yooo! How would the Black Hat Org. react to someone who refuses to be “identified”. Someone who isn’t a hero neither a villain. That saves civilians yet kicks hero’s ass?
Good question, lets see
Villainous x morally ambiguous reader
DR FLUG:
He would probably be the most comprehensive out of all of the crew (alongside 505). Since he also is the one who can understand feeling pity or mercy for someone he wouldn't judge you as much.
Still Flug would be confused on how deep your hatred for heroes is when you always insist on doing the least harm possible to civilians.
But at the end of the day he can appreciate someone capable of empathy and basic human decency. He probably has the most confidence with you to vent his emotions since you never mock him for it.
Somedays, when the missions get out of hand and a lot of people that didn't have anything to do with the objective get hurt, you usually get very sulky and even avoidant.
Flug is the one to bring you something to eat and watch you as you look at one fixed place without even blinking.
Even though you have your moments of empathy, he gets really excited when you go full on ruthless with most heroes. You just present yourself so ruthless, not even letting them say anything before you launch.
has tried multiple times to ask you about why you work for a villain company when you aren't a villain yourself. Your answer is always the same: you hate heroes with passion but you won't mess with people who haven’t messed with you outside that.
He loves to plan the attacks with you! mainly because you are the only one listening or following said plan. Sometimes a little too well.
There was one time when you went undercover to a funeral as the corpse so you could catch the hero off-guard and even after the hero was neutralised you did not exit the casket until the service ended. Flug worried you might have lost against that hero.
Flug: Reader! I thought you were dead!
Reader: No. Just in deep cover.
Flug: But you were inside an open casket. At a funeral home!
Reader: It was a very deep cover.
Yeah, you're more of a question about my methods but not my results. And even though flug doesn't want ot admit it, sometimes the results are actually worth the risk.
DEMENTIA:
Again, same dilemma as Flug but she's less kind about it. Or at least more vocal
She absolutely adores kicking hero ass with you and since you can get pretty aggressive she does enjoy a lot of your violence and company but often rolls her eyes at you leaving the people around unharmed.
You have to bribe her if you want her to leave the people on the streets alone and let me tell you, the bribe must be GOOD.
Strangely, you don't seem so keen on showing mercy to people if those people are willingly being dense about “helping” their heroes. Dementia knows this and will abuse the hell out of it so you can go full on crazy.
If you get affected by the death of someone (a death probably you caused), maybe they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, she will not console you, she will tell you to get over it and invite you to go to drink milkshakes together.
Even though you argue with her a lot more than with flug you do get along to the point of being friends. When Dementia and reader go out together they leave a path of vandalism and destruction around them.
Another reason she is willing to forget your merciful nature is because you are not against vandalism and often participate in it. Most of the time, you don't even realise how much you are recognised only for the damage of public property.
Dementia: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.
Reader: Dem, those are wanted posters!
You always intervene when she's trying to bully 505 or Flug and so she tries to target them when you are working on something else or when you start to disassociate because of god knows what.
She has the mentality of: I dont want to fix them, I can make them worse
BLACK HAT
Most of the time, hes pissed as fuck. But he recognises that you do a pretty decent job even by his imposisble standarts so he lets you be most times.
He's always pushing you to go full villain, like sabotaging a situation so you go full on massacre even if you don't want that. Will feed into your rage since that's the emotion you feel the strongest.
He will reprimand you or even punish you for pushing the team into not causing more chaos and destruction. Sometimes Black hat will give you direct orders to do so if you seem specially unwilling just to push you out of your comfort zone.
Does not care much how the death of innocent civilians affects you. If he catches you dissociating remembering the screams of the people he will just say to get used to it.
Black hat is willing to ignore your most redeeming qualities as a human being because of how feral and brutal you are to heroes. 0 mercy. Following the villain manual like a champ.
You dont let them talk, you dont let them explain you just attack and don’t stop until you bring the head of the hero to his office.
As a tactic for keeping you on your toes, awake and exhausted, therefore more prone to burst in rage, he often doesn't let you sleep, filling you with work. Long and tiring spying missions or bringing a hero alive which is a very exhausting work to do.
Once your all charged up with contempt and in survival mode due to not sleeping he sends you out to end a hero (whether that be killing them or leaving them unable to work anymore).
If you turn back and you performance is satisfactory, he will let you rest. Probably pat your shoulder and if you were exceptionally good (you brought the hero in different pieces) you might get a rare: excellent! from your boss.
The most “solace” he will offer you will be this (dont judge guys, this is the best he can do)
Reader:sigh* I feel so burnt out.
Black Hat: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.
Reader: Are you going to... assassinate me or something?
Black Hat: Not if you’re expecting it.
If you refuse to go by villain entirely he will start calling you 'villain in training' Maybe he will asign you to the BH camp for young villains so the lessons get to you.
If you ever break and decide to go full on supervillain his smile will practically split from his face. Ypur situaction is similar to Flugs, there's great potential but there's still some sharpening to do.
505:
He doesn't really notice if you make a difference between normal civilians and heros. He only knows that you are kind to him and that you like his hugs!
He enjoys your presence since you often drive dementia away when she's being mean to him. 505 has drawn you saving him, your room is full of his drawings.
The bear can notice that you are in some way similar to his father because you have a soft side (not as prominent as Flugs). You treat him well, protect him during missions and spend time with him. That makes you worthy of his love (and his pastries).
Idk what more to say about him, you probably have some sense of responsibility for 505 since he's the only innocent and pure being in the mansion.
Kinda like: this is 505, and if he gets hurt in any way Im ending everyone and then myself.
Hola gente!! Como villainous está reviviendo he pensado en seguir escribiendo para esta maravillosa serie (Alan turiel porfa no nos dejes con las ganas)
Cualquier petición que queráis de one shot o de headcannons decidme que yo escribo 🫶.
Guys, for those who don’t talk Spanish, request open. Ask whatever you want either by one shot or head canons.
I would love to know your opinion on my work. Have a nice day <3
Hey guys, before I launch another request I’ve been working on, I decided to redesign Harley Sawyer since I finally found his voice actor and I’ve been watching some of his voice lines.
Here’s the new one. I’ve taken a lot of inspiration in Giancarlo Esposito but I think I couldn’t really show it in the drawing. These are the photos that inspired this desing
Tell me, do you like this version or do you prefer the new one? I ask mainly to know which one to draw for future drawings of the fanfic.
Ok guys, this episode is more of a foundation for the next chapter which i will try to launch pretty close to this one. It doesnt have much of Harley x reader but it adds lore and i think its interesting to read. Enjoy!
The moment (Y/N) stepped out of the nursery it coincided with the moment in which [Player] finished his talk with Doey. [Player] looked at the psychologist with heavy eyes. It was normal, after all he had went through all kinds of hells for the hours he had spent inside the factory.
(Y/N) hadn’t really thought about how completely maddening had the last hours been for their companion. Constantly running on adrenaline, no sleep, no water and no rest. He was probably done with the idea of scaping already, maybe thinking it was better to end it all.
They had thought the same for the first few years. When The Prototype still had Sawyer and when his will to achieve revenge was backed up by the rest of the bigger bodies. It had been Doey the one ground them, not only them as a person but the whole haven.
Even when (Y/N) would have bad times being alone at the factory, the only human flesh down there… for years. When they lost their arm, fever overtook them and Doey stayed by their side, having blind hope in their survival. He stayed by their side even when Harley’s name would come repeatedly out of their mouth while they were delirious with the blood loss…
Watching as [Player] disappeared inside the generator room, (Y/N) kept thinking what would happen next. Sure, there were lower levels and maybe a few more challenging toys, but would he succeed?
Before (Y/N) could keep overthinking, the big toy made of doe lay a hand on their shoulder. That was the moment when (Y/N) realised there were alarms sounding around.
Doey looked at them with a worried face and all (Y/N) attention turned on him “The Prototypes outside, I’m going to scare him off. If I don’t make it… run or hide away but don’t let him catch you “He looked with doubt at his parental figure before he finally gave them a quick hug while muttering “please don’t die”.
After that he ran off outside the haven to buy some time for the others. The human could only muster “I won’t…”
(Y/N) gripped tightly the USB and turned around only to find a very serious Poppy looking towards her, right next to her was Kissy Missy, still half burnt and looking at both with pitiful eyes.
“He’s here for you” Poppy accused resentfully “You’re the only one left” (Y/N) laughed slightly “Keep telling yourself that… you know he’s here for us” and then they added “More you than me if were being honest”
“Actually, its was chasing you that he managed to find us down here, wasn’t it?! Poppy looked horrified but denied the accusation vigorously “I’ve been here for years, but you bring that employee here with you following its tracks and suddenly we have 1006 at our door. What. A. coincidence”
The last words were said resentfully and gravely, ending the conversation since Poppy could only look at (Y/N) with contempt while kissy tried to calm her down.
Things settled down soon after that conversation. Poppy run towards the generator room where she bathed [Player] with praises while he just stayed there, preparing himself to find the bombs to blow up the factory.
Right when [Player] was about to head to the tunnels he turned again towards (Y/N), they were now seated down on the floor, head resting against a wall.
“You’re okay with this? Destroying this place… killing the people in here?” It was no secret he couldn’t understand the psychologist, but he thought they, more than everyone would want to life after enduring so much for so long.
Y/N, feeling like taunting their only human companion answered “And how about you? Are you willing to give away your life for these toys? Because there’s no way you’re getting out of this factory in time to survive the explosion” The truth arrived like a bucket of cold water
[Player] expression turned sour, as if he just realised that “I- “he was interrupted “Don’t answer it. I don’t want to know” And with that, the only doctor left closed again their eyes, calm and unmoved. [Player] thought that they might be affected by Sawyers death even if they didn’t admit it
Seeing there was no point on talking to them right now, [Player] continued his way down to cauldron rooms to set up the explosives he found.
It took long and, on his way, he discovered a few interesting documents that gave him a new perspective on the people he was with… When he found out what Doey did to his mother he became even more horrified by the level pain the company had caused to the children involved.
And after that he found a examination note, one signed by Sawyer:
The three consciousness are unstable. They have no harmony in between them whatsoever which causes them to lash out and hurt personal.
Thanks to Y/L/N last examination we discovered he has fragments of what their lives where even after the sessions with the counsellor Gracie Green.
Although they behave violent towards most individuals, Dr Y/L/N seems to be able to establish a conversation with the Toy for an extended period, even getting them to agree to certain terms. Similar signs were shown with other unstable experiments such as 1006, 1170 and 1222
I will keep observing their development in the early phases along with Y/L/N.
Without much impediment I managed to get on the way to the haven again but before I could approach the start of no mans land a big blue and yellow hand grabbed me.
It was Doey, who looked confused and slightly afraid. “What’s happeni-“ I was interrupted by him “The Prototype…I lost track of him in the tunnels” He looked around, still nervous “Have you seen him? Was he at the foundation? Or-“A low rumble started to vibrate through the stone walls and most of its buzzing concentrated where the Haven was.
The sound became louder, leaving me paralysed in place while Doey kept trying to make sense of it “W-what? What’s going on?... is he? - “The doe started to grab his face, terrified now “I lead him away didn’t I “he looked at me, desperate and helpless. I couldn’t even answer him, my whole body was tensed up and my breathing was uneven.
Suddenly, the Haven exploded in a mix of fire and ash. A dry but rumbling sound flooding the wall cavity. The only sound I could make through the ringing on my ears was the devastated “Oh no” the doe man exhaled.
Watching the toy disappearing through a pipe, I run towards the haven, Kissy was there, Poppy was there, Dr Y/L/N was there!
Something about losing the only other human being down here alarmed measure, even if that human was someone as guilty of this catastrophe as Y/L/N.
The more I approach the Haven through the tunnels I could hear Doey crying and shouting. It stood out his cries more than anything else, this like “Mom! Where’s Mom?!” or shouts of pain accompanied by “My friends!”
The more I approached, the more bodies of little toys I would find laying on the floor with a puddle of blood underneath them. Some of their internal organs were out, some were missing half their body or their heads. But the worst of all was how some of their little voice boxes were still working and little and wet groans could be heard from them.
I kneeled in front of a Bubba Bubafant toy that seemed to be still breathing his last breaths. With my hand I held his little blue head so he wouldn’t be on the ground.
Blinks of static sounds that sounded like choking came out while I cradled who once was a little kid. Even though it finally stopped moving, I had trouble leaving his body behind.
My hands trembled and my throat felt tight, I didn’t want to keep going with this… Sadly I came to realised that wasn’t a choice I could make.
Doey lay dead, on the ground, bigger and colder than ever. Crushed by a giant press. The three kids inside of him died trying to stabilise himself, finally the mission was found useless as the two repenting kids lay dead with their red eyes closed next to the third angry one.
[Player] felt his body numb, not only from the cold but from the last moments of his Doe friend. He spent his last moments lamenting his action, guilty for not being able to save his friends, shouting for his parent that just like Poppy and Missy, still was missing.
Doey died alone, but so did the other Toys, he had to keep going. He couldn’t stop now, either he ended the factory or the factory ended with him and he didn’t mind for either result.
Omniscient POV:
[Player] kept going, almost automatically, he didn’t wait to see if something else was hidden from under a desk, he kept going without looking back.
He finally reached a very big ventilation, one big enough to fit his body once he found out there was no other door at the room he was at.
He slides inside and ended up finding himself with Poppy, Missy and DR (Y/L/N), all of them together huddled inside the vent.
