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funkii-fox · 6 months ago

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Drider! Hazmada x Miner! Reader- Rose of Flesh and Blood

For Halloween 👻 loosely inspired by a Drider! Chrollo x reader fic by ramwrites (i forgot what she changed her name to but ik she changed her name. I keep forgetting bc she will always be ramwrites to me)

Also!!! I already drew drider Hazamada about a year ago; i LOVE the concept but no one cares!! hazamada is a spider to me!!! Please look at it so u can know what I’m describing!

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It’s hard work in the mines. Hours upon hours of you and your coworkers smashing precious rock with only rusty iron hammers and pickaxes. A new dribble of sweat slides down your forehead with every echoing clang of metal on rock, only to be wiped away by the back of your debris-covered glove. Heavy breathing of you and your fellow miners bounces off the walls of the cave, sometimes giving the illusion that there’s something else breathing in the darkness. There are often odd noises that sound as if something is tapping on the rocks of the deepest parts of the cave. A faint tap tap tap that you barely pick up in the cacophony of heavy breathing and rock smashing. All of your coworkers are seasoned miners, and they tell you not to worry. “Probably just some critters or the Earth’s breathing. Rocks and stuff settling, ya know?” one of them answered, “‘though, no one really knows. We just know that whatever it is, it’s not gonna kill us.” This answer does not comfort you, but there’s no reason to press the issue. Whatever it is won’t kill us, right?

The only lights in the place are the two lanterns for the entire group that cast everyone and everything in an orange glow. The aged wooden structures of the mine bathed in sickly pale orange, contrasting the deep sienna brown of the cave rock. Dramatic shadows dance about chaotically due to the flicker of the lantern’s flame. Sometimes in the corner of your eye, you see a shadow among the shadows that stands out. It’s a long, thin black void inside the already dark shadows. This shadow moves too calmly, if at all, as if it was made by an intelligent creature that doesn’t want to be caught. Just as you turn your head to confirm your suspicions, it’s gone, as if it never existed. Even as you frantically point the lantern in the direction, there’s nothing to see but normal cave. Like it was just a trick of the light or your own sleep deprived imagination, but you know it wasn’t. You know there’s something in the shadows, but it won’t kill you, right?

You desperately wish to quit this job; no amount of money can compensate for the awful time in the mines. It takes such a toll on your body; shoulders and arms feel like they’ll slough off after every day. The energy spent on mining will never be replenished in only the few hours of nightly rest allowed; After what feels like 3 minutes of letting yourself relax, the sun’s already up and it’s time to go back in the mines. There is always the looming threat of a sudden disaster such as collapsing walls or miasma; as well as the thing that lurks in the shadows. Even if it won’t kill you, it’s still disturbing. All of these grievances are pushed to the back of your mind, because you need money to make ends meet and the last option available had to be the mines.

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It’s a chilly, overcast day outside. This type of weather always makes you tired and depressed, but there’s no time off to waste the day in bed. You stand and stare at the place, thinking. Today was the dreaded day that you would be introduced to the deeper parts of the mine. There had been a naturally occurring cave discovered somewhere along the path. It was being explored by cartographers, knights, and special miners as your crew excavated resources from the shallows of the mine. Walking into the mine with a small selection of your coworkers, a gut feeling tells you to turn back; You can’t just do that, so you just try to brush it off as you enter the maw. “It’s been scouted by the king’s knights! We’ll be fine, surely…” you try to comfort yourself, but it doesn’t quite get rid of the unease in your gut.

After you pass the familiar areas, it seems like the same environment loops for forever. Barely stable wooden beams support the cave in evenly spaced intervals that disrupt the dark brown rock. Never ending footsteps and clinking of gear overshadow the soft groaning of the walls. The shadows seem to get impossibly darker and darker the further you go; they encroach upon you and your group, like a wolf waiting to pounce on a rabbit. There’s nowhere to hide from this crushing environment, no way to just stop and breathe: just keep going forward until you get there. After that, go through the same hell while getting back. And everyday after that, you will go through this hell. Over and over and over and over again until you eventually die in a cave accident.

