Part TWO of Under My Skin!! Thank you for your patience friends who have been waiting, this has been a very long week at work lmao.
Warnings: Foul Language, Knives is an asshole, reader gets the shit beat out of them, alienation, reader is still uncanny and will remain as such (I PROMISE THIS IS SUPER RELEVANT TO THE STORY), it gets worse before it gets better
Snuff
Knives x Uncanny!Reader (post Maximum, universe alteration)
Part 1: Under My Skin
Part 3
If there ever was a god, they were a fucking jerk for this.
Knives stood on one end of the table while you stood on the other. One of his taunts had led to a full on squabble, then to harsh shoves, and now to this. You held a rather large kitchen knife and had fury unparalleled by even the leviathan wyrms in your eyes. He wished he could still activate his gate, then this nonsense would finally be resolved quickly and messily.
He bore his teeth and to his surprise you bore yours. Strange. humans didn't usually have that reflex. He still had yet to make heads and tails of you but that could wait for another day. Now, he needed to focus on evading whichever attack you settle on.
"Cmon, you can't kill me! Just think of how sad Vash would be. I thought you were oath bound to my dear brother, you wouldn't dare break it would you?" The jest was less to diffuse the tension but more to fuel the fire.
"The Stampede will just have to deal punishment after you have been disposed of."
"All of this mellow drama because I said that you might be more tolerable if you at least tried to be human-" the kitchen knife flew by his head and embedded itself into the wall behind him, leaving a tear in the ugly wallpaper.
"Quiet! I am human! I AM!" You screamed, posture that of a rabid animal.
He rolled his eyes, "so says the hermit."
Knives found himself at a loss. You were practically frothing at the mouth with all your fury. Oh how the mighty have fallen, if this were mere months ago your head would already have been dispatched from your shoulders.
Eventually though, he let out a long dramatic sigh and put his hands up in surrender.
He didn't say anything nor did you but your posture relaxed a little bit. He let his hands fall back down and you turned away, your arms coming to wrap around your middle and nails digging into the soft flesh of your arm.
The two of you stood there for a while.
This had been what the last few weeks of your life had been like. If he wasn't silently brooding in his room he was throwing insults at you, finding every nook and cranny of insecurity to dig his claws into. You longed for his brother to return, to take the monster before you away, to leave you to your solitude again.
After a very long silence, Knives watched as you walked to a small closet near the front door and pulled out an old cloak. Shaking hands pulled on the worn out and tattered fabric. It was a dingy brownish grey but Knives suspected it might have been solid light grey at one point. At the very bottom, hidden beneath some folds in the fabric was half of a logo that seemed familiar but ultimately eluded his memory.
"Going out then?" He hummed, tone bored as if they hadn't been fighting.
"We are running low on essentials," your voice replied from deep within the hood.
He sauntered over and pulled the hood back, his gaze was cold and cruel. Then he rolled his eyes and huffed walking to the door and turning to wait for you.
"You are staying," you spoke firmly.
"I don't take orders from you," He sneered, "It's not like I can do anything anyway, might as well humor me with fresh air."
"You hate humans."
"I like to watch you suffer more."
A wry smile found his lips at his cruelty but for a second it disappeared. In that brief second he saw a very familiar look in your eyes, defeat. It caught him off guard but he recovered his arrogance quickly.
The walk to the town was deceptively long. You lived just far enough to see it but not close enough to be part of it, so much for your whole desperate pleas to be one of these maggots.
The two of you entered into the bustling market of the town. You adjusted your cloak and pulled the hood tightly over your head. He quirked a brow but ultimately decided to keep quite.
As you two passed by the vendors they eyed you warily. Parents pulled their children away and ugly taunts were thrown towards you. He got his own glances thrown at him but those were not born of fear and hatred, rather admiration and jealousy. He was beautiful so it was only natural for these parasites to look at him so. It was ironic in all truthfulness the way their eyes placed different judgments upon your and his heads; if only they knew what he had done.
He was brought back to the present as you stood in front of a stall selling dried meats and other pantry essentials.
"May I please-"
"We don't want you here."
"I just need-"
"We told you last time to get."
"I'll pay double-
"Scram freak."
You stood there for a moment before you moved ever so slightly. Knives could tell that you were looking at the other stalls and seeing that the same verdict had been reached across all the vendors of the town.
"Please. The next town is two days away. You know I don't linger I just need the essentials-"
The woman running the stall called behind her with an agitated huff. An extremely large man appeared and started to approach you, cracking his knuckles as you backed away.
The woman turned her attention to Knives with a friendly smile while her associate grabbed you.
"What can I get you hun?"
"W-wait-!"
"Dried Thomas?"
"I am sorry!"
"We just started to sell this new recipe!"
"Please-!"
"My own blend of seasonings!"
"S-stop please..."
"You really must try it!"
Knives turned to look back at you as the behemoth dragged your bloodied body back out of the town and into the unforgiving desert.
Ah, he remembered that logo now. One of the organizations who Conrad would occasionally work with. One that specialized in making monsters. What was their project again? Oh yes, turning humans into the worlds generators and creating new plants. How foolish of a task.
Dusk had settled when you came too again. A familiar figure loomed over you and nudged your side with his foot. He looked annoyed and dropped a heavy bag onto your stomach.
"Finally, I got you your groceries. You may repay me for my generosity later."
You recovered your breath but didn't reply or move. He looked down at you and saw how glassy your eyes looked, how hopeless you looked. Knives felt his gut churn but he dared not acknowledge how familiar this feeling was. Instead he dropped his cocky act and wandered off to the side until you finally peeled yourself off the sand and begun to stumble home. He trailed from a distance.