While poppy was desperately shouting to the phone Ollie used, (Y/L/N) seemed lost in though but still tightly wrapping the USB [Player] had used with Sawyer. Kissy was the only one who seemed to acknowledge him.
That didn’t last long since Poppy also did and she was angry “You! What have you done?! Do you even realised what happened” While the doll kept questioning him, he could hear very faintly from (Y/L/N) the name ‘Ollie’ repeatedly, as if they were trying to figure out something.
Poppy kept begging for ollie to respond and in that moment (Y/L/N) almost jumps up from their siting position. They open their eyes and look around frantically until their eyes find [Player] and say “Oliver! Ollie is Oliver!” as if he could understand anything. “How could I have not realised before… “
Finally, from Poppy’s phone, Ollies voice sounded again, dry and monotone “Shelf Ventilation block B6” A silence overcame into the little room “Is this where you are Poppy?”
“No, no this is bad” (Y/N) started to get stressed, their heart pumping hard and their hands grabbing the arm of kissy missy. Ollie kept talking “Stay where you are- AnD lIsTeN closely” Kissy hugged herself to the psychologist as the voice changes “You’re not going to run, you’re not going to fight… The charade is over, that goes for both of you”
[Player] approached (Y/N) trying to make a sense out of everything while poppy talked with the prototype over the phone.
Poppy finally asked the question almost everyone in that room was asking “Who are you?... Where is Ollie?” (Y/N) kept denying with their head while their jaw tensed. “I’m right here Poppy, for you I will always be there”
“Oliver. It was Oliver …” (Y/N) whispering was more for themselves than for the other, but [Player] still asked, “Who is Oliver?” His question went ignored for the next thing that happened stole their attention.
Metallic steps sounded above all of us while the prototype explained what he was going to do with us “I’m going to come up there and I’m going to find you. Your collaborator, the few you have, they will be dealt with” His voice changed to be the one of Harley Sawyer “And for you my dear dr, you have escaped for years but now you will finally be one of us, 1812”
None of them, apart from Poppy was listening to what the prototype was saying. For the first time since he met (Y/N) he saw real fear in their eyes. Their face wrinkling with worry and their chest heaving while they tried to control their breathing albeit useless.
He finally saw them react differently when poppy started to coward away towards the vent “I’m sorry- I- I can’t go back in that case again… I’m sorry” After that the doll ran off the ventilation while both Kissy and (Y/N) threw themselves towards the vent but for very different reasons.
While Kissy was worried and betrayed, (Y/N) was furious, rage hot and pure. Their good arm was inside that vent trying to reach for the doll without any results “No! Come back here you little piece of shit!” The psychologist looked dishevelled, [Player] didn’t remember them swearing.
[Player], defeated, stood near a wall while Kissys looked at him with the saddest eyes he’d seen in his life. The only sounds they heard while both their eyes filled up with tears were dr (Y/N) angry shouts and The Prototypes voice as a little beeping started “Some friend huh? don’t worry, ill find her… As for the two of you…try to land on your feet.”
The ticking sound started to become closer together and Kissy launched herself to grab player but before she could reach (Y/N) … everything exploded. The last thing player remembers seeing before falling with kissy arm was the psychologist body dropping down accompanied by a dry sound against the floor.
After that, him and part of the ceiling followed until he could only see was the arm of kissy getting dragged down with him and finally everything turned black.
The impact of the fall left [Player] disoriented, he couldn’t tell if he had been unconscious for a few minutes or for hours. He could only feel a stillness and a deaf sound all around him.
With his sight blurry and his senses still numb and clumsy he managed to sit himself on the floor. His whole body screamed in pain; he could feel his back and shoulder more exposed than before.
Once he started to feel his body again, he tried to stand up, supporting himself on the ground, but before he could really take impulse, his hands touched something wet, some thick and warm substance that once he looked at, he noticed its red colour.
[Player] could’ve thought it was his own blood, but the colour of a characteristic green hand stood out from the rubble. His heart skipped a bit.
The employee started to move away the smaller portions of the wreckage, fearing the worst. It wasn’t until he found the crushed and bloody chest of a yellow shirt, the same as his but bloodier.
There he found what was left of (Y/N). When he finally found their head, it was injured beyond measure, completely smashed by the rocks and broken by the explosion.
“No” He tried to deny the situation, tried to explain it by convincing himself he was hallucinating.” (Y/L/N)!” He shook them trying to get a reaction. He could see their eyes, still open but one of them was drowned in blood.
A small clicking sound accompanied by a little gushing of blood from the psychologist mouth grounded [Player] back to reality. Choaking sounds were the only thing that came out from the human’s mouth while they used the little strength, they had left to guide their trembling hand towards [Player].
The employee took their hand, closed in a fist thinking (Y/N) wanted some comfort before their impendent death. “Don’t worry, I’m here” He tried to console them, getting their faces closer so he could try to understand what the psychologist wanted to say.
“The USB… the-*cough*… Harley.” (Y/N) started muttering things that didn’t make any sense to [Player], maybe some names, Sawyers name most of all. Thinking they were hallucinating he just stood there while (Y/N) chocked on their blood until one clear phrase stood among all others.
[Player] felt something hard but small fall into the hands he had around (Y/N) fist. It was the USB they’ve given him before ending Sawyer. With that, his companion uttered their last words before finally succumbing to their injuries “T-ake. It… find. The b-ac.. back up”. With that, everything turned into silence.
The employee took the USB and looked at it, doubtful but still not with enough will to go back on (Y/N)s last wish. He passed his hands through his face, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continue walking through the next hell he had to endure, the labs.
As (Y/N) lay alone in the middle of the wreckage, the sound of a metallic and massive clicking sounded near them once [Player] had already started running from Huggy. The psychologist hadn’t noticed the blue toy appearing, but they had noticed the looming shadow that was upon them.
A metallic hand, a giant claw that they knew to well. The prototype. Ollie. Oliver.
They had already given up on escaping the beast and was just hoping to die so they will be of no use to 1006, but the experiment had other plans for (Y/N)
“Have you had enough? 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤?” It was Ollies voice, followed by the deep modulated one. Even if (Y/N) wanted it, they weren’t physically able to talk, they’ve done everything they could to avoid 1006 and it had been useless.
The Prototype brushed off the heavy rocks that covered (Y/N)’s legs revealing them to be broken, some bones being visible and blood gushing out. This caused groans of pain to exit the doctor’s mouth like a cascade.
Their body was lifted from the ground with one single hand of the prototype. Their body a broken ragdoll “Its time we stop playing, 1812… yₒᵤ ₛₜₐᵣₜₑd ₜₕᵢₛ gₐₘₑ. ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ?... 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵” The prototype disappeared through the various hallways with the psychologist body leaving a tray of blood behind them.
Ok guys, I hope you enjoyed this... I really would like to know what do you think of The Reader and of The player since im giving him some characterisation.
Its so hard to write dialogs for me, i have to really soak into the way they talk and so on so forth.
We will continue with Harley and readers relationship the next chapter. I really needed one to set up the atmosphere and to put some more deph in my characters.
Studying is hard but I will try to satisfy all of the Drafts I have and the requests I recieved. Sorry for taking so long, college is draining me. Luckily im feeling creative.Kisses <3<3
I read one of your fics and I must say your writing is good. But when I read your AU WHAT IF: What if Leith met Y/Ns kid with Sawyer? I don't know why but it reminded me of this video: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNRar9Dst/ and I thought this would be how Y/N would intrudece their kid to their coworkers.
(I know that you wrote that like in the 2025. Please ignore this if you don't like it. And I was nervous writing this)
JAJAJAJAJAJA OMG THIS IS GREAT!!! I love Dr House so much and this is so real.
Chase is definitely Leith, that reaction is so on point.
I’ve just seen Poppy playtime chapter 5 and it was like fuel. I have so many good ideas for the next chapter of the fanfic of Harley Sawyer x psychologist reader and of course, I plan to add the prototype more. I would love to receive any ideas you guys may have.
I’ll be making some drawings as well, have a nice week and I hope you can read me soon.
The dizziness you felt was something new. After years of malnutrition and constant sensation of faint I could differentiate when it was because of my own body turning against me or because of something else.
There was a faint odor of chemicals and antiseptic that I've come to know too well. The metallic examination table was cold and hard, I still didn't feel completely awake, my eyes semi closed, blinded by the white decadent light above. Somehow I knew I wasn't alone and I confirmed my suspicions when I could, hardly, make out a silhouette I haven't seen in years.
“Wake up” The robotic voice was a clear order. My eyes opened a bit more and on the corner of the small room was The Doctor, observing, waiting for my awakening.”As expected, your resilience is worthy of investigation” He approached me “I worried the dosage was too strong, after all I cant let you get hurt… not yet”
I let out a weak laugh “You overestimate me” His screen flickered lightly while the sound of static sounded in the background. “Overestimate? No. You're too stubborn to be erased. I'm just being practical”
“Flattery will get you nowhere” I mocked quietly leaving him momentarily silent
We stayed in silence, looking at each other without uttering a word. I was the first to take my eyes away from him.
I tried to focus on the room, the dizziness was still there, accompanied by a sting in my breathing product of the chemical Harley used on me.
I tried to move but my limbs felt like metal, heavy and slow. When I tried to move my body I noticed that I wasn't feeling a certain weight on my arm. Only a lightness I knew too well.
My sight hadn't always been the best but I could recognise a green and metal colored arm on the side of the room
Trying to look at my prosthetic arm I realised I didn't have it on me anymore. Only the stump.
Pain reaped through my elbow and remaining flesh as my body spasm at the sudden pain. I had grown used to the pressure the prosthetic arm provided, usually I would tighten it up more than needed only to drown the pain in the phantom limb.
Before I could continue reevaluating my situation Sawyer's screen flickered and for a moment I was able to see Player before I watched his constantly annoyed eye again “That employee of yours… he expects to free this place with a noble if not futile ambition."
Relaxing my body but still deciding to keep my mind awake I answered with a snort “Hell beat you” I said plainly, maybe too overconfident but what else could I hope for
“Perhaps” His voice didn't sound mocking this time “Statistically is a possible outcome but that changes nothing for you” His tone was severe as his screen got impossibly close to my face to the point I could see my reflection in the dark parts of it.
I looked pale,paler than I've ever been, hair messy and matted since I only could wash it with water. “You are here. Finally, After fifteen years of hiding in the shadows with your… menagerie” his metallic hand stroked my jaw and cheek until he continued “Even if I am defeated 1006 is still out there and you are its first objective… What do you think would happen once he catches you?. Maybe he'll make you part of him, tearing up the remaining of your limbs as his own trophy” Harley chuckled slightly. That deep laugh he always had “If he kept you alive he will do the same to me until I outlive my usefulness… he's not one to waste resources”. Harley knew I was right, his usefullness had been the only reason 1006 hadn´t kill him yet
I grabbed with my remaining arm his screen from the back forcing him to make eye contact with me, the light of the screen burning my eyes “But unlike you Im not willing to become useful on purpose to my own creation.. I don't submit to him waiting for his mercy to keep me alive. I thought better of you Harley… I really did” the last part was said in a lower tone followed up by a whisper “I never thought of you as his submissive little toy”.
Harleys metallic crawls scratch deep on my skin leaving three bleeding wounds. Not very deep nor very serious “And look where it got you!!” The voice spiked, filled with a sudden, raw static that made me flinch. “A crippled rat in a hole, playing with broken toys, while I reshaped myself into the nervous system of this compound!”
His voice was getting louder, angrier but he still managed to maintain neutral “You are flesh and i am machine,your humanity is a liability” The doctor tied my good arm tighter once he realised i had gotten free.
“It's why you left me. It's why you cower in that hole with 1322 and that- insufferable doll. You're weak. But I can fix that. We can finish our work. Together." He reached out, his metal fingers hovering near her cheek, a twisted excuss of a caress.
“I'd rather die than lowering myself into those creatures” The confession the psychologist made was full of contempt revealing the disdain they always felt for the toys in the first place, seeing them as nothing more than an interesting experiment to perform.
Harley laughed again, satisfied as if he finally got out of you what he wanted. "Oh, you won't," he chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Not until I say so. You see, while you were taking a nap, our little ex-employee was taking some of my tests. He's quite determined. And I have such wonderful toys experiments waiting for him…. even if he survives them all he wont last to go back to the haven"
Slightly stabbing my ribs with his claws he continued “ And you, my dear, are going to watch. You're going to learn once and for all what happens to those who defy me. Those who try to take what's mine."
A snarl curved its way on to my face “You´ve lost your mind, you are no different from our experiments, you're just as uncontrolled as them… It doesn't matter how much you want to convince yourself, you're no longer in control” I had to admit the strong grasp Harley had on me was starting to hurt. “Youre just another on The Prototypes playthings" Harley turned around, finally realising me
I'm a visionary," he corrected without turning very irritably. "And you're going to be my associate again, whether you like it or not. You will stay here. You will watch. And when the employee is gone, you will finally understand that there is no escape from me. There is only me." His words were severe but I was sure he meant them
I had no answer to his final speech, but that moment of silence gave me clarity. Surely Harley would be distracted by our conversation, he wouldn't be so focused on Player therefore if i could distract him even a little bit, Player had more chances of successfully achieving the mission i gave him
With the strenght I had left I confronted him “Hes going to shut you down, whether you want to admit it or not. No other bigger body was a challenge to him… What makes you think you're different? After all he has exceeded every other test you put him through” His screen flickered again with what i could only interpret as fury and frustration due to me not backing down
Sawyer stayed silent until a very grave and controlled voice sounded loud in his speakers“Then the prototype will have me, just like the other bigger bodies… my consciousness will fuse with his and then hell get you, the outcome doesn't change my dear germ”
Meanwhile the player fought on, tooth and nail, running as if his life depended on it… It was actually his body running on adrenaline and sheer will to live. Desperate, wanting to believe the Y/Ns plan would work.