Some change in the environment pulls you away from your deprecating thoughts; it has become dead quiet. The only sounds are your footsteps and ruffling of gear. The ominous cave sounds were eerie, but it’s even worse without the ambience. Caves should sound odd, shouldn’t they? It doesn’t even echo, now that you think about it. It makes you shiver. You’re about to mention it when something sparkly catches your eye.

webs.

Centimeters thick, shiny silver webs line the walls. It was a few strings here and there at first, but soon the walls are encased in webs so much that you can’t see the rock behind it. No spider you know can have such thick webs; this has to be from a drider. “What?! No one ever said anything about driders…” the leader of the group said with a halt to his steps, “we’re not even close to where we need to be!” “Maybe she came before we got here, but after they explored,” your coworker chimes in. “That, or we’re lost. Seems more like we’re lost, since I don’t know how a single drider species that could cover so much ground in such a short amount of time,” the leader adds while analyzing the map again, trying to figure out where they are. No matter how much he looks though, he can’t find out where they took a wrong turn. “I thought there were just going to be a few webs, but this is clearly the wrong way. We’re basically walking right into the beast’s mouth,” he adds.

While your coworkers try to figure out a new plan, you’re freaking out on the inside. Drider: that’s what you saw in the shadows. It makes sense. You think back at all the times you saw her slender legs accidentally get into view of the lantern’s light. Thin limbs tap tapping on the rock of the hidden parts of the cave as she crawled. She disappeared so quickly because she’s a fast and agile creature that can crawl with enough grace to not break a web; she could kill us all in a second, if we don’t hurry out of here. On cue, a pebble falls from the ceiling and makes a small tap as it hits the floor right in front of your boots. Against your best judgment, you carefully look up and thats when you lay eyes on it.

Speak of the devil: A few lean, black legs curl out of view of the lantern’s light, a faint, sickening tap tap as it settles in a new position on the rock. All composure leaves you through a shriek that echoes off the walls of the cave, probably all the way back to the entrance. Your coworkers are immediately alerted. “Y/n!!!! What’s wrong!?” The leader comes towards you and holds you by the shoulders in an attempt to comfort you, but all you can do is raise a shaky finger and point towards the ceiling. The other coworker, holding the lantern, holds it up to reveal the monster. Both of them gasp when they see it.

He- you noticed he’s a male due to the lack of breasts- is scrunched up in a crevasse overhead. It’s not well lit because the lantern’s light doesn’t go too far above, but pale exoskeleton is the first thing you see. This platinum white fades into orange, brown, and eventually black at the very tips of the body. Spikes litter the dorsal sides of his body; three long, symmetrical white spikes poke out of his spindly black hair. His face scrunches up due to the radiant light shining in his two main eyes and the six smaller ones; it was so blinding that one of his four hands went up to shield his eyes.

You’ve seen enough. You jolt the way you’ve come from, even out of the range of the light. The other two quickly follow, allowing you to see where you’re going. Quick succession of tap tapping on rock and the clacking of his exoskeleton above as he hunts your group. Your lungs burn because of inhaled debris, all the mucous in your throat and mouth dry. Legs throb from the over exertion and feel like they might buckle beneath you. Despite all, you don’t dare slow down or stop in fear of becoming drider meal, but when you hear a scream behind you you’re forced to.

The leader has been grabbed by the drider. He howls and squirms, but it’s no match for the monster’s hold. Thinking quickly, you raise your pickaxe to rip the beast off of your leader, but the creature grabs and throws it with one of his many arms, a clang as it lands on the floor. Before you can even try to look for it, the creature drags him into the darkness above. His lower legs and shoes are still in the lantern’s light, kicking back and forth for any type of advantage. Blood curdling shrieks echo throughout the cave. Suddenly, all noises cease; his howling replaced by the sickening sound of flesh being ripped off. The pungent odor of iron fills the area. Your heart sinks as he goes limp, blood menacingly slides down his body and taps onto the floor below. Snapping out of your shocked daze, you grab your only remaining coworker by the shoulder and sprint away. You tremble and try to rid yourself of the guilt of not being able to help the leader; “it couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. It doesn’t soothe the pang in your heart every time you replay the scene in your mind, but there’s no time to sulk; we need to get out of here.

