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The Cat Curse - MC Edition
Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)
Warnings: Heavy hurt|Some comfort, Semi-canon compliant heart condition, Spoilers for current story release (Small mentions of Sylus bond up to 102 and all of Sylus' currently released content).
Word Count: 4170
Written: 23rd December 2024
Notes: New relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs (this time with group chat), with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me.
Now Playing: Monster, by STARSET
You've been responding to his messages, Sylus notes, but something's off. He's been away on some inane business trip, ever since you, the doctor, the fish, the prince and he had visited a new kitty cafe opening. He rarely gets to see you visibly excited, you are worse at showing your feelings on your face than he is. Whenever you're faced with animals, of any kind, even Mephisto, your eyes sparkle and you could easily spend hours upon hours sat with them. Even more so if they let you pet them.
The first time you'd seen the evol kitties, according to the doctor, you'd been unsure. They didn't look like cats. Something off and a little wrong, but they mewed at you and straight away you'd gently stroked their noses. As if unable to hold back.
Since then you would drag any of them along to play kitty cards. You didn't like the game, had no patience for strategy, but you did like petting the cats. Sitting there between every round, barely looking at the board, and tickling small whiskers. Much to the fish's distress.
While Sylus doesn't really care if he wins or loses around you, he's almost assured a win when playing with you because it's simply not something you care about. Distracted and unbothered by the game. He's only relieved that when he sprouted ears and a tail (of the caracal kind), you had been just as enamoured with those. Finally smothering him in affection in the same way, and being distracted by his tail. Though he'd never confess to competing with cats, at this point it's just an everyday occurrence.
He found he enjoyed playing most with the doctor, unlike when the man played with you, he took no soft approach with Sylus, and it was fun to butt heads with him. Stubborn as they both could be. That left you to lean your head on the fish's lap, the prince asleep against your side already, and play with cats, to a backdrop of 'You're cheating', 'I'm simply better at this than you.', 'If you would stop getting distracted-' that you mostly blocked out.
Rounds later, he paid the bill before anyone else got chance to, and picked up some cakes to take back.
Then he'd had his business trip to attend, having moved things around so on your rare day off, you could see everyone. It was never fun to drop you off, Sylus missed you anytime he could not see you, and though he was prideful, he had been honest about not being able to sleep without the sound of your voice. A confession you'd flushed at and tugged at one of the straps of your prosthetic.
He'd watched you waver over how to respond, biting at your lip, and fidgeting, as you fought against your urge to run away from him.
Trying didn't come easy, you'd told him. Honesty and openness, it got even harder when you'd lost your family, it got easier with every day you were given room to breathe by all of them, and every friend you held dear to your 'broken' heart. He didn't want to dig, or poke at old wounds, not now you were trying to live... but he often saw too much of himself in you.
Whether it was because of the way you'd grown up, or his soul inside of you, it made him even more careful and aware of offering you what you offered him.
"I'll miss you too, Sy. Call me, alright?" Your finally settled on, cool metal hand taking his in yours and squeezing. Before he'd left you, reluctant and complaining, he'd pressed kisses over your face, down your neck, and finally pushed you to the wall of your apartment building, to steal all the air from your lungs. Thigh holding you up, as he tangled his hands in your hair.
When he'd tried to pull away, he couldn't quite, leaning back in once, twice, three times, chasing the warmth of your mouth. Over and over.
You'd laughed, pushing him back to breathe, gasping, "It's a week. We'll be fine for a week."
A week... you aren't possessive enough, he thinks, spinning his pen in his hand. Half listening to Luke and Kieran talk. He feels as though he's emptied and lost, missing parts of what makes him who he is, and your messages feel... the same.
He could be reading into it... you're not exactly one to put your heart on your sleeve, or cling. You're independent because you've had to be, and he still hasn't had enough time to get you to lean all of your weight on him.
So he sends a message into the group chat without you, made in order to plan surprises or outings.
🐦‍⬛: Is everything ok back home?
⛄️: Aren't you busy?
🐦‍⬛: I'm taking a break.
They don't have to know he's tuning out his business partners, hoping they'll talk themselves out so he can leave.
🐠: lucky, some of us have r busy
🐠: [Attached photo]
🐦‍⬛: Please tell me that's not paint on my walnut table.
🐠: won't answer u then
⭐️: looks more colourful now
He rubs the space between his eyes, already dreading returning to the mess, and regretting letting the fish use his space for storing work while his studio is being fumigated. The partners at the table tense at his action, but he doesn't bother sparing them a glance, so they relax and resume talking.
🐦‍⬛: Is anyone going to answer my question?
⛄️: Is there a reason you're asking?
He hesitates, it's just a feeling, if he worries everyone, and it's nothing...
No, he didn't get this far by not trusting his instincts.
🐦‍⬛: Kitten's messages have felt off.
Two exclamation reactions are his instant response, the fish and prince. They start to type, then stop, then start again.
🐠: what way?
⭐️: have U called them?
⛄️: Calm down, they took some time off work because of a cold.
🐠: y didn't anyone tell us?
⛄️: I thought they would have asked Tara to contact you, or contacted you themselves?
🐦‍⬛:  They didn't.
⭐️: ive been on mission for a couple of days, i can stop in tomorrow when its over
He puts his phone down too forcefully and looks at the room. He's... irritated. Not like he normally is when it comes to you, a childish way where he can't have enough as he likes from you. Like you're a toy he cannot stop playing with. He's almost angry, but mostly sad.
He's been patient, surely you can at least talk to him if you feel sick?
Sylus is done with this trip, he's bored of listening to people talk nonsense, and he has no need for anything they have to offer. "We're done here, Luke. Kieran."