Escaping from the hive mind bodies harley controlled, he reached the main control room, a cold space dominated by a central terminal, surrounded by TV screens.
He found the USB port nestled behind a panel on the terminal , exactly as Y/N described. With trembling, bloody fingers, he slotted the USB in. A progress bar appeared on the screen: DATA TRANSFER INITIATED... 1%... 2%.... He had no idea what it did, but he trusted them.
As the bodies closed in on him, moment by moment he started retreating from the terminal to avoid being cornered to death and just before one of the Doctors reached him with his evil claws, everything turned dark in the room…
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The moment Harvey's screen started flickering and glitching was the moment he felt panic for the first time in ages… He tried to maintain the facade but his robotic body twitched and convulsed against his will.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, to be honest I didn't have much hope for the employee… Surely he could statistically defeat the doctor but the statistic wasn't in his favour and despite that, he managed to achieve it. I could finally understand to some degree why Poppy had decided to keep him in this hell-hole.
“The USB” I breathed, Harley somehow heard my whisper and turned to me while still being consumed by violent tremors and horrible glitches in his voice "w̵̨̲͑̅ḩ̵̫̣̂̆̾ǎ̸̘̙̬̆̀̋̾͘ţ̸̛̮͋͒̃͘̚?” I came back to reality and instinctively answered “Nothing-” He interrupted me, raging this time “W̸͕̳̳̝̅̋ͅH̵̲̻͚͙̾͒̔A̶̻͔̅̅͘͠T̶̗̼̖͉̥͇͂́̒ ̶̖̞̱̇Ư̷̘̺̞̘͓̅̃̌̕͘͜Ś̴̡̘̄͛̿B̵̹͕̬̝͒̇̿́̀͘͜?!”
Considering I had nothing to lose and wanting to get back to him for all of his incessant speeches I decided to confess “A germ of my own… Lets say your own little test” Slowly a smile creeped across my face.
Sawyers control was thinning and I could tell due to the light flickering above us and his convulsing body crawling towards me. In his screen a code had started to write itself, as it should. All of the data was being transferred and there was no turning back now.
His voice turned desperate, getting closer to me with his massive form. He had started to tear apart his pile of lab coats in a desperate attempt to control himself “₩Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ₮Ⱨł₴? ₩Ⱨ₳₮ Ⱨ₳VɆ ɎØɄ ĐØ₦Ɇ?!” Now his voice sounded incomplete, wrong as if the speakers he had attached to himself weren't working right.
Sawyer grabbed my leg forcefully and topped me while destroying the already decadent examination table “My work. I'm going to survive you and that- insolent experiment you work for” I answered while looking him dead in the eye. While he was supporting himself, I was using my only good hand to try and untie the knot he had made on my wrist.
“ɎØɄ… ɎØɄ ₱Ⱡ₳₦₦ɆĐ ₮Ⱨł₴… ɎØɄ Ʉ₴ɆĐ ₥Ɇe…” Those were the last words The Doctor said before collapsing on me.His heavy body falling without a warning crushed me. Luckily, I was able to make it fall onto the side with a shake of my body while I finally managed to untie the god.forsaken knot that had me tied to the exam table.
[The player] felt a wave of electricity running through the whole room before he was thrown back onto the center of the room due to the expansion wave. And suddenly, the lights were back on. All of the other subconscious bodies of Sawyer kept the position they had before everything turned black.
He felt his body heavy, heavier than with any other bigger body. He didn't stand up, not yet. He stayed there, laying on the floor, reflecting about everything that had happened. He was tired, he was angry, he was frustrated but most of all… he felt sick.
Sick of the experiments, sick of surviving, sick of being Poppys angel and sick of this twisted factory that had fucked up his life from the moment he step a foot inside.
Strangely, he didn't feel relieved that he had ended Sawyer, all of those toys- no, those kids, there was no going back for them and those who still had hope were being massacred by the minute. He was collaborating with one of the main perpetrators of the experiments, Dr Y/L/N, the reason some of those kids were fully conscious through their tortures…
[The player] didn't want to think about the prototype or Doey´s suggestion of not blowing everything off. Deep down he knew he wanted to do it. He wanted to blow off that factory with him inside. To put an end to everything.
He heard footsteps approaching, quick, hurried. He saw above the few stairs that conformed the entrance of the terminal room the only other human in this entire factory. He could see they didn't have their arm, they had it grasp by the arm, probably unable to put it on by themselves…
[The player] waited until Dr Y/L/N approached him and finally he turned his body to face them. “The USB worked…” It was more of a statement than a question "He's gone right?” Y/N didn't answer him, they put their arm in the small space between their armpit and their remaining arm and offered their good arm to him.
“It's almost comforting…” The player turned towards Y/N not understanding them completely “The silence… It hasn't been this silent for years…” [The player] could only nod in agreement and he supported himself with the psychologist. “You need help with your arm?” “Yeah”
Once the Omnihand was retrieved and both Y/N and [The player] were sure of not leaving anything of value back there, they returned to the Haven. [The player] had given Y/N the mysterious USB and they had put it away in their trousers. The psychologist tried to make a joke or two on their journey back, trying to relax themselves and [The player] but the employee seemed too lost in his mind to answer.
They were sure the employee had no idea about the real function of the USB but just in case, they kept an eye on him throughout their trip back.
Doey was the first one to receive them. He jumped to hug his parental figure first, raising Y/N in his arms, relieved they had come back. After Y/N reassured the three consciousness that they were fine, Doey finally went to talk to [The player] in the generator room.
Across the room, standing alone and with a serious expression was Poppy, looking directly at Y/N, the human nodded and Poppy went to a separate room with Y/N following them.
Y/N sat on the floor to talk to Poppy in a low voice “I believe we have to talk” The doll didn't waste one moment and asked the human sat beside her “So? Do you have him or not?” She seemed impatient, commanding, almost terrified that the answer was negative.
“I have him, the system is down” She sigh in relieve, grasping her little chest “The Prototype cannot collect him, he might have the raw body but he will never get the control of the factory until he has this” Y/N raised the USB with Sawyers system and consciousness in it.
”He cannot make more toys without Sawyer… Thank goodness we have him now..” The doll whispered, still unable to believe the psychologist's plan had worked.
Y/N frowned slightly “We?” The doll, breaking out of her own mind, looked at the person next to her and answered “Yes. We. We've sacrificed the chance that he could truly destroy Sawyer for your plan” She argued, not understanding the attitude of Y/L/N
Y/N changed subject “Don't talk to me as if it was unreasonable. Harley had access to the whole factory, every system, every database, every camera… Would you really leave it to luck? Would you really risk our chance at fighting back?” Poppy didn't even have to think about it.
Her eyes, resentful at the person in front of her, she had seen what The Prototype was like and if she needed to ally herself with the likes of Y/N she would do it without a second thought. "No, not after what he did during the hour of joy... You deserved it" She spit resentfully, refering to the scientist " But the children didn´t, I didnt... he has to go" Poppy finalised her statement. Y/N agreed
When the doll saw that Y/N was standing back, heading back to the main area, she talked to her again “ Don't expect me to forgive you, don't expect any of us to do so but I will do what is necessary to survive this, even if it means working with you. I assume you'll do the same” Y/N nodded.
Poppy made one last question, still uneasy though she didn't know why “What will you do with him now?” The psychologist looked at her with disinterest and then at the USB in their hand, playing with it, debating with themselves the answer “That doesn't concern you. He's mine to deal with” They closed their fist and turned away
Poppy watched as Y/N went back to the light that sprung from the haven and felt as if she had made a mistake by allying herself with them
So... What do you guys think of Y/N? What do you think they will do now?
Its been specifally difficult to write this chapter... I spent a lot of time rewatching gameplays and playing Poppy playtime chapter 4 myself to characterise correctly every single character. In this chapter I wanted to show the resentment Y/N and Harley have for each other as well as their deeply rooted obsesion for each otherl.
Furthermore I wanted to give some insights on how Player must be feeling...I see hes often ignored in fanfics and hes literally going through hell and back because of a single letter.
Im trying to give the first glances at Y/Ns consecuences for their active participation in the experiments because even though they are my protagonist they still need to be held accountable.
Thanks for being so patient and I would love to know what you think of this chapter.
(The 15 year timeskip of the 5th episode while I try to make a worthy 6 episode)
After the 15 years Y/N is older than before, add that to the fact that they are severely malnourished and have several injuries that are poorly treated.
Harley doesn’t have the disadvantage of an aging body restricting him but instead of that he had more problems controlling the places in which the electrical systems have been damaged.
Since he's a supercomputer and he relies on several servers to collect data, he can go into overheat whenver a lot of the electrical systems are activated.
Y/N knows this and has ventured out of the haven only to put him in overheat mode. When that happends his cameras dont work for a while so Y/N uses that to move freely around the most vigilated areas of the factory.
Y/N hasn't changed their mind about their experiemnts. The only reason they are helping is becase that the best way for them to survive and because she knows that Poppy can put the remainder of the factory against them.
Another reason why the psycologist doesn't often exit the haven if because being human, there way more vulnerable than the toys so they basucally stay in the haven either helping with injuries or helping with traumatic encounters.
Since Harvey kidnapped Y/N for the first time, he keeps little smile creatures trapped in case he managed to snatched Y/N again. Because hes aware that those toys are the only food thwy have left.
Sometimes Y/N overheats the systems of a certain area only to be able to look at the cameras in the walls (knowing harley is watching) without worrying about him doing something about it.
Will never admit it but the doctor has thought about turning Y/N into a toy or something similar to him because he knows, realistically, one day that might not be to far Y/N will run out of food to eat or surrender to their creations.
Harley can still operate patients. He has developed his vessels to a point that they have the same precision he had before.
Poppy and Y/N do not get along for various reasons, one of them being fearing that the other will poison the toys against them.
Poppy also doesnt trust Y/N because shes aware that Y/N participated in the experiments and used empathy as a way of making the victims more cooperative.
When a conversation doesn’t go Y/Ns way, they simply change the subject trying to redirect the conversation elsewhere.
Harley ignores people as if the didnt exist if they suggest or say something he doesnt care about.
Ultimately, the psycologist wants to get out of the factory but most of the experiemnts have figured that out and wont let them go. Thats their own personal hell they should suffer for helping with the experiments.
The Prototype knows about this and is the main isntigator of the other experiments turning as hostile as possible towards Y/N. That way they will only have two options: give up or surrender to him for survival.
Since cannonically Playtime Co is still on active, Prototype wants to dismantle the secrets the executives tried to bury in the factory to destroy the company. I believe he uses the doctor because he is the one who had full control on the factory but 1006 needs Y/N because of their bond with the other toys ( I will explore this more in chap 6).
Will Doey realise Y/N isn't a good person and most of their empathy is a means to an end?
But Y/N isnt emotionless. With most experiments the bond is false, a tool to control the narrative their way... But Y/N is capable of real empathy (though is severly tied to their vision of usefullness).
They feel empathy for Player and try to be as understanding and patient with them as they can. After all they are the only 2 humans left on the factory.
Also it was kind of shocking seeing another human being after 15 years. Y/N felt something close to hope and hapiness when they realised they werent the only human down there.
They also have a weird sense of respect because even though they don't really like Poppy or the Prototype, Y/N respects them both as highly dangerous individuals and intelligent minds that could take control of the factory.
Y/N has come to feel real affection for Doey after years of surviving together. I like to think of them as some sort of anchor for each other. Of course Y/N also feels affection for Harvey, but the fact that to be with him they need to surrender to 1006 is the main reason Y/N wont act upon those feelings.
I like to believe these two are having the yearning of their lives. The doctor wont ever admit it or let it show but when there isnt much moment on the factory, he replays over and over again the video footage he has of Y/N or the voice recordings that register in his system when they talk.
Meanwhile, Y/N hangs on Harleys lab coat whenever they think about him.
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When Mommy Long Legs toom their arm off, the whole journey back to the safe haven was long and painful. At firts Y/N didnt even register the pain, they felt dissy and they wanted to vomit.
When they finally got to the haven, their vision had started fading and the psycologist coudl see black at the corner of their eyes.
Certain voices coud be heard at the background, Y/N could barely recognised the blur that was Doeys worried and devastated face. The only thing they could feel was the tight grasp they had on Harleys lab coat, the same one that was coated in their blood.
They held it like a lifeline until they lsot consciousness. The following days, the injury got infected and the paint started to feel like actual hell. Still the only thing that could be done was that Doey had to held Y/N down so they wouldn't worsened the wound.
Doey could hear his parent figure mumbling nonsense when they drifted in and out if consciousness and something he could make out clearly was a word that repeated itself in Y/Ns tonge
"Harley...Harley..."
Once it was all over and the stump that was left of their arm no longer hurt to the point of unconsciousness, they couldn't help but wonder how would Harley react. Did he know you were alive even?
And the thing is that he didn't. He saw everything and even though he tried to help as much as he could, Mommy Long Legs was relentless. The moment he saw her biting down your arm he almost shut down.