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Eventually, you two find yourselves far away enough from the drider to be able to catch your breaths. It doesn’t seem like he followed as there was no tapping, and hopefully he was satisfied with having only the leader as a meal. You become disgusted with yourself that you thought that, but it is genuine; hopefully you and your other coworker will come out fine. “It couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. In order for you to not end up like him, for his sacrifice to not be in vain, you will not let your guard down; your coworker routinely raises the lantern to see if the drider is there.

These caves are long and convoluted, and neither of you have a clue which way to go. The map got lost in the process; either the leader still had it in his hand as he was eaten, or it’s on the floor back at the area where the drider was. Either way, you’re not going back to get it. We could get through without it, right? “Eventually, we will run out of places we’ve been to, right?” Your coworker asks, and all you can do is nod and hope God is merciful. While wandering aimlessly and foolishly hoping the exit will just magically appear in front of you, you realize there’s probably a female somewhere around here. That would explain why there’s so many webs and how they got there so fast; they made a nest together. The male is plenty giant compared to a human, you can only imagine what his mate looks like. Not just that, but you imagine the female is hungry and filled with fertilized eggs. The thought of a hundred baby driders makes you shudder.

It was looking like you would be set free; maybe God did hear your prayers this time. Webs had thinned out and the ambience, though eerie, returned. You smiled with relief, “finally! It must be over!” You started to walk a little faster with a cute pep in your step, eager to get back home and never step foot in a mine ever again. “I’m definitely quitting after this,” you joke to your coworker, and you share a hearty laugh with him. “Ay, cheers!” He says, pretending to clink a beer with you. Things are looking up. The leader’s death will not be in vain; we will get out! You confidently take a left turn at a forked path, swearing that it looked familiar, and that’s when your heart sinks, dreams shattered:

walls caked in webs.

Your coworker stands there, trying to deny it, yet it’s staring him right in the eyes. “We’ve just gone in a giant circle,” you say with a pathetic tremble to your voice. Your lips quiver and the overwhelming urge to sob your eyes out overcomes you. Dropping to your knees, you pray to God to lead the way out. The two of you probably should’ve asked for God’s help sooner, but it’s better late than never. The drider and/or his mate are probably close, neither of you know where you’re going, the candle fuel is running out, neither of you have any supplies because they were abandoned in the mess, you already violently lost a friend, and you’re back at square one. Your coworker lets you pray and sob quietly while he tries to think of a way out. He has more experience, surely he can figure something out. Carefully walking towards you, he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we can look for the map now, at least.” You look up at him with weeping eyes, and he smiles, trying to lighten the mood. “We aren’t completely hopeless. We must trust in God’s plan,” he reassures. You nod and get on your feet, too overwhelmed to speak. Once you’ve gotten yourself together, your coworker dips the lantern down to the floor, and there’s a trail of blood soaked webs that leads deeper in the cave. Hopefully, it will even lead to the map. Hopefully it is God’s plan. Hopefully your prayers will be heard.

Hopefully.

Eventually, a familiar clang of metal and rock hits your ears. It’s faint at first, but as you go on it gets louder. You thought that it was the other miners near the entrance; somehow your wandering had lead you there. You look at your coworker, and he smiles gently. Maybe our prayers were heard. Maybe it was God’s plan. You’re still a little skeptical, how would you have gotten to the entrance? Could there be a secret passage that you didn’t know about? Eventually, a rusty iron pickaxe swings into view, then into the darkness with another clang. Both you and your coworker are amazed, and run towards it with relief... yet something is amiss.

It’s the leader… he’s mining away at rock that’s been exposed via torn webs. But something is off… did he not die back there? Why would he not turn around? Surely, he’s heard you two walking over and seen the light of the lantern. Not just that, why is he mining? Shouldn’t he be focused on getting out? How is he mining without light? I guess you could blindly hit the wall, but it would seem very useless. Why is he mining in such an odd way? Like every downstroke tugs his arms.

