'The Epilogue of Calamity.'
Synopsis⁀➴ Everyone in the word disappeared without an explanation or trace, everyone except you... and a certain football player.
::⁀➴ long read, Bunny Iglesias x Reader, Gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, setting takes place outside of Spain, extinction event, reader is kinda an idiot, slight angst, slow burn, multi-part series?, sfw!, mentions of suicide towards the end
a/n⁀➴ I got this idea from that one comic of the two people meeting at the end of the world, but I didn't take the idea entirely. (@/ broshimitsu on Tiktok!!)
If you would've known yesterday was the last day you'd see your family, you obviously would have spent it better.
Instead of bedrotting in your room the entire day, just mumbling a simple "love you too" to your parents when they left for work, you would've hugged them tight—would have said a more genuine 'I love you'.
When you woke up this morning, you didn't get that.
Yawning and stretching out of your bed, you made your way down to the kitchen to find something to eat. You looked at the clock, 11:23AM.
You grab some leftover dinner from the night before, heating it up before lazily leaning against the counter.
Halfway through eating your meal, you see your dad's phone on the kitchen island. You didn't know he was home.
"Dad?" You call out, your suspicion growing as he didn't answer.
You finish your meal and set your dishes in the sink, walking through the kitchen and living room to the stairs to continue the search.
"Dad," you call out again, knocking on your parent's bedroom door. Upon receiving no answer, you open it. Their bedsheets were slightly ruffled, as if they had actually been there.
Their bathroom door was open. Peeking through, you could see nobody was in there. Panic started to kick in. You look out of the windows, seeing both your parents' vehicles still parked out front.
You scramble back to your room, trying not to worry too much. Maybe he just took today off and took a walk, and forgot his phone. But what about your mom?
You go into your contacts and call your mom. After a few seconds, you hear her phone start to ring downstairs.
Not wanting to assume the worst—you wait. They probably just went on a walk. They'd be home soon.
You lay in your bed, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you watch the minutes tick by. Where the hell are they?
You get up again, slip on some shoes, and make your way to the front door.
You walk to the house of your neighbor, seeing their cat rubbing against a post of their porch upon your arrival, it almost made you feel a little better.
You knock on their front door with a little more force than necessary, waiting about ten seconds for an answer. No yell for you to wait, no footsteps.
Looking around your neighborhood, you see nothing.
You yell out, looking around to see if any doors open, anyone comes running out.
You spent the next few days banging on the doors of people in your neighborhood, frantically trying to get a better response than the occasional dog barking.
You barely slept since the first day everyone disappeared. The TV hasn't worked since nobody has been able to broadcast anything. Nobody you've tried contacting has answered. It'd be a matter of time before your electricity went out, too.
Til then, you'll try to hold it together.
It would've been peaceful if you weren't fully alone, but you were. The only living thing you had was the neighbors cat, going to sit with it on the porch when you felt extra lonely.
It was almost peaceful, then. But the nagging voice at the back of your head saying you were fully alone made staying awake unbearable.
The only thing you could confide in was sleep.
Almost a month later, your electricity finally cut out. Coincidentally, a lot of the food you had was things you had to cook to be able to consume. Besides canned beans, but you weren't that hungry yet.
You decided to venture off into town, packing an empty backpack, a pocket knife, and some walking shoes since you couldn't drive. (The vehicles were still totally fine, but you, yourself, couldn't drive.)
Going about your adventure, you found most of the stores were still locked. The inside looked like it was preserved in time, untouched, and not yet collecting dust.
You were starting to lose hope until you saw a small supermarket door that looked like it had been opened with force. You take your pocket knife put, readying it in case something or someone was in there.
Slowly creeping up to the door, you almost freeze.
Were your eyes deceiving you? It looked like a man.
Your eyes weren't deceiving you. It wasn't a mannequin or anything other than what you've hoped for days.
It was, in fact, a person.