After your retreat he became paranoid, more violent and less patient with other toys... The prototype tried to attack once again, trying to take advantage of your vulnerable state but he didnt managed to stract you from the haven as intended.
Harley made it even more difficult to the toys of the haven to gather more resources until he realised that part of those resources would go to you. In that moment he would probably leave the little medical equipment left acccesable to the toys, hoping they would have the sense to use it on you.
And they did, several months after you could be awake for more than 4 hours, you started to adapt to the wound, first on the haven and later on the safe places (safe meaning out of reach for Harvey).
It wasn't until Doey congratulated you on getting part of a grap-pack that you had the idea to implement the hand to your own body.
It took weeks, only designing how to do it and even more time gathering the materias and going through the process.
But finally a year after after the injury you had a new arm, one that let you move around the factory more efficiently. That's when Harley saw you again.
He couldn't control himself when through the speakers of the factory it sounded " Its you... you are back". He had this incredulous tone you were sure he had never used before. You look at the camera and titled your lips upward trying to form a smile " Hello Harley...". You both stood there looking at each other until you went back to the places he couldn't reach...
It didnt matter you couldn't go to him this time, there would be other opportunities, they would. You were alive and that already was enough of a feat. The germ had somehow survived and for the first time in years he could feel pure unadulterated happiness flowing through his wires
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GUUUYS Im back with this series. Sorry for making you wait, I want to give a good chapter 6 and i had to reread my whole fanfic and part of the Poppy playtime lore so things would make sense.
Ive also been replaying the game (the little times I can play) and found interesting things
The image on the left is a light and some moths, there fore there are certain insects in the factory such as this ones (the quality is horrible but I have nothing better).
The image on the left is a source of water. Some sort of waterfall that's inside the factories complex tunnels. There fore I think Y/N would get very dirty water from these caves and may have eaten a few bugs when food was low.
De nuevo perdón por la espera 😔 aprecio mucho el amor que le dais a mi escritura. Espero que tambien disfrutéis de esta y de las que vendrán en el futuro. Muchos besitos y si hay alguien como yo en exámenes mucha fuerza 💪
Warning: (This jervis has not commited incest with his sister because I say so)
Summary: Y/N, a periodist who sells information to Barbara and one of her closest friends gets invited to her club one night because Barbara wants her to meet certain hypnotist.
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You've been friends with Barbara kean for a few years now. You met her when she was still in a relationship with Gordon and since he was always so busy with work she had time to hang out with you anytime. That helped you both develop your friendship, you provided your undivided attention to her and she often rewarded you with juicy gossip.
Even after everything that happened involving the murder of her parents and whatever she had with galavan, your friendship didn't end.
When she took over the Sirens, her new and trendy club, you were always ready to help her with anything she needed, any favour...
If you and Barbara had something in common was your love for good gossip so when she needed certain information you would gladly obtain it for her as long as she gave you free drinks for life in her club.
You always were seen as someone completely normal, your personality was bright and it really made you stand out but your looks? They were very ordinary, you could easily blend in in a crowd.
That was your biggest weapon, you went unnoticed almost everywhere. Most people didn't even look at you twice so thanks to that you were starting to rise as one of the best information dealers of gotham.
You would spend your time having a routine to mask your extracurricular activities and when no one would suspect you, you would go out and basically stalk whoever was your next target.
Tabitha and Barbara really valued you as their ally, and they knew how bored you felt so whenever they had some good show prepared for their clients, they would invite you.
Lately you hadn't been showing up, which was strange because you loved the free drinks; so Barbara came up with a plan.
She had just hired a man named Jervis Tetch, an hypnotist, a little novelty after months of musicians... she knew you would like it, plus she had been trying very hard to get you on blind dates lately so when she saw her chance, she took it.
Your friend messaged you one afternoon something ambiguous but urgent 'come to the club, doll yourself up'. Having nothing better else to do that day you decided to comply with whatever strange plan she had in mind.
Tabitha was still there, if things went out of hand she could still talk some sense into Barb.
You entered her club wearing a blue nightgown, a sparkly gown that hugged your body just right.
Looking around, people seemed to be waiting for the show of the night and the only sounds on the building where hushed conversations and the click of the heels
Though you were absolutely breathtaking, your face had a frown in it and the moment Barbara saw it her face fell from an awed expression to a scolding one.
Impatient were the first words you gave her "Barb, babe, I have a shit ton of files to store, what's so important that you desperately need me" She lightly tapped your forehead "And your files will still be there after tonight. You haven't been coming to your usual visits here, Tabi is starting to miss you" The blond woman nudged your shoulder.
As if on cue, Tabitha appeared next to Barbara "She's exaggerating, she just wants to show you something tonight" Rolling her eyes Barbara responded quickly "More like someone" The suggestiveness in her tone was evident.
You pinched the bridge of your nose "You brought me here because you want to set me up on a date? Come on, you know I'm tired of boring people." Your friend only laughed "I have a feeling you will find this one engaging. He's the hypnotist we have here tonight, give it a chance, you'll enjoy the show"
Barbara's gaze seemed to go to someone who was entering the club and her smile quickly spread "Wait here" After that, you asked for your first drink of the night, Tabitha did the same and both of you started a conversation on how was the business going and joking about if it was worth it to give you free drinks considering your drinking habits.
Immediately after laughing with the dark haired woman, Barbara arrived accompanied by a very attractive man. He was well dressed with beautiful long hair that ended on his shoulder with soft curls, a nice mustache and deep dark eyes.
Barbara introduced the man to me "Y/N darling, this is Jervis Tetch, the incredible hypnotist" She made a gesture with her hands to accompany the presentation.
"Very nice to meet you Ms Y/N; Ms Kean hadn't told me that such a beautiful guest would be here tonight" Tetch said this while extending his hand to Y/N
Y/N took it while raising an eyebrow "So an hypnotist? Very interesting..." Jervis looked at you with a sudden interest glowing in his eyes "Don't you like hypnotism, Ms Y/N?" You chuckled lightly while taking a sip of your drink.
"Honestly I never believed in that, I think it's for feeble minded people… but hey, maybe you can prove me wrong" The mocking tone didn't annoy the man, instead his smile became wider "Ah! A skeptic... well Ms Y/N I'm eager to prove you wrong" His gaze remained fixed on you for a few seconds more and he finally mumbled "I hope you enjoy the show"
He went to the backstage to prepare himself all while your friends made some comments on your skepticism.
It surprised you that Tabitha didn't immediately agree with you, you never took her for someone who believed in that kind of stuff but seeing her so sure of that man made you give it a chance.
The lights went off, only the stage was illuminated and in the center of it there was Jervis Tetch, the man of the night, as Barbara put it.
He started presenting himself as he had done the previous nights and asked for a few volunteers, some people were eager to participate and Jervis would gladly pull them onto the stage and make his little show.
After a few rounds of asking for volunteers, he decided that he wanted to show something more to the public than those cheap laughs born at the expense of the hypnotized people.
"For the next act I want to offer a demonstration of my ability to those who doubt" His gaze held yours for a few moments before he turned to the rest of the public. "I need one last volunteer, one with a strong mind that wants the definitive proof that this is not a cheap charade." While he pretended he was looking at random volunteers, his eyes were obviously going back to yours every few seconds.
Before you could do nothing, you felt a little push behind you making you lose balance and stumble a few steps forward. You looked behind and saw Tabitha and Barbara smiling at you, your blond friend raised her glass while Tabitha gave you a look that screamed 'go along with it or she won't stop'.
Jervis, seeing his opportunity, quickly announced "We have a volunteer!! Come on the stage dear, let us see who's brave mind will be tested." After another quick and half angry glare at your friends you started going towards the stage while mouthing to Barbara "I'm going to kill you "
Of course you weren't serious, Barbara knew your temper and she only laughed with Tabitha about your inconvenience.
Jervis extended his hand to you to help you get onto the stage, he kept your hands together until he positioned both of you in the center of the show.
"Well dear, tell us" He signaled to the public "Do you think your mind will be strong enough to resist the temptation of your deepest desire?" You were looking deep into his eyes and found a matching curiosity.
You arranged your hair, not completely used to the attention on you "I believe the mind is stronger than any whim" Jervis laughed, loudly this time "Well my dear let's see how strong are your whims"
He proceeded with his usual talk "Do you listen the watch ?" You nodded, going along with his instructions "Now look into my eyes" You were already starting to feel a slight tingle in your head "No around them not above them, deep into the center." Suddenly you felt a small shudder of your body, as if you were physically being kicked out of your own consciousness.
His eyes held yours tightly, almost desperate. Jervis was confused at first, your mind had offered a resistance he hadn't faced before.
Finally your tightly closed knuckles gave in and relaxed and that was Jervis' sign that you were under his spell.
"You are calm, very calm... you're looking toward the man you desire, the man you love" The smugness in his face was very well hidden under his calm almost silky voice "Do you love me?" The whole club stayed silent waiting to see if the hypnosis did its trick.
Jervis felt your hands lay on his shoulders, they went down onto his chest where you wrapped his waistcoat and said "Very much" Your lips immediately found his in a passionate kiss.
Everyone at the Sirens started whistling and shouting as an encouragement, Barbara laughed lightly, very entertained by this outcome.
The hypnotist had initially planned to give you a short kiss but your lips were so awfully enchanting and he felt as if he was in the clouds. For a moment he let himself enjoy the wonderful feeling you were providing until he remembered he was in the middle of a show.
With all of the strength he could muster he broke the kiss, surprised that he didn't notice your tongue inside his mouth. Everyone around you clapped satisfied with the show but before he could formally close for the night you grabbed him closer and murmured against his lips.
"See? For the feeble minded..."
He stood frozen against you, looking at you with a surprise he couldn't even explain himself. Were you aware the whole time? The hypnosis should've worked... Oh how badly he wanted to kiss you again...
Before he could say anything you intervened "I admit it Mr Tetch, you've surprised me beyond measure I sure have no doubts of your ability now" Your smile betrayed you, he knew you weren't hypnotized and both of you knew that your mindset hadn't changed one bit.
Tabitha got closer to the stage to help you get down and once back beside the bar, with a drink in the hands of Barbara waiting for you.
As always, you were the last to exit the establishment, instead you decided to go up to the rooftop to finish your drink.
A few seconds of watching over the amazing yet depressing view of the city, Tetch decided to finally make his presence known.
He approached with a court nod and positioned himself right next to you.
"Ms Y/N I have to admit you really... astonished me tonight" Y/N didnt even look his way before answering "You did as well" Doubt was written all over Jervis face "When I said it think hypnosis is for the feeble minded I didn't mean that I don't believe in your ability... I just pointed out how some people might offer more resistance than others"
"How?" He asked, low, fascinated "I could ask you the same..." Both of you fell into silence once more.
Until he took out his watch again "Will you be willing to try again, dear?" You shrugged and he started again " Look into my eyes-"
Jervis let out a little squeak when you interrupted him by kissing him again, this time deeper, and grabbing him against the wall of the rooftop, cornering him.
Eventually he relaxes onto the kiss with a shaky breath and took you but the waist. Whenever your lips separated from his to breath, he would follow you as if you were his source of oxygen.
Your tongues now intertwined with each other like a slow dance. Jervis would sometimes let out some high pitched groans.
Tetch had never felt this way, something so sudden, so intense. He felt so out of control but so good at the same time.
Before he could realise it, you had pulled away without any intent to fuse your lips again. You looked at him as he wanted, deep into his eyes and said in a firm but soft tone "Don't try to hypnotist me again, if you want a kiss just ask for it" He tried once more to taste your lips but you let go of his waistcoat and walked away.
He stood there, flustered and with his cheeks burning hot, his breath ragged from the make out session. He watched you go, your high heels clicking against the concrete floor and your firm pace never leaving a place of doubt in your way.
Jervis licked his lips, lasting the last remnants of your lipstick and hoped very deeply that after finding his sister he might have a chance to kiss you again.
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Heyyyyyy happy holidays darlings, I hope that the little people that read my gotham related fics are liking them, I'm working on a edward x reader x oswald type of one shot.
And for the lovely person who said that they missed my writting I hope you know you're the reason I'm having a creativity burst 😘😘
I would love if anyone could request something so I can practice writting togam characters, im still figuring out how to characterize them properly.
Summary: Your Edwards best friend and even though you don't get along with Kristen, you still call Ed out for how hes behaving with her. After Kristen overhears you confronting Ed to defend her something new blooms....
Tw:(Kristen x reader x Ed; tragic yuri?; Kristen i would've treated you right 😭; kristen dies; Ed/Riddler is kinda yandere for reader. Slight enemies to friends to lovers with Kristen and reader.)
This is a long one so get confortable
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You and Edward had been friends for years now. You met him while working as an intelligence analyst and you clicked almost instantly.
He loved riddles, almost in an obsessive manner and you were always happy to answer them, and he was always happy to hear you talking about the gossip around you that you always seem to know.
Your friendship was loyal and firm . But there was one problem... Ed was 'protective' of his only friend. He demanded a lot of attention from you, it wasn't strange that if Edward entered a room you would go immediately to him and him to you.
Other friends you had at the precinct, such as Jim Gordon or Essen, often highlighted how weird it felt for them how much time you spent together but you didn't really pay much attention and they let you be since you were happy.
Although you both loved your jobs, Edward had a few problems with the coworkers. He wasn't the most liked guy in the office, often seen as a weirdo or just bothersome. It wasn't strange for him to get laughed at by the police officers working there.
