe that Chris had done those things. He’d always been a big guy, so you knew he’d had the strength, but he’d been diligent, a good soldier. A little slow but you’d seen the intelligence behind the sullen looks that he’d worn when the other soldiers had joked at his expense.

He’d been hesitant about the therapy, but he’d worked through it. Stepping over the debris, gun tucked securely against your shoulder, you flicked on the light and started looking. There were orders, listening to the brief chatter on the radio before pulling it loose. And then there were your own orders, knowing if you were caught there’d be hell to pay.

A body lurched at you out of a locker, mumbling and muttering as its fingers ineffectually tried to hold you. Butt of your gun to its temple it dropped, and you moved to leave only to feel its fingers weakly try to grab your ankle. Unsettled, even if it was easy to pull your foot free, you continued down the hall.

It was only after the fifth thing jumped at you that you finally turned off the flashlight, panting in the dark as you tried to settle the anxiety that made your stomach twist. You should have just done it sooner, flicking down the night vision goggles and waiting for your eyes to adjust. The sound of chains rattling made you freeze, foot lifted for a step lowered as you started backing towards a corner.

An idiot thing to do, but nothing could get behind you if there wasn’t an option to. Too many bodies had leapt at you, wearing tattered clothing, skin just as patchwork. Training only covered so much, could only override the genetic deep ingrained response to fear for so long. A bubble of hysteria threatened to crush your lungs, wanting to scream, wanting to run, wanting to pull the trigger and just start shooting.

You could feel the vibrations before you were able to hear the heavy tread, a small bubble breaking off the larger one, remembering the TRex scene in Jurassic Park. Very apt, and you wouldn’t put it past Murkoff to have dinosaurs. You’d been seeing monsters for the last twenty minutes, things that shouldn’t be alive, shouldn’t be able to walk around and function.

The footsteps paused, your grip adjusted on the gun settling your finger against the trigger. The rattling chains went silent, you focused on breathing as quietly as possible. The prey response was demanding you flee, a rabbit tucked into its burrow knowing the fox is waiting at the end of the tunnel. A rat knowing it was time to jump ship because the water was gushing through the holes some creature had carved into it.

“Little pig…’

You jolted, recognizing the voice. It wasn’t quite the same, there was something… wet about it. Was if the words were too thick, as if the person speaking them was drowning. But it was Chris, and some asshole had taken his stuffed animal.

Easing out of the corner, you couldn’t bring yourself to lower your gun. It didn’t bring half as much comfort as it would usually in hostile territory but it was better than nothing. You’d wanted to bring it with you, of more accurately its twin. The original had been locked up in evidence and then incinerated. Along with the evidence that had been gathered on his.. crimes.

Don’t open the fucking door!

But you had to, hearing the chains rattle softly now that you were closer. Fingers curling around the knob, you held it in your palm, hyping yourself up before twisting it. As if that had been a cue, the door burst inwards, sending you flying back as something absolutely massive skulked into the room.

Bile burned your throat, staring up at the thing baring its teeth at you as it reached out with a scarred bloody hand. That at least was familiar, not the mind numbing terror that tried to extinguish the relief at finding him. Not in one piece by any means, but still alive.

“Hey, buddy.’ You whispered, throat squeezed tight from trapping the screams that had threatened to spill out. If they had they never would have stopped.

The hand that had been moving towards you the way a building fell over stilled. Honestly you’d been pretty sure you were going to be crushed, the familiar palm pressing against your face and then through it. The sudden grasp of the front of your tactical gear, feeling your body yanked off the ground sharply enough, that was familiar too.

“Still eating those wheaties, huh?’

A bit better, though even you could hear the fear in your voice, slowly lowering your gun and letting go, leaving it hanging by the strap. One hand on the wrist, the other patting his forearm. What had they done to him, looking at the torn skin and tissue on his forehead, seeing far deeper into his nose than you’d ever wanted to.

You flicked the night vision goggles up to fully expose your face, not because it made you sick to look at him. You’d gotten a glimpse at his file, feet dangling uselessly beneath you. Self inflicted, the maiming had been done by his own hand. Jesus…

“You…’

“That’s right.’ Too cheerful, but based on what you could see in the dark, eyes slowly adjusting, he didn’t take it personal. “Came to visit you, told you I would.’

It’d been easier before they’d tried to hide him away at Mount Massive, tossing another vet as sacrificial lamb to a broken justice system. And then they’d done whatever the hell it was they did here to him.

“Late. You’re late.’

“I know, I know, but I got that promotion, remember?’ He seemed to consider this, your toes slowly touching the ground. “If you think the brass sucks, imagine becoming one.’

“Stupid brass…’

“Yeah I worked with a bunch of real dodos.’

You watched as he grabbed a sofa and just righted it one handed, swallowing a little thickly. A mixture of nostalgia, and the nagging reminder how easy he could just slam you around like Bam Bam. The frame creaked as he sat, perching on the opposite end’s arm, the feeling all too familiar.

“I got the cards on me if you wanna…’

The sentence slowly trailed off, watching the way he stared at the wall. A blank wall. Throat tight, you coughed to clear it.

“Did you get my letter? I got a lil pig, well not so little anymore.’ That got his attention, breath hitching, but he didn’t look away from that damned wall. “Swear she’s almost as big as you, but the sweetest princess. You’d like her.’

“Miss piggy?’

“Yeah, a lil lady through and through.’ When he nodded as if it went without saying, you pulled your phone out of its pouch. “You wanna see her? I got some pictures and a video.’

Easing onto the couch, like slowly sinking into a lake that was too damned cold by half. When he didn’t immediately take your head off, you scooted closer, unlocking your phone and pulling up a video.

“Little lady.’ His head finally turned, locked onto your phone screen with the same intensity he’d given the wall. “Pretty piggy.’

“Yeah she is, bud. You can name her if you want.’