That’s when you notice small glimmers around him that shine with every movement he makes. Strings relax with every downstroke of the pickaxe, and straighten out with every lift of his arms. It’s not him moving himself; it’s the gravity of his arms falling and the drider puppeteering his body like a damned doll that creates the movement.

You both come to this conclusion too late. Your leader falls backwards onto the floor with a loud thud, clearly dead. His face is just barely in the lantern’s light, harsh shadows paint his face: smeared blood obscures his true skin color, eyes locked wide in horror, jaw slack with tongue lolling out of his mouth. Both of you shriek and scramble off.

Excessive tapping from above imply the drider is in hot pursuit. You try to keep your composure, “we’ll get through this. We have to.” It’s all shattered when your coworker yelps from getting yanked back violently, the lantern falling and the small flame vanishing in the process. The room went pitch black immediately. Panic sets in as you have no idea where to run. You feel so hopeless, yet in an attempt to survive, you reach your hands out to find the walls, but the cave is too wide to find it easily. “Finally,” the drider speaks for the first time as he crawls towards you, menacing tapping getting closer and closer. His 8 glowing golden eyes pierce your soul. You run in the opposite direction, yet to no avail as you run straight into the sticky webbed wall. “That light was blinding me,” he says, his voice right behind you, breath tickling your neck. You yelp as you feel his arms wrap around your torso. “Humans really can’t see anything in the dark, huh? You’re running around like a mouse in a field.” You can hear a smile in his quiet, breathy voice, as if he was making a little joke. You feel yourself being lifted into the air, primal terror filling you. “NOOO. PLEASE DON’T!” You don’t even know what to do but squirm in his hard, cold arms. His lower set of hands grab onto your calves and upper set of hands grab onto your upper arms. His pedipalps hold onto your hips to support your body, and now you’re thoroughly trapped. “Calm down,” He tells you in an unamused tone as he crawls onto the ceiling, turning you upside down in the process. You shout for God, your coworker, the leader, your mom, anyone to save you, but nothing happens.

“He’s out cold. No one’s here but you and me,” he says sadistically. Dread sets in and you cry hysterically while babbling teared laced nonsense. You’re trapped, and you always have been the second you stepped in the cave today. When you walked into the mine for the first time. When you agreed to become a miner. You were better off being a chancre ridden whore on the street and selling your hair. You wish you did; then you wouldn’t be this drider’s dinner. At least you would be able to see your family and friends one last time.

A slow, painful death of driders biting into you until you lose enough blood to pass out and die. You think about the smell of blood earlier when the leader died, and how it would tenfold when you get eaten. The sound of ripping of flesh from your bones and disgusting squelching as they chew their meal. You’ll die like a dog, just like the leader. The thought makes you release an ear piercing screech, and that’s when the drider has had enough. He bites your neck and holds you still as you try to squirm away one last time. You feel hot, burning venom enter your bloodstream through your jugular vein. This hot venom goes straight to your heart, blossoms into your lungs, and blooms throughout your body. Immediately, you physically can’t move anymore, and your thoughts drift off from you. The reason for fighting fades away and you accept this fate. “At least I’ll be at peace,” is your last coherent thought. You still try to think, but it’s all word salad of all the various grievances of working at this Godforsaken place. Something along the lines of “work, sleep, money, rest.” Your mind goes completely hazy, and everything slips away. At least you’re at peace now.

But you’re not at peace. That wasn’t the end.

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Your eyes snap open and heart races when you hear a loud wail of pain. The first thing you notice is that there are light sources; straight lavender lines and yellow dots move around in the dark while mint green curves stay stagnant. It was beautiful, but didn’t make much sense to you until your memory came back to you; his eyes were yellow. You can see his full body due to bioluminescence; the skin below his exoskeleton glows lavender while strands of webs around the room have a soft, low green glow. Things near the light sources are visible; you can finally look at his face clearly. In your dazed state, your thoughts wandered a bit. “His face would be a handsome face if only it belonged to a human rather than a beast.” Then you noticed what he’s looking at; a soft purple glow is casted on your poor coworker. He’s stuck to the wall, and that’s when you’re hit with the reality of what’s happening.