He mostly stayed quiet, though you could see the rage and contempt in his eyes. When he lacked the confidence to talk, you did it for him. You've always been outspoken, unafraid… You've had some conflicts with officer flash and later with officer Dougherty. Another thing those men had in common, apart from hating your guts, was that they both dated Kristen Kringle…
Your opinions on her were at first neutral but ever since you saw how she turned a blind eye to what her circle of friends would do to Edward you started to really dislike her. Not only that but you also didn't like how she let her friends humiliated whenever he expressed feelings for her. And being honest, a little part of you was bitter about it. You certainly had feelings for Ed but he didn't seem to notice even after everything you did for him…
You helped him with his bullies in every way possible, even making you an accomplice to his crime… After a pretty nasty fight you had with Officer Dougherty, you ended up in the med bay, those were the natural consequences of fighting someone twice your height… That day Edwards' gaze seemed different. He was the first to go visit you. He looked guilty that your friendship with him had dragged you to being injured. You tried cheering him up saying you had worse but the look he gave you before he went out was something you couldn't really place… A mixture of angry and determined.
That same night, when you were already half asleep you heard some incessant knocking on your door. Living in Gotham you knew better than to go unarmed so you took the small gun you had and hid it in your sleeve. Thankfully it was Edward, or at least a very afraid and stressed version of himself.
That night he confessed to me that he had just killed Tom Dougherty. My reaction was different from what he had expected, I stayed silent, looking him dead in the eye and after he took me by the shoulder and I heard my name from his lips in a shaky voice, I finally reacted.
My work was based in collecting and analyzing criminal patterns, I knew what to do and what to avoid. As if I just had an epiphany, I started asking him about where the body was, if he had the weapon with him…
That night, the both of us drove outside Gotham to a forest and buried Tom's body deep in the ground in a very humid area. We returned to Gotham at dawn. Ed didn't talk, I didn't talk.
He felt relieved, relieved he had someone to turn to, relieved you were able to solve this, relieved you still stuck around him even after what he did. Even though you never mentioned it again, acting as if it didn't happen, he would've given everything to know what went through your mind those hours you were both in the forest and you turned his sloppy crime into an unprovable murder.
After the murder of Tom Dougherty Ed and I made a false letter signing it as if Tom had written it in which he wrote that he had fled from the city. Kristen, his girlfriend at the time, was understandably upset. On the contrary, Ed seemed happy with how everything turned out and started a more direct approach to Kristen.
But Tom's death didn't change Kristen's opinion on Ed. I always saw how Kristen would hang out with people that hurt and mocked Ed daily and her ignorance on the matter enabled the very environment that crushed him daily.
But I also saw the way Ed watched her. The way he’d construct elaborate, creepy “gifts” or memorize her work schedule. He was orbiting her like a lost, clumsy moon, and his trajectory was veering into disaster.
Kristen was obviously uncomfortable with Nygma's advances and truth be told, he wasn't being exactly normal about it. I noticed how he was acting and I didn't like it one bit.
Even though I’ve never liked Kringles, I also couldn't stand watching Ed behaving like a creep around her and I could empathize with her to a certain level, she was uncomfortable and what Ed was doing was grazing workplace harassment so I decided to confront him, because even though he's my friend his behaviour was totally unacceptable and since no one else would, it should be me who opened his eyes to his behaviour.
I found him in the lab, talking to himself in murmurs. “Hey Edward, whats up” He turned to look at me a bit alarmed while his mumbling stopped. When he realized it was me he relaxed on his chair and sulked, as if he was preparing himself to tell me something bad.
“She said she has a boyfriend,” He said, his voice tight. “But her stated weekend plans show inconsistencies. It’s a deflection pattern. I just need to demonstrate more clearly—” He started ranting.
“Edward, stop” My voice became stern. He looked at me, surprised I used that firm tone on him, the raw confused look in his eyes was almost unbearable to me, but he had to listen.
I looked at him in the eye so he knew i was serious and after taking a deep breath i told him “You need to leave her alone, she's not one of your riddles to be solved, she's a person and your behaviour- the gifts, the staring, the showing up places you know she’ll be—it’s not romantic. It’s frightening. It’s disrespectful of her space, of her right to just exist without being your… your object of study.” The air between us turned tense with the truth
His gaze shifted as if I had personally hit him, he wasn't angry he was completely struck by my words “I would never hurt her, you know that” That was the only answer he could give me.
“I know you wouldn’t." I approached him and held his shoulder" I know that. But she doesn’t. All she sees is a coworker who makes her uncomfortable. And if you actually love her, you will listen to me. Stop. Give her space. Respect her ‘no,’ even when it’s not a direct word. Treat her with the same professional courtesy you’d give everyone else in here" My words were sincere and my tone was softer, I was trying to show him my advice came from a good place.
His gaze fell down and I could see his eyes watering a little, as if he was devastated by my real thoughts on him “You think I'm creepy?” He asked silently, still not looking at me.
I carefully raised his face with my hands making him look at me “I think Im your best friend, and if i dont tell you the truth you wont listen. I think you fixate but this isn't the way, this will only get you fired or at the very least rejected and even if you don't realise, this is hurting her to” He was now looking at me, unable to take his eyes away “You’re making her workplace somewhere to be wary about."
Both of us just stood there, his face seemed iluminated by a crude realisation
The fight drained out of him. He gave a slow, shaky nod. “You’re right… you’re usually right. About procedural things and about people.” I smiled at him again “Just reflect on it, okay?” Edward nodded, not looking at me, reflecting on his actions.
I left him there, hoping the seeds of reflection would take root. As I stepped out, I almost collided with someone standing frozen by the door.
Kristen Kringle.
She was holding an envelope, her eyes wide, as if something had surprised her. I acknowledged her with a nod and kept on my way. I could still feel her gaze on the back of my head as I walked down the corridor.
What Y/N didn't know was that Kristen had heard everything, she had heard her defending her, the last person who Kristen could imagine would defend her was the first one to do it.
She followed Y/N's body as she turned to enter the main lobby of the GCPD, her eyes shining with something new, respect? Surprise? relieve? Even Kristen didn't know how to interpret the feeling.
The door of the lab opened again revealing a still very shocked Nyma “Mrs Kringle?” He asked when she wouldn't acknowledge him since she was still looking at the door Y/N exited by.
Kristen immediately regained her senses and quickly gave Edward the envelope claiming it was the results of a substance test. After that she rushed to get to where she thought Y/N would be, the GCPD cafeteria.
The cafeteria was a small place, it had a few tables and few windows but since most officers preferred the street trucks, there was always free places.
Kristen found Y/N eating alone; the few times they had run into each other at the cafeteria, she was either with Edward or with a female officer that she often hung out with. Kristen took a deep breath, trying to give herself courage and go talk to Y/N.
The redhead knew Y/N didn't exactly like her and the feeling was mutual but she needed to go talk to her, to understand how someone she didn't even get along with could be the only one considering her feelings unlike every other person around her.
She finally approached her and Y/N raised her gaze, surprised to see Kringle infront of her, she could only gulp the food the was eating and greet her “Hi…” “Hi” Kristen answered her almost immediately. “Can i sit down?” Y/N nodded, curious what could lead kristen to want to sit down with her.
“I heard what you said to him” Kristen said quickly, her gaze searching for my face. “You… you said that to him. Even though he’s your friend.”
“I said that to him because he’s my friend,” I corrected quietly, finally understanding her behaviour.
“I just… Well I would've never thought that you…” Kringle was trying to find the words to express herself “I could never… I just laugh, or change the subject. I’m too much of a coward to tell him to stop. I always thought that you didn’t care how he acted with anyone else.” She finally managed to say, her voice low and light.
The admission hung in the air. She’d seen me as selfish, a fellow traveler in the ecosystem of GCPD, I couldn't really blame her for it
“I care, I know we dont like each other but I dont want to see you suffering from workplace harrasment, not if i can prevent it ” I said simply.
“Thank you” Kristen said while taking my hand, genuine gratitude in her voice. She stood up and walked away, her posture a little straighter, as if a burden had been lifted. I watched her go until she disappeared from my sight.
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The days after the interaction between Kristen and Y/N had been peaceful and quiet. Edward listened to Y/N advice and stopped being so insistent.
But there was a change in Kristen, the change was subtle but still noticeable enough.
Three days after the confrontation outside the lab, she was at my desk first thing in the morning bringing with her a fresh cup of coffee that she placed precisely next to my elbow.
She seemed happier that morning, in a good mood. She gave me a bunch of documents I had requested a few days ago “The report on the Wayne case from a few days ago” She said happily and I couldn't help but make a comment of her positive attitude.
I looked up, surprised, smiling…usually, I had to hunt her down for paperwork. “Thank you, Kristen. That’s… very proactive of you.” She offered a small, tentative smile. “It’s the least I can do.”
The following days became very similar to our last interaction, even making small talk between each other from time to time and staying a little bit too long talking about office gossip when we ran into each other in the bathroom. We were actually getting along
The other day, when I was on my way to my solitary lunch on the food truck across the street I would find her falling into step beside me. “Mind if I join you? The bullpen is particularly loud today.” And that's how we started to eat lunch together, at first it was just one day a week but one became two and so on.
Even Edward had started to notice that some days I wouldn't go to the lab to eat lunch with him but instead he would find me with Kristen, maybe laughing at something she heard from a coworker.
Her presence was… calm. She didn’t fill the silence with frantic intellectual energy like Ed. She just existed in it.
Then, one Wednesday, she placed a small, wax-paper wrapped bundle on my desk. “What 's this?” I asked with genuine curiosity, the smell was fantastic but I was still surprised she brought me something.
“Lemon bar,” she said, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I baked last night. You always seem to be running on caffeine and sheer will-power. Thought you could use some sugar.”
I remembered how I mentioned a few days ago how much I liked desserts and how we talked on and on about a bakery down the street where I always got my breakfast. The feeling that someone had paid attention to that, not only the fact that she actually listened to me but the fact that she had thought about me enough to bring me a nice feeling… nice? no, it felt great.
I unwrapped it. It was perfect, dusted with powdered sugar, not too dry and not too overly sweet. I took a bite, and the tangy-sweet burst was a shock of pure pleasure. A small, involuntary sound escaped me. “Oh my god. This is incredible.” Kristen’s blush deepened, but her smile was radiant. “You like it?” “I love it!” I said, and I meant it. It was the first genuinely nice thing anyone had done for me in a while.
That was our true beginning, the exchange of baked goods became the norm for us, I even reciprocated by retaking my cooking skills. With every pastry our friendship deepened, then the lunches moved from the food cart to a quiet booth at a nearby diner. We started talking about things other than work—bad movies, good books, the utter impossibility of finding a decent apartment in Gotham.
One evening when we were walking back to her apartment she opened up to me “ You know, since Tom disappeared I’ve been… I wouldn't say happy but… less on edge you know” She continued a little shy, after all the nature of the conversation was something very serious “He was a charming man, he would call me beautiful and then get angry at me when others looked, he was… draining to be around” She let out a shaky breath. “It’s always been like that. The men in my life… they’ve either wanted to possess me or fix me. They never just… saw me. Not until you.”
I froze in my place, I understood why, now I understood why wouldn't she just leave someone like Tom even though he was clearly unpleasant to be around, and that was being nice. “Kristen…”
She signaled me that she wasnt done so i shut up “You saw what was happening with Ed. You saw how scared and uncomfortable I was. But you still stood up and said what needed to be said. For me, and you didn't even like me.” She finally met my eyes, hers glistening, she took my gloved hands in hers. “You saw the little thing, the bad thing everyone else was willing to ignore, and you called it out. No one has ever done that for me before. You made me feel… understood and I can never thank you enough for that” After that she gave me the warmest, most sincere hug I've received in my entire life.
Her arms held onto me for what seemed like forever until we both realized our faces were closer than intended, this time, I blushed slightly with her and we slowly turned apart. We were already at the entrance of her house so we had to let go of our still joint hands. Her left hand slowly slid from mine as she took the little steps before the door. I stood there, mesmerized by her and the only thing I could do was give her a little wave and an involuntary smile I didn't realise I was making. “I can't thank you enough either” I managed to murmur before going back to my own home.
After that night it was as if a bottom clicked, everyone could tell that something was different between me and Kristen, even Harvey had jokingly mentioned it to me when we met in the food truck. I found myself often inviting her over to my apartment for takeout and terrible reality TV, laughing until our sides hurt at the absurdity of it all. She invited me to dinner with her sister and her husband sometimes. We were building something even though we weren't really sure what that was
And Edward Nygma was watching it all unravel.
He saw the lemon bar on my desk. He saw us leaving together, laughing. He saw the way my eyes would light up when Kristen appeared in my doorway, a new Tupperware container in hand. The happiness on my face was a sun he couldn’t bear to look at directly.
He watched the linked arms when we ended our shifts together and how your visits to the lab became less frequent. You still talked but now when he asked you to spend time with him weekly as you were doing before you suddenly had plans:"Kristen and I are going to an archivist conference together" or "I invited Kristen to go on a road trip together". The rare times you managed to hang out together seemed like the roles had reversed, now you were the one that talked about Kristen and he had to bitterly listen.