You couldn't help your eyes from tearing up as you watched him through the glass, his back turned towards you but still there nonetheless. You squeeze the knife in your hand, slowly opening the door slightly more so you could enter.
The door was loud enough for him to hear, and he turned around, eyes widening at also seeing another person.
You both just stood like that for a while. You took in his appearance. Two thick scars adorned his face, along with one horizontally across his neck. Those were just the ones you could see.
Your voice was quiet throughout the store, and you looked around nervously.
"Hi." He responded, taking a few steps closer to you.
You held the knife in front of you, not directed towards him, but still menacingly enough to let him know not to try anything.
He stopped walking, standing there awkwardly.
"Do you.. know if there's anyone else?" You mutter, eyeing his entire body up and down. He didn't look like he had any weapons, but it's always good to be careful.
"No." His voice echoed almost too loudly, as if the question physically hurt.
You furrow your brows, looking around.
"What's your name?" You walk to a nearby shelf, picking up a box of crackers.
He almost looked shocked, like you offended him, before an almost fake smile crossed his face.
"Do you not watch football?" A joking tone.
His smile slightly fell before he let out a shallow laugh.
".. Nevermind. My names Bunny."
You nod and state your own name, browsing down the shelf you had grabbed the crackers from.
"Are you an athlete or something? Is that why you were asking?" You hum, turning back to him.
"Yeah, football. I'm pretty good." you could tell he tried to be humble, but the way he puffed his chest out slightly gave him away.
You couldn't help but wonder how someone could be so.. not gloomy in a time like this. You hadn't cracked one smile since you've met him. Yet, one never seemed to leave his face.
"Oh, yeah. Iglesias. I recognize you,"
"Have you not seen the state of the world? Football isn't important anymore."
He went silent after that, laughing after a long moment.
"You're so dreary. It's funny,"
This guy was beginning to get irritating.
"Why would I not be dreary? Everyone's gone!" You almost yelled it, your cheeks flushing from aggravation.
He just grinned. Your shoulders slumped: he was rage baiting you.
While walking from door to door together, you got to know each other. His tragic backstory, where he was when everyone disappeared.
He was playing poker with some of his teammates when they literally just disappeared out of thin air one midnight. How terrifying would that be?
"So.. they just disappeared. That's so scary," You try to laugh it off, but the thought of seeing that happen to your parents made your insides almost lurch out of your mouth.
"Yeah. It's engraved in my mind."
Making your way from store to store, you find enough supplies to last you probably for another few weeks. You know you'll somehow have to make a fire sooner or later, to cook meat you'll somehow figure out how to catch, but that'll be for another day.
"So.. Where exactly are you staying?" He broke the steady silence, looking at you with a curious gleam.
Should you actually tell him? If he was to do anything bad, he probably would have done it anyway. He was built, and one measly pocket knife would only slow him down just a bit—
Why are you even thinking like this? He could be a good guy. Maybe you're just paranoid.
Either way, it's better to be safe than sorry.
"Uhm. A few neighborhoods over." You hum after a long pause, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye to see how he'd react.
"Oh, not too far." He nods, eyes darting to the path ahead of you before he looks at you again. "Are there any houses around there? You know, we should probably stick together since we're the last people on earth,"
You furrow your eyebrows, shooting him a suspicious glance.
".. Why?" You question, stopping on the pavement.
"I.. just told you?" He stops a few steps after you, giving you a knowing smile that was almost calling you dumb.
Your expression turned blank.
"Sorry. I'm just.. paranoid. I dont know you all that well."
He nods again, shrugging his shoulders.
"I get it. I'm kinda scary—"
"Wait, no! I wasn't calling you scary,"
"No, no, seriously. I knew you weren't referring to that. No hard feelings, yeah?" He continues walking again, and you follow shortly behind.
"So, why didn't you ask if I could stay where you're living at?" You ask, a meaningless question to help break the ice a bit more.