Your coworker had blood streaming down his face, the color looking more like black in the green and purple light. The drider is mumbling something incomprehensible, perhaps something in his language. Whatever it is, it sounds very upset. This is reinforced when he lifts a clawed hand and shoves two fingers in his left eye and rips it out, a grotesque noise of his muscle fibers being snapped. He shrieks again as adrenaline courses through your veins. The odor of iron hits your nose and it makes you want to vomit. A million questions run amok in your mind. “What’s he doing? Don’t driders simply eat their prey? Why is he torturing him? Where is his mate? Did we upset him and his mate? Is the same thing going to happen to me?”

You start to tremble as the scene unfolds; you can’t just sit here and watch your coworker get tortured, but what else can you do? Getting antsy, you just need to do something other than sit and wait to die. “Well, if he’s already going to kill me after him, there’s no point in trying to preserve myself,” you think with adrenaline poisoning your blood. The decision is final; you will go attack the monster with your bare hands. At the very least you tried to save your coworker and yourself, even if the odds against you are high.

You get up, and immediately, his glowing eyes dart over to you. There’s a pause: both sides waiting for the other to strike. “Oh? Do you think you can run away?” The drider spits metaphorical venom at you with a smile, “you’re deep in my den, there’s no way you can escape. You humans can’t see anything in mild darkness. Even if you could run fast enough to evade me, I can feel your heavy human footsteps on my webs. You’re helpless; now sit down and behave while I prepare dinner.” You stay standing for a while, trying to calculate your next move. He turns back to his task of mauling your coworker alive. There’s no way to sneak around him or anything because of the webs; the only thing you can do is charge right at him.

You run at him as fast as possible with your fists poised for a blow to his face. “Leave him alone, you hellish monster!” You yell. Obviously, he dodges easily, but you anticipated than and corrected your aim and go for his face again and manage to land a blow on his nose, the part of his face that stuck out the most. His eyes went wide, but it was a more out of surprise rather than pain. It hurt you a lot more than him, and it was obvious. It felt like you punched a wall! You cradled your wounded hand in the good one; oh, how you regretted that. He was looking quite amused at you. “Did you know that driders have hard outer skin? It’s the drider equivalent of bones,” he said very sarcastically. You backed off a little, trying to think of a way out of this. He also went back to his task at hand; clearly, you’re no threat. The throbbing ache in your hand was getting deeper and deeper, so much so that you hissed through your teeth to alleviate the pain. He must’ve misinterpreted the hiss though, because he didn’t miss a beat in punching you in the face, hard. Blood that isn’t your own splatter all over you, a little bit even falling into your mouth giving a strong irony taste. You immediately fell to the ground. In the back of your mind you worried that you would get brain damage from the blow, but thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, the web below somewhat cushioned your fall.

The drider was forced to let go of your coworker and grab you fully, his bloody, slimy hands practically clawing into your shoulders. In your pain-dazed state, you think back to how the leader grabbed you by the shoulders earlier. How gentle his hold was in addition to his concerned expression and voice, a stark contrast to the drider literally breaking both of your humeri bones. The searing pain in your arms snaps you back to the present, and you writhe like a pathetic worm. His body towering over your small form, stringy long hair falling on your face. All his eyes narrowed in anger. “I don’t think you understand,” he practically hisses while showing his fangs, which also glowed yellow, “I do all the work. I hunt, I prepare food, I protect us. Your only job is to be obedient. Your only job is to serve me. You belong to me now.” You’re not listening to him: mostly focusing on the unbearable pain in your arms and how you’re probably going to die. He picks you up by the broken arms, the aching now feeling like you’re being burnt alive. You can’t help but groan and weakly struggle. “Now, I don’t feel like preparing food anymore. You’re going to starve. Have fun.” You barely process his words. He takes you to another room and weaves you into the floor; limbs hooked under the web below. With no more energy left inside you, you accept your fate. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his handsome drider face staring daggers into you. “Maybe you’ll behave when you wake up,” is the last thing you hear before your consciousness drifts away.

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Tbh i hate this ending but we roll with the punches

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