He wasn't happy about it, you had been his only friend for years now and your attention was on him whenever you two were together but now your attention, your praise and your time went to someone else. He started making passive aggressive remarks
“Another movie with her?” He asked, clearly unhappy “Yeah, Kristen's been excited about this new romantic movie that's in theaters-” Edward interrupted you “You don't like romantic movies you said, and I quote, they're unrealistic and pretentious” I paused buttoning my coat “And i stand by that opinion, i just want to accompany her.. Is this because I couldn't go to your house last week? I told you, you can come to my house on Saturday, I'll make it up for you.” Thats the last thing i said as i leave the office-
He stood there, in the middle of the bustling precinct, looking utterly abandoned. The jealousy wasn’t the hot, possessive burn he once felt for Kristen. This was colder, more desolate. Kristen had the one thing he realized he desperately wanted: my undivided attention. My happiness,now directed at her. He’d had my defense, my loyalty, my blunt friendship, and he’d taken it as his due, a constant in the variable equation of his life. Now the constant was shifting.
He wanted me to glance at him with the delight with which I always received Kristen, he wanted my smile to get wider when he told a riddle the same way it did when Kristen tried to muffle a laugh.
He wanted to be the one you ditched others plans for. He was losing his only true friend, and she was being stolen not by a rival suitor, but by the very woman whose affection had once consumed him. Oh the irony.
Edward knew he had to shift tactics if he didn't want to lose you, Kristen and you were starting to figure things out and that was a race with time. He could see that whenever she went into your office she would stay there for a long time and if he ever entered, she was always touching your shoulder or touching your hand in any way, mostly playing with your rings or bracelets.
He needed to stop this before it was too late. That was what a voice deep within him told him every night he spent laying on his bed unable to sleep, and for the first time, the voice and him agreed on something.
It wasn't the first time Edward heard him, though admittedly he tried countless times to ignore it, now it seems to make sense what the voice inside him was saying “She has Y/Ns laughter now. She has her trust… She has what was ours before.” The voice in his mind edged him to act upon these thoughts, a cruel and cold voice that had always been there, buried deep down his conscience.
One day, Edward had enough. One night, when he knew Y/N would stay up late working in some files, he decided to take action.
He waited for Ms Kringle to end her shift and as it had been happening lately, he waited for her to bid you goodbye. Today Kristen was feeling brave and Ed saw how Kristen planted a kiss to Y/N's cheek, a kiss painfully close to the lips, a promise of something else. Through the crystal of Y/N's door he saw how she and Kristen laughed about the little red stain Kristen had left next to her lips and that sigh only straightened his resolve. Kristen needed to go.
He waited at the entrance of the GCPD and when Kristen approached, he started a conversation with her “Ms Kringle!” He called to her “Mr Nygma” she greeted politely, since Edward was y/ns friend she had decided to give Edward a second chance, her… ‘friend’ always insisted that he was interesting and a great company so she decided to trust her.
“I wanted to apologise for my past behaviour, I was out of place.. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable” Ed apologised to her with his head down, partly in shame and partly because he couldn't look her in the eyes knowing what he was planning to do. Kristen seemed surprised but her gaze softened, she appreciated the apology “Thank mr Nygma, it means a lot to me, Im sorry as well for never stopping Tom or Flash from insulting you”
Both of them started to walk back together, Ed offered to accompany her as an apology and on the way he suggested she could go to his apartment to really talk about everything. Kristen was sceptical at first but agreed, thinking nothing bad could come out of it.
When they arrived at Edward's apartment he offered her some tea which she accepted, their conversation was a little uncomfortable, both of them were stiff but since Edward apologised and he seemed to be making an effort to make her comfortable, she decided to keep talking with him.
The conversation went on and on until somehow they got into the subject of Tom Dougherty. She was confused how she wasn't really as sad as others thought about Tom's sudden disappearance and how Y/N had been a great support for her and she was glad she finally met someone she was comfortable with. When the conversation shifted to Y/N, Edward suddenly remembered why she was there.
Looking down at his glass, Ed suddenly mumbled “I'm glad he's not coming back“. Kristen's smile disappeared instantly, what seemed like a bonding moment between coworkers turned into something darker.
“What?...What do you mean?” Edward suddenly realised what he had just said and began to stumble with words trying to give a plausible explanation “No-thats not… I mean…” Kristen looked at him with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion.
Edward looked at her and took a deep breath, he figured that if it had to happen it was now or never, his inner voice was becoming louder even if he wanted to shut it down, and even if he wanted to shut it down he couldn't.
“I need to confess something…To provide closure. For you, and for me.” He paused, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. “Officer Dougherty… he didn’t leave you. He didn’t run away. I-” he hesitated “ I killed him… now you don't have to worry about him ” The last sentence was said quietly, almost shamefully
Kristen's reaction was slow, at first she didn't believe him, deeming his statement as a bad joke that failed to deliver as it should have. After Edward approached his dresser and took out Tom's plaque she started to believe it, her face distorting into a disgusted expression.
The world seemed to tilt for Kristen. She saw not the awkward colleague, but a psychopath wearing his face. She tried to speak, to scream, but no sound came, until she remembered Y/N, she should know, she must tell her so she can get as far from him as possible.
What Kristen couldn't imagine was that it was Y/N the main reason no one had dared to question the narrative that Tom Dougherty had vanished.
The red head quickly stood up and turned towards the door while calling him every name in the book, her eyes starting to form tears from the fear and shock.
Only one thing was crossing Ed's mind and it was the product of that little voice of his that everyday seemed bigger "She's a loose end, she will tell everyone, now that she knows about Tom she can drag you down, both you and Y/N. Keep her to yourself, her loyalty, her fascination, all ours only if she-”said the voice referring to Kringle”-gets simplify from the education”.
So, before Kristen had a chance to reach for the door, he quickly intercepted her and took her by the face and neck, at first trying to convince her not to say anything, that he didn't meant to make her feel unsafe and that he wasn't going to hurt her, the irony was that while trying to coax her into not giving him away, he was unknowingly choking the poor woman with his own hands.
Kristen's desperate fight attempts were useless, Edward was completely blind to her efforts to breathe due to the adrenaline and panic. In that moment he wasn't thinking about how he was killing an innocent woman or how her death would affect the woman he was trying to keep to himself.
He realised that Kristen's lips were bluer than usual when the other him stopped talking. He could feel the silence like a physical presence. He no longer felt the slight moisture from her ragged breathing, and his hand felt strangely numb. He looked at her again, this time taking away his hands and the moment the limp body of Kristen lost that support, she fell onto one side like a rag doll.
He stopped breathing for a moment before he launched himself to her now lifeless form. He touched every pulse point he could remember and tried to wake her up, still not accepting he had killed her.
What had he done? What had he done? The reality of everything hit him hard. He didn't realise how much of his desire to get rid of Kristen was from his inner self. He didn't want her dead, sure he wanted her away from Y/N but not dead, not like this.
The man looked at his shaky hands, at Kristen's purple and red neck, at her blue lips and her absent gaze, soulless. His inner self was silent and satisfied, leaving him to deal with the consequences of his jealousy.
And all he felt was a void, soon flooded by a tidal wave of sheer terror. He thought about Y/N, how would she react, surely she wouldn't be as accepting as she was with Dougherty… Still Ed couldn't bear the thought of you discovering this by yourself so he took a difficult decision.
He dialed Y/N's number and his voice was a hysterical whisper “Ed? what's going on, it's late-” She was cut off by her friend “Im so sorry! I- I- you need to come to my apartment. Now” he was sweating bullets, there was no backpedalling from this “Has something happened?” Her question was only met with more begs for her to be there quickly and so she did.
In ten minutes Y/N was knocking at his door and Edwards' heart skipped a beat. Y/N was expecting a breakdown over the typical personality crisis Ed had but the reality of what was in his apartment hit her like a bucket of ice cold water.
The moment she entered she saw from the corner of her eye the pale and motionless body of Kristen. A white-hot pain burst through her chest. Her mouth fell slightly open until her brain fully processed the image in front of her. Kristen's body was laying on the floor with a clearly strangulated neck and skin as pale as a ghost.
Ignoring Ed I rushed to kneel beside her body and my eyes started to fill with tears that didn't dare to be spilled ”Kris-Kristen!!” a high pitch cry left Y/N's throat, she took her friend by the cheeks, bringing her face over to hers to try and find a breath but she didn't hear anything. While she turned to look at Edward, she hugged Kristen's head and torso as closely as she could to her chest.
“Edward, what have you done?!” Edward didn't know what to answer her, her eyes, devastated and shaky, took his breath away. Someone as composed as Y/N, that was used to the most horrendous crimes that were committed in Gotham because of the nature of her job, looking so completely lost for… for her. Looking at him with such grief.
“It was an accident!” He rushed to explain “She knew! She knew about Dougherty, I told her, I-” He put his hand in his hair “I don't know what came over me I just- I told her- She was taking you away and he said-” His frantic eyes tried to meet hers and he noticed how Y/N was getting more agitated by the minute, he took her by the arms, trying to ground himself.
Y/N shoved him off, a surge of violent rage giving her strength. “You killed her!? You killed my Kristen!!” The scream tore from her throat in a violent wave. “ Why would you tell her anything?! Why would you do this to her?!”
The brown headed man was unable to look her in the eyes, his gaze landing on whatever was around him until he could calm himself. The only thing he heard was his other self “It’s the only way to keep her safe with us, to keep her close to us. We both love her, don’t we? This is how we prove it.” He took deep breaths as he had done so many times before and before he could realise, the other him took over.
His face hardened,and the lost Edward Nygma was replaced by someone colder, more calculating. “We have to be logical, Y/N. We have to think. She’s dead. I did it. But you…” He stepped closer, raised her chin with his hand, his eyes locking onto hers. “You helped me with Tom. You told me how to hide the body and the evidence, you reviewed the case files when he disappeared and steered the detectives away from me. If this comes out… they’ll look at this again, they’ll find the inconsistencies. They’ll find you.” His face ended up very close to hers, a way to highlight the threat.
The air left Y/N's lungs. The tragedy of Kristen’s death was now encased in the ice of his undeniable logic. Her actions, her attempts to protect her friend from a murder had come to bite her back.I deserved it,she thought, she had bound herself to this new, monstrous crime, and he was reminding her that now they were partners in this.
Y/N stared at Kristen’s still face, then at Ed’s desperate, possessive gaze. The grief was a howling animal inside of Y/N, but the survivor in her smothered it. They had to survive, together.
Y/N looked at the dead woman and hugged tightly against her chest, her hands not leaving her body even though the gears in her brain started to move once again. "She’s been stressed. Talking about Tom. Saying she couldn’t take Gotham anymore.” The woman said with a flat tone, the statement felt cold and distant in her lips
Ed nodded, a spark of relief in his eyes. “A letter. We can forge her handwriting. I have samples from work files. We say she ran off, that she heard from Tom and they’re eloping.” His companion nodded.
They worked for a few hours only to finish the letter and when it finally looked convincing enough for the analyst, Edward proposed that he should be the one hiding the body since Y/N looked clearly exhausted apart from disheveled. Y/N, feeling numb and with her headache palpitating, decided to lay down in Edwards bed, before she could make it to the bed, she looked one last time at Kritens body.
A shiny object caught her eye and Y/N crouched in front of her friend's corpse only to find a silver bracelet, one that was customized to have both their initials as trinkets. Kristen must have worn it as a quiet, personal token. The sheer ordinariness of it, the hint of a sweet, secret intimacy they never got to confess, finally broke Y/N. A sob ripped from her throat, harsh and ugly in the silent apartment.
Edward saw her take it for herself and slipped it in her wrist, the same wrist she hugged until she passed out in Edwards bed
Ed watched her, his expression unreadable. In that moment, he began to understand the depth of what he’d destroyed. They weren’t just covering up a murder; they were burying the purest parts of Y/N's heart, the one that belonged to Kristen, all because of his desire to have it all for himself.
He spent the rest of the night preparing the field for Edward to find Kristen's body before someone else did. When he finally went to his bed, where Y/N laid, he took his time to really look at her before he gave control to Ed.
Her eyes were slightly red from crying and between her brows laid a deep frown product of the distress she just experienced. The other Ed was determined to not let anyone take away his only friend, he was determined to keep Y/N to himself even if that meant killing the woman she loved.
Riddler never admitted it out loud but he could see it through Ed's eyes. He had often mocked his nerdy version, insulting his ignorance of the intense gazes the two women shared, Ed always tried to convince himself it was only a close friendship but friends don't look at each other that way and deep down he knew.
Deep down he knew because that's the same way he looked at Y/N whenever she stood up for him, whenever she answered his riddles and even when she called out that some of them had ambiguous answers…
He caressed her face, then her lips, the same ones Kristen had almost kissed that same afternoon…
He laid down on the floor, next to his bed and fell asleep with Y/N's falling hand gracing his shoulder and clavicle. Whatever happened the next morning would be up to Edward to deal with, he only had to enjoy the show. The other ed finally let go of control knowing he had succeeded in keeping her with him, even if it was in crime.
The only thing Edward and his other self could agree on was the feeling they got after everything that occurred that night, the sense of victory after successfully getting rid of both Dougherty and Kristen.
But most importantly, the only person who ever truly saw him, now lying in his bed, shrouded in his scent, sharing his space, dependent on his secrecy for her freedom and vice versa.
She was devastated, yes, but she was here, with him. All her attention, her sharp mind, her loyalty...it was all funneled back to him now, bound by blood and shared guilt, and now they were bound by that. “Until jail do us part” What a romantic but perturbed last though Ed had before drifting off
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The first time I watched gotham I wanted Edward so badly, the second time I fell for Kristen, now I want them both.
I really put a lot of effort into this one and into characterizing correctly all of the characters so please tell me if you'd like more of gotham.