If you two were going to survive together, you need there to be no ice at all.
"Ah, I'm staying in a hotel. We just came here for a match, I'm originally from Spain."
You almost felt dumb. How could you not tell his accent was spanish?
"Oh. I'm sorry. Being away from your home during this must be awful," you frowned, shivering at the thought.
"It's no biggie. We travel too much for me to consider it a home."
When you both eventually make it back to your neighborhood, you stop in front of your house, motioning to all of the other surrounding ones.
"Hm. Which ones have you ransacked for food?" He teased, eyeing the one to the left of yours.
Your eyes widen. Once again, you feel dumb.
"I didn't think to do that." Instead of walking to the grocery store, you could've used your neighbors houses.
But if you did, you probably would have never met him. Maybe it was the universe making you dumb, who knows.
He just laughed, walking up to the porch, seeing the cat that inhabited it.
"So, you have no idea how to get in?"
Checking under the door mat, fake rocks in the yard, even watching him baby-talking to the cat, asking it while scratching its chin as if it could talk and tell him there was a key. It was kinda cute.
You eventually try to open a window on one of the sides of the front door, finding it unlocked.
"Look." You move out of the way, presenting the window to him with an outstretched arm.
"Perfect," He walked forward and reached one of his arms in, unlocking the door from it.
"Do you need to go back to your hotel to get something?" You push the door open, the cat running in, probably missing its bed. You both laugh.
He takes off his cap, pushing his hair back.
"No, no. I have everything I need."
"Are you sure? No clothes? A guy used to live here that was almost the same size as you, but still." You cross your arms over your chest, tilting your head.
"Please. It's fine." Sighing, he looks into the house. "It's a nice place."
You couldn't help but agree. You'd been in there a few times when your neighbors asked for help. The memory made your chest ache.
"If you need anything, I'll be next door." Walking off the porch, you see him waving to you out of your peripheral vision.
Unpacking the newfound foods out of your bag, you try to scrounge up a filling dinner idea.
A box of salted crackers.
It'll last you a few weeks, at least.
While smearing peanut butter on a cracker, eating it as your so-called dinner, you hear a knock.
Still chewing, you get up to answer.
To no surprise, you see Bunny standing at the door, holding his goods in front of him.
"Could we eat together? Just to get to know each other more." He mutters softly, the cat rubbing against his ankles, meowing up at the both of you.
You swallow your food, nodding.
"The cat seems to like you. I think his name is Mallow,"
You lead him to your couch, where you were previously enjoying your food. He seemed to have the same idea as you, having brought his crackers and peanut butter, as well.
You both sit in comfortable silence, Bunny occasionally wiping some of the butter on his finger and offering it to Mallow.
Despite the wariness you had prior to getting to know him, he just seemed like a normal dude.
Despite being a 6'3, buff, humongous athlete with scars adorning every part of his body, he seemed so small in this moment to himself. Sitting next to you, sitting in your house. It was only you both. That thought gnawed at every thought in his brain, how something so paranormal happened in the real world. Everyone else was gone.
"I thought you said we were gonna get to know each other more." Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes darting to you before he smiled.
"You haven't tried talking, either, you know."
Laying in your parents' bed that night, you couldn't help but feel hope. You weren't alone, and this guy seemed like he was genuine.
You take a deep breath, finally closing your eyes.
In the house next to yours, Bunny sprawled across the couch. Why, when there was a perfectly good bed upstairs? He didn't know. Mallow rested on his stomach, curled up and purring.
The soft purrs helped ease his aching mind. He could only think about what would have happened if he never found you, or, if you weren't around either?
He probably would have killed himself.
But, now, he had the same feeling as you. Hope. He had something—someone— to look forward to in the morning.
Hopefully, each morning after that.
A/N pt2: I hope you guys like this! I spent so long on this. Not that it took long, I just put it off💔 part 2 soon #maybe?👀