Damn now that I think about it I spent a lot of time with this one.
Summary: Negan pays a not so pleasent visit to Y/N
We were embraced by the daylight already. We were on the ground, left there like little ants to rot on our own self pity.
Maggie was the first to stand up, Rick called her a few times, expressing the worry we all felt for her. She talked about fighting the saviors, a thought that had crossed everyone's minds but the reality of everything made us drop the idea.
I stopped paying attention to the conversation, focusing on my own thoughts. I could notice Michonne's figure standing up next to me, trying to reason with Maggie about leaving.
I wanted to hug her, to cry with her about what he lost but I was afraid maggie wouldn't want to talk to me after what was just revealed.
I had my head down, unable to face the others around me. A deep shame and grief engrossed me. For a moment Daryl's image came to my mind, he was taken away from us and I didn't want to imagine what will they do to him-
Michonne tapped my shoulder, her look was now one of understanding, our talk earlier hadn't extinguished all of her suspicions but she was now much more conscious on how this also affected me.
With the help of the whole group, we took away the bodies and then we parted back to Alexandria, this time without Maggie and Sasha, who was accompanying her.
After we made it to Alexandria, I was barely able to rest, I entered my home and fell on the sofa as if I were a rag doll. I could hear the sound of people outside and other environmental sounds. They grounded me, the only line that separated me from breaking apart
That night i barely slept, i tried to close my eyes but his voice would come to my mind, a whistle, a laugh...
At some point I had enough. Self pity and cheap memories weren't going to do anything. I had to affront reality as it was. Glen and Abraham were gone, Daryl's state was unknown, I wouldn't put it past them to kill him but I really hope he is dead yet.
I stood up from my bed, deeming sleep useless. It was already daylight, soon I would have to go out again.
I went to my closet and opened it. Inside there was a small box resting on the floor, so I took it out. Inside were the little photos I had left of the ones I loved.
Some of them were recent, some others were from decades ago but a lot of them were of Negan. I didn't throw them away, not even after the divorce, I've never liked getting rid of things.
I took only the ones in which we were both alone, 4 photos that once represented everything I wanted to protect in my life but not anymore.
I took a match and light it, after that I approached the first photo and began to burn it, throwing it into the fireplace
My house wasn't really close to the fence but I heard loud and clear the sound of engines and I just knew to whom those heavy vehicles belonged, but it hadn't been a week...
I quickly exited my house to see what was going on. the closer i got the more i could hear a big group of people entering through the fence and when i was almost there i heard him
"HOT DIGGITY DOG! This place is magnificent!" There he was, Negan and a whole group of saviours inside Alexandria earlier than expected.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him, not only that, Daryl was there too, dressed in rags and with a face that I had never seen on him before, one of surrender mixed with impotence.
I got closer to them, approaching Daryl directly "Well will you look at that, hello to you sweetheart. Here to welcome me?" Negan said to me with his arms spread wide, noticing my fast pace. I only gave him a nasty look before I tried to approach Daryl cautiously, Rick doing the same as me.
"Daryl, hey-", I reached to touch his arm before I was stopped by Negan who grabbed me by hooking his hand in my arm "No, no". He positioned himself between Daryl and I, leaving both me and Rick at a distance.
"You dont look at him, you dont talk to him and i dont make you chop anything off him" Rick looked at me and I imitated the action. "Same goes for everyone" Negan was now getting close to me again "right?"
I kept staring without deviating my gaze until his smile widened and he turned to Rick again. I used this opportunity to go away, back to my home, the last thing i heard from him was "A lot of suspense there"
They were probably going to take things from us so I quickly went to my house to try and hide the most important stuff I had: pills, a little flask with alcohol, small food portions and of course my more personal stuff such as my photos.
I barely had time to hide everything before two saviors burst through my door.
Without even acknowledging me they started to take all of my things, my furniture, the snacks i had prepared for myself, some of my other belongings like clothes, wooden figures that were in this house before me…
But the moments one of those men tried to take my gun from me… I couldn't stand and watch any more.
Before he could reach my weapon I grabbed it and hit him square in the nose with it, his companion quickly came to his defence but I aimed at him before he could take out his own gun. “You can take whatever you want but not this, this is mine”. I could tell that they were going to pounce at me, it wouldn't be hard for them, one of them was bigger than me and with the help of his friend it would be easy for them to take my gun away.
But against all odds, Negan's voice sounded from behind us. “Guys, this is no way to treat a lady… go to the next house, I'll take care of this one.” The two men looked at eachother, the one with a bloody nose gave me a hateful look, one I reciprocated. Without another word they went away leaving me alone with Negan.
“Well well… what a pretty house you’ve got yourself honey” He let himself in as if it was his home and flop down onto the only chair i had left. ”What the fuck do you want” I asked him taking a few steps closer to him.
Negan noticed the photos that had fallen to the floor due to his men taking away my coffee table, he took them and after staying a moment going by each one of them, he directed his gaze to the fireplace, deducting what was the origin of the recently burnt flame that was left on the wood.
“Well someone is feeling nostalgic” His mocking tone was laced with his own melancholic feeling that barely lasted a second “Well, someone is feeling like killing innocent people” I retorted, the bitterness clear in my voice.
When I looked at Negan's eyes, I could recognise a sparkle in them, a fire that had awoken again. “How i missed that wonderful tongue, and it seems you missed me too babe, haven't you?” I only gave a tsk “You must have gotten hit hard with that bat of yours if you think that”
Negan stood up, his frame enclosing mine, getting closer than what would be comfortable, I avoided his gaze but he was moving his whole body to follow it. “Havent you thought about me? if your idiot ex-husband was still breathing?” His voice was now a whisper.
He got tired of trying to follow my gaze and directly grabbed me by the jaw with one gloved hand, making me confront him “I only thought about how lucky i was that I didnt got stuck in this with you, thanks for ruining that” He laughed again, this time lower, darker. I knew he didn't believe me. He took a step closer to me once again, invading my personal space.
He positioned ‘Lucille’ resting on my shoulder, as a way to keep me from escaping from him “And what about others y/n? have you found any other survivor brave enough to put up with you and that smoking hot body of yours?” He talked while looking up and down at me, gloating on the provocation I knew he was making.
With a step back i get rid of lucilles kiss on my shoulder and gave negan the answer he was trying to pull out of me “Thats none of your business” I was about to make my way to the door, try to find Rick or michonne but Negan stopped me once again, putting the tip of his bat on the doorknob and cornering me there.
His gaze was darker, almost angry but with his mocking essence, he stepped incredibly close our bodies barely having space in between them “Everything that happens in here is my business darling” He used that silky whispery voice of his that he knew i liked so much before everything went to hell “Specially you”
Tension could be cut with a knife and i decided to take my chance to cut it “If you are going to take my things from me, do me a favour and take yourself out while you're at it” Negan didn't make a joke out of it, he wasn't smiling anymore, he was dead serious. He looked at me without really reacting, only observing and analysing everything about me and somehow that terrified me more than any other confident smile or raging voice he used.
At some point I stopped breathing and I could only hear his own breath. “The things you have now belong to me, the community you live in belongs to me, every man and woman here belongs to me. You belong to me.” He had gotten impossibly close to my face, noses almost touching.
Everything in him was screaming at me to hit him, to try and turn down his ego but the moment I moved my closed fist he grabbed me by the wrist and moved me away from the door. It was evident his intention wasn't to hurt me but to warn me not to cross him “Its nice seeing you again sweetheart, shame you dont feel the same” His mocking grin was again adorning his face while he exited my house.
I stayed there, standing while I clench my jaw trying to control the anger that was overtaking my senses. After a while of standing there, Rick appeared through my open door and held my shoulder, a quiet support that asked patience of me. He told me about the incident with Olivia, two guns were missing and we needed to search for them.
“How do we end this Rick?” I asked him hopelessly “We can't take him down, not like this.” Rick looked at me in the eyes and with a look that screamed how lost he truly was he answered “We cant, right now we cant. but we will, i promise you that”
I felt like drawing. Today i will release another part of my Negan fanfic.
Ive been watching gotham (2014) lately, if someone wants any one shots or drabble about the series tell me because I would love to write something about it.
Her name is Cecielle. Guardian angel of Eve, she was made to watch after Eve and to keep her on the right path.
She's someone curious, and easily distracted by little things. She likes mirrors and pearls. Doesn't deal well with failure.
After Eve and Adam were expelled from eden she was prohibited from visiting her anymore but had to just watch after her.
Heaven took away Cecielle's wings as a punishment sk she couldn't exit heaven anymore.
After failing to guide Eve as heaven intended, she was forced to watch after hell for eternity to see what her failure has cost humanity.
When Abel died she guided his soul to heaven as a token of her affection for Eve.
As said before, she was once a close friend of lucifer, they were almost like siblings but they don't talk since he fell. Cecielle often sees Charlie when she's supervising hell...
Little drawing of Eve and Cecielle
I will be making more drawing of her and other characters.
I also have a sinner oc but I have to make some adjustments to her design. Well, this is my little gift for today, let's see if I can keep writing my drafts
Utilizaré español lo más neutro posible debido a que yo soy de España pero está caricatura es mexicana y quiero respetar las expresiones y coloquialismos originales de la película.
Descubrí esta saga el año pasado y me han gustado mucho las películas, Evaristo es mi personaje favorito, le adoro 🤩.
(The english version of the chapter will be right after the spanish)
ESPAÑOL:
Mi vida habia sido solitaria, iba de pueblo en pueblo como una nómada, jamás me quedaba mucho en un mismo sitio pero gracias a eso habia visitado muchos lugares.
Mi vida era la medicina o alquimia, como la llamaban otros. Creaba infusiones, mezclaba hierbas y diagnosticaba los males que sufrian las personas. Todo tenía un precio desde luego, pero procuraba que fuera bajo, lo suficiente para darme de comer y para comprar mas plantas.
La noche en la que lo conocí fue una noche de tormenta, la lluvia repiqueteaba contra mis ventanas de madera. El suelo embarrado y humedad me habia obligado a estancar mi caravana a las afueras de un pueblecito bastante aislado.
De repente, el olor a lluvia fue acompañado por otro aroma distinto, uno que no era natural. Un aroma a ceniza y a madera quemada se filtro por mi nariz, un rayo que iluminó el cielo cayó y su sonido me hizo detenerme un segundo. Justo me gire a tiempo para ver la sombra de un hombre afuera de mi caravana.
No le habia antes a pesar de llevar un rato mirando la ventana. No podia distinguirle bien, la oscuridad de la noche acentuada por las nubes negras que cubrirá el cielo me impedía verlo a detalle.
Podía diferenciar su silueta negra, vestía un traje de charro negro y un sombrero de ala ancha del mismo color. Estaba apoyado contra un arbol cerca de mi caravana.
Aunque su presencia gritaba peligro decidi salir a enfrentarlo puesto que claramente estaba mirando mi casa rodante.
Cuando salí, el levanto su mirada, reconociendo mi presencia. Revelo una sonrisa que cubría su rostro adornada con un bigote moreno y unos ojos rojos que parecieron brillar aunque solo fuese por un segundo.
"Señor, si necesita remedios vuelva por la mañana, y si lo que busca son problemas siga su camino" Mantuve una distancia prudente entre él y yo en todo momento pero fue inútil pues el hombre se acerco a mi, destacando la diferencia se altura entre el y yo.
Su sonrisa no desapareció en ningun momento"Problemas...que palabra mas fea... solo busco una charla entre colegas, damita" Le mire con sospecha, el ala de su sombrero habia creado una sombra en mi mirada, el estaba mas cerca de lo que estaba cómoda. "¿Colegas? ¿Usted y yo? Permitame dudarlo." Antes de tener la posibilidad de volver a alejarme el me agarro del brazo.
"Usted y yo ayudamos a gente, usted con sus medicinas y yo con métodos mas...caros." Lo dijo en un susurro pero eso fue todo lo que me hizo falta para darme cuenta de con quien me estaba hablando. Mis ojos se abrieron como platos. "Usted..." No termine la frase antes de que el hombre ante mi emitiera una carcajada.
Me zafe de su agarre como si me estuviera quemando.
"No me interesa lo que me tenga que ofrecer, señor" Cada vez me acercaba mas a mi puerta, echando mi mano hacia atrás buscando el pomo.
"¿Segura?" El se acerco a mi, yo ya estaba subida a la escalerita que había colocado para subir a la caravana. "Puedo ofrecerle mas de lo que nadie jamás ha logrado en vida. Todo el conocimiento que necesitas para tus medicinas... ¿de verdad no te interesa?" El charro extendió su mano hacia mi, la palma abierta.
Era tentador, desde luego. Mi mano izquierda estaba agarrada ferreamente en la puerta y la otra estaba hecha un puño en mi pecho. Si el era capaz de darme lo que me ofrecía podria hacer mi trabajo con mucha mas precisión. Entendería mejor los males del cuerpo.
El podia ver mi duda, lo note cuando ensancho su sonrisa. No, da igual cuanto me ofrezca, todo tiene un precio y yo no estoy dispuesta a pagar los precios que el impone.
"No me interesa. Lo único que asegura el conocimiento es el error. No quiero perfección, quiero certeza" Abri la puerta para entrar a dentro y ya dejar de hablar con este hombre que tanta incomodidad ademas de curiosidad me inspiraba.
"Es una pena damita, aunque supongo que nos volveremos a ver, a fin de cuentas, tenemos los mismos clientes" En un rapido movimiento el dio un largo paso y me tomo de la mano, tenía un pie en el suelo y otro elevado en el primer escalón.
Lo siguiente que sucedió provocó que mi respiración se detuviese por un segundo. Beso mi mano, fue algo rapido, despues de eso el camino marcha atrás hacia el arbol en el que le vi hace apenas unos minutos.
Su silueta se torno negra de nuevo y una vez llegó al arbol se volvió uno con la sombra. Desapareció sin mas, apenas una brisa escalofriante era el testigo de su presencia.
Cerré fuertemente la puerta de mi caravana tras de mi y me lleve mi mano a mi pecho, el corazón me latía pero no sabia si de miedo o de vergüenza.
Algo dentro de me decía que esta no sería la última visita del charro.
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Después de aquel dia me apresuré en empacar mis cosas y marchar del pueblo en el que me encontraba. Me salte el pueblo siguiente solo para seguramente de no encontrarme lo de nuevo pero el esfuerzo fue inútil.
Por cada pueblo que pasaba no hacía mas que escuchar rumores de El. Los locales de los pueblos hablaban a susurros sobre otros vecinos. Apostadores cuyas deudas de repente habían mermado, enfermos moribundos que de un dia para otro recuperarán la salud de forma milagrosa...
Yo diagnosticada gente, les curaba o les recomendaba tratamientos que, en unas semanas ayudarían al enfermo a sentirse mejor pero mis remedios no se podían con lo que sea que el hace. Yo no hago milagros.
No se si era paranoia u obsesión pero podia sentir su presencia cerca. Casi como si fuese imposible librarse de el.
En los reflejos de las ventanas, sombras en callejones, una tenue luz en la brisa... Le veía en todas partes pero cuando me giraba a mirar no estaba por ningún lado.
Aunque pudiese ayudar a las personas, podia entender porque otros recurrian a el antes que a mi. El precio era increíblemente caro pero los resultados eran inmediatos. No podía comparar mi trabajo con su inmediatez.
Su propuesta cada vez pesaba mas en mi conciencia. Si hacia un acuerdo con el, lo mas seguro es que el precio seria yo misma, pero ¿realmente estaba dispuesta a rebajarme asi?
Me lo volvi a encontrar otra noche mientras viajaba subida a mi mula, un animal robusto que llevaba años tirando de mi caravana, mi única compañía constante.
El camino era pedregoso y accidentado. Las ruedas temblaban y la madera sonaba cada vez que pasaba un bache. Al pasar por una sección especialmente difícil note como la caravana dio un tambaleo especialmente fuerte y dejó de moverse.
Ante la resistencia del vehículo, mi mula tambien se detuvo subitamente y pego un relincho. Por el frenesí, se soltó de las riendas y salio corriendo antes de que pudiera detenerla, dejándome varada a varios kilómetros del siguiente pueblo.
"Ay no, no puede ser" Me dije para mi misma, baje de la caravana y vi como mi rueda estaba rota, salida del vehiculo y tirada en el suelo.
No era experta en reparación de ruedas, habia aprendido lo básico para adaptarme a la vida del viaje pero esto era completamente irreparable.
"Vaya, parece que tiene problemas, damita" Esa voz otra vez me hizo pegar un brinco del susto. El estaba ahí de nuevo, esta vez acompañado por un imponente caballo negro.
"Tiene usted una rara costumbre de aparecer en mi puerta, ¿no tiene a algun desgraciado a quien cobrar?" Ni siquiera intente disimular la hostilidad en mi voz "Siempre hay almas, querida...pero pense en ayudar a una 'colega'" Decía el mientras caminaba hacia a mi.
"A cambio de que, mi alma? No gracias no estoy interesada" Ya habia asimilado que no me iba a librar de el asi que decidí enfrentarlo. Acorte mas la distancia entre ambos, levantando mi barbilla para mirarlo bien a los ojos. Su respuesta ante esto fue levantar una ceja mientras mantenía su sonrisa característica.
El charro miro al frente, hacia el camino que yo tenía pensado seguir y con un asentamiento de su cabeza me dijo "Tiene usted 2 horas de camino hasta llegar al poblado mas cercano, y sin transporte... seguro no le molestara que le acompañe" No era un mal argumento, sin duda ir a pie dos horas, por la noche y todo el cansancio del dia sería algo complicado.
Le mire callada pero en el fondo sabia que tenía razón "Y que propone? Sea lo que sea no pienso agradecerselo, no queria su ayuda" Mi mirada mostraba desconfianza.
"Lo se" Respondió, tan recto e imponente como siempre, me ofreció su mano para ayudarme a subir al asiento de la parte delantera de mi caravana. Yo la tome y subí con su ayuda. La caravana comenzó a moverse por si sola
El iba junto a mi, subido en su caballo. El animal era tan grande que hasta subido en el llegaba a mirarme a los ojos. "Pero la aceptaras porque funciona. Porque es eficiente, inmediato" La indirecta que me lanzó fue tan obvia que no pude evitar fruncir el ceño.
No continuamos con la conversacion, anduvimos en silencio hasta que finalmente pude divisar el pueblo en el horizonte.
A las puertas del pueblo, la caravana se detuvo. Yo baje del asiento al suelo y el charro tambien bajo de su caballo. Nos miramos a los ojos, el cansación y la determinación nublada mi mirada. En la suya habia un ápice de desafío e interes.
"Hasta aquí la acompaño, damita" En un inesperado movimiento coloco mi pelo detrás de mi oreja y note algo suave donde el tocó.
Se inclino el sombrero hacia adelante en una muestra de despedida que sabia que seria temporal. Subió a su caballo y desapareció entre una niebla la cual se disipo tan rapido como apareció.
Me lleve la mano al cabello y agarre lo que el habia dejado allí. Una rosa negra, perfectamente florecida y con espinas que picaban mi mano.
La rosa no era de este mundo, el color era el de una marchita pero la planta estaba tan bella como la vida misma... Volvería a ver al charro y la próxima vez no seria tan tranquila como hoy
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ENGLISH:
My life had been solitary to say the least; I wandered from town to town like a nomad, never staying long in one place, but thanks to that, I had visited many places.
My life revolved around medicine, or alchemy, as others called it. I created infusions, mixed herbs, and diagnosed the ailments that afflicted people. Everything had a price, of course, but I tried to keep it low, just enough to feed myself and buy more plants.
The night I met him was a stormy one; the rain drummed against my wooden windows. The muddy, damp ground had forced me to park my caravan on the outskirts of an isolated village.
Suddenly, another smell accompanied the rainy one,a different aroma, one that wasn't natural. A scent of ash and burnt wood made its way into my nostrils, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, and its sound made me stop for a second. I turned just in time to see the shadow of a man outside my caravan.
I hadn't noticed him before, even though I'd been staring out the window for a while. I couldn't see him clearly; the darkness of the night, accentuated by the dark clouds covering the sky prevented me from seeing him in detail.
I could make out his black silhouette. He was wearing a black charro suit and a wide-brimmed hat of the same color. He was leaning against a tree near my caravan.
Although his presence screamed danger, I decided to go out and confront him since he was clearly looking at my camper.
When I went out, he looked up, as if recognizing me. He showed a smile that covered his face, adorned with a dark mustache and red eyes that seemed to glow, if only for a second.
"Sir, if you need any medicine, come back in the morning, and if you're looking for trouble, go on your own way." I kept a safe distance between us at all times, but it was useless, as the man approached me, the height difference between us became evident.
His smile never faded. "Problems... what an ugly word... I'm just looking for a chat between colleagues, miss." I looked at him suspiciously; the brim of his hat cast a shadow over my gaze. He was closer than I was comfortable with. "Colleagues? You and I? May i differ." Before I could pull away again, he grabbed my arm.
"We help people, you with your medicines and I with more... expensive methods." He whispered it, but that was all it took for me to realize who I was talking to. My eyes widened. "You..." I didn't finish the sentence before the man in front of me burst out laughing.
I jerked away from his grip as if it was burning me.
"I'm not interested in what you have to offer, sir." I moved closer to my door, reaching back for the doorknob with my hand.
"Are you sure?" He approached me; I was already on the small ladder I had placed to climb into the caravan. "I can offer you more than anyone has ever achieved in their lifetime. All the knowledge you need for your medicines... are you really not interested?" The charro extended his hand toward me, his palm open.
It was tempting, to say the least. My left hand was gripping the door tightly, and the other was clenched into a fist on my chest. If he could give me what he was offering, I could do my work with greater precision. I would understand better the body's ailments.
He could see my hesitation; I noticed it when his smile widened. No, it doesn't matter how much he offers me; everything has a price, and I'm not willing to pay it.
"I'm not interested. The only thing that guarantees knowledge is error. I don't want perfection; I want certainty." I opened the door to go inside and finally stop talking to this man who inspired so much discomfort, as well as curiosity.
"It's a shame,my lady, although I suppose we'll meet again; after all, we have the same clients." In a swift movement, he took a long stride towards me and took my hand, one foot on the ground and the other raised on the first step.
What happened next made my breath catch in my throat for a second. He kissed my hand; it was quick. After that, he walked back toward the tree where I had seen him just a few minutes before.
His frame turned black again, and once he reached the tree, he became one with the shadow. He disappeared without leaving a trace; a chilling breeze was the only witness to his presence.
I slammed the door of my caravan shut behind me and put my hand to my chest. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear or shame.
Something inside me told me that this wouldn't be the last visit from the charro.
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After that day, I hurried to pack my stuff and leave the town I was in. I skipped the next town, just to avoid running into him again, but it was useless.
Every town I passed through, I heard nothing but rumors about him. The locals whispered about other residents: gamblers whose debts had suddenly vanished, terminally ill patients who would miraculously recover overnight...
I diagnosed people, cured them, or recommended treatments that would help them feel better in a few weeks, but my remedies were no match for whatever he was doing. I don't perform miracles.
I don't know if it was paranoia or obsession, but I could feel his presence nearby. Almost as if it were impossible to escape him.
In the reflections of windows, shadows in alleyways, a faint light in the breeze... I saw him everywhere, but when I turned around, he was nowhere to be seen.
Even though I helped people, I could understand why others came to him before me. The price was incredibly high, but the results were immediate. I couldn't compare my work to his immediacy.
His proposal weighed more and more heavily on my conscience. If I made a deal with him, the price would most likely be myself, but was I really willing to lower myself like that?
I ran into him again one night while traveling on my mule, a sturdy animal that had been pulling my caravan for years, my only constant companion.
The road was stony and rough. The wheels shook, and the wood creaked every time I went over a bump. As we passed through a particularly difficult section, I noticed the caravan lurch violently and stop moving.
Faced with the vehicle's resistance, my mule also stopped suddenly and let out a whinny. In her frenzy, she broke free from the reins and bolted before I could stop her, leaving me stranded several kilometers away from the next town.
"Oh no, this can't be happening," I said to myself. I climbed out of the caravan and saw that my wheel was broken, ripped off the vehicle, and lying on the ground.
I wasn't an expert at tire repair; I'd learned the basics to adapt to life on the road, but this was completely irreparable.
"Well, it seems you're in trouble,my lady." That voice made me jump. He was there again, this time accompanied by an imposing black horse.
"You have a strange habit of showing up at my door. Don't you have some unfortunate soul you'd like to collect from?" I didn't even try to hide the hostility in my voice. "There are always souls around, my dear... but I thought I'd help a 'colleague,'" He said as he walked towards me.
"In exchange for what, my soul? No thanks, I'm not interested." I had already accepted that I wasn't going to get rid of him, so I decided to confront him. I closed the distance between us, lifting my chin to look him straight in the eyes. His response was to raise an eyebrow while maintaining his characteristic smile.
The charro looked ahead, toward the path I had planned to take, and with a nod, said "You have a two-hour walk to reach the nearest town, and without transportation... I'm sure you won't mind if I accompany you." It wasn't a bad argument; walking for two hours at night, with all the fatigue of the day, would certainly be difficult.
I looked at him silently, but deep down I knew he was right. "And what do you propose? Whatever it is, I don't intend to thank you. I didn't want your help." My gaze showed distrust.
"I know," He replied, as upright and imposing as ever, offering me his hand to help me into the front seat of my caravan. I took it and climbed in with his help. The caravan began to move on its own.
He rode beside me, on his horse. The animal was so large that even from atop it, he could still look me in the eye. "But you'll accept it because it works. Because it's efficient, immediate." The hint he dropped was so obvious that I couldn't help but frown.
We didn't continue the conversation, we rode in silence until I finally spotted the town on the horizon.
At the town's entrance, the caravan stopped. I got off the seat and the charro dismounted. We looked into each other's eyes; weariness and determination clouded my gaze. In his, there was a hint of challenge and interest.
"I'll accompany you this far, my lady." In an unexpected movement, he tucked my hair behind my ear, and I felt something soft where he touched.
He tipped his hat forward in a farewell gesture that I knew would be temporary. He mounted his horse and disappeared into a mist that dissipated as quickly as it appeared.
I reached for my hair and picked up what he had left there: a black rose, perfectly bloomed, its thorns pricking my hand.
The rose was otherworldly; its color was that of a withered one, but the plant was as beautiful as life itself... I would see the charro again, and the next time wouldn't be as peaceful as today.
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El charro es probablemente mi hear me out favorito. El actor de voz y el personaje son tan 😍😍. Tenía muchas ganas de escribir algo de el ya que literalmente no hay nada de este bombón.