Waving his hand absently and ignoring protests behind him, he leaves the room, phone in hand.
🐦‍⬛: I'm coming back now.
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Jenna had sent you home, it's not the first time she has. You're terrified one day she'll get bored of having to keep track of your health. Or you'll really let her down, and get you... or more importantly someone else, hurt.
It's probably not a normal mindset to worry so much about what your boss thinks, or to fear disappointing them like they're your parent.
It's not like you have parents to know what's that like... but gran's disappointment every time you got into fights growing up... well it was enough.
Caleb used to cover for you, within reason. He lectured you, told you to pull yourself up and figure it out. That fighting every battle against every jerk you met, reckless and stupid, would get you killed. "Come on pipsqueak, use that energy for something better. Something worthwhile."
So many reasons you didn't want to or couldn't, you wanted to tell him... a hand clenched over your chest.
You were so tired of disappointing them both though, so tired of seeing worn eyes tending to cuts and bruises. Bandaging your back, or fixing the set of your arm.
Being a hunter was that answer. If you used what little life you had in you, unsure when your busted up heart would give out finally, then you could greet Caleb and Gran with pride. Your life was a tool, to make others better.
So every day you weren't working, felt like a day you were failing them... failing to be worth anything other than the core in your chest. A vessel with no purpose or value but to hold something you hated. That could kill you.
It wasn't like you could work like this though... you'd laughed at your partners when they'd sprouted ears and tails. Especially Raffy, he'd been so disgruntled at the fate that had befallen him. This was... probably karma. Pointed, soft ears on top of your head, pinned back against your skull. Pristine white, so they at least blended into your hair.
At your back, a bristled tail, huge and furry... already having picked up some dirt to sully what had been pure white.
It hadn't settled since it had appeared, and you wondered what that said about you...
Fucked up mess. Stupid fool. Useless.
Too loud, everything was too loud. You could hear your neighbours through the walls, all the cars below your apartment, every child crying, dog barking, cat mewling.
It hurts.
You covered your ears with your hand, but noise filtered in through the new set you'd acquired.
Hurts.
You'd grown accustomed to the state of your heart. If you don't pay attention you can miss something, and you care now... perhaps you always did, just too raw like an open wound to let yourself.
It's racing and panicked. You don't need your hunter's watch to know it's too fast. 
Burying yourself into your bed, you cover your head with the duvet, grab at your headphones to shove them into your ears, turning them as loud as they can go, and bury your head under the pillows.
Your phone buzzes at your side, and you don't want to touch it. Scared to leave the cocoon you've built for yourself.
You'd begged Tara to tell Zayne you were sick with a cold, that you would be fine soon. She'd given you a heartbroken look that had made you bristle further, pity. Always pity.
You didn't want pity.
Before your fraying emotions could get the best of you, you'd fled the hunters association, hood up over your head and run home.
You can feel your tail trembling, struggling to swish under the blanket as you struggle to calm down, to at least get some sleep.
Maybe if you sleep it will go away.
Maybe when you wake up you'll feel better.
Useful.
Worth having around.
Not on the cusp of disappearing with nothing to show for yourself.
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When you'd woken up, tail still bristled, and newly acquired fangs digging into your bottom lip. Blood staining the bedsheet, you'd finally fished your phone out from your nest.
3am.
The world was quieter for it, and you wondered if this was part of why Sylus preferred the night to day.
You didn't remove your headphones, but you did finally open up your messaging app, seeing messages from everyone.
TaraTara💖: I hope you're ok bestie, if you need anything let me know.
Number One Lumiere Fan: Tara said you were sick, if you have time, I have a few shows you could watch to waste time. Only one is about Lumiere! Promise!
Simone (the one whose guns explode): Hey! Tara said you weren't doing so hot, if you want some company for a movie night, I make the best soup you'll ever have!
Captain: Remember to actually get some rest, take advantage of the break, alright? Everything will be fine here.
🐠cute fishie 🐠: hey cutie, wat do u think?
🐠cute fishie🐠: [Attached Image]
⭐️little star⭐️: missions going well, how are U?
⛄️sweet snowman⛄️: Tara said you're sick, I'll come over to check on you as soon as I can. Make sure you eat and drink.
🐦‍⬛pretty bird🐦‍⬛: Meetings are always more boring without you kitten, I hope you're missing me as much.
Your tail settles, curling against your side, fur flattening and you try really hard not to cry. You wish you'd thanked Tara when you left instead of fleeing, overstimulated and hurting.
Wounded like the cat you're teasingly referred to as. Feral and ready to hiss and scratch. You've spent so many years shutting people out.
Shutting Gran and Caleb out.
Shutting them out you wasted so much time until it was too late.
Why can't you learn?
You force yourself to respond, trying to sound as much yourself as you can... it's unnerving, to wear a mask over a mask. You wonder if you'll ever recognise your reflection.
You hesitate as you go to respond to your partners. You should tell them, reaching up to roughly pull the ears on your head. They'd understand, they've been where you are. Your brain says you should go to the kitty cafe, find out how to fix it this time around... but being out there, in the noise...
Instead you send some version of you're fine, and things are fine, everything is good. You're good.
You're together. You're useful. You're not a burden.
You aren't fragile and sick and useless.
You are worth keeping around, even when your heart picks up speed again, beating so hard against your chest that you fear the core wants to escape its fleshy vessel.
The straps attaching your prosthetic are digging into your skin, rubbing it raw, but you ache to even try to remove it. Fighting with the buckles and biting at the bit. You're still in your uniform, and you're sure by now you need a shower. The idea of water shooting a shot of anxiety straight into your chest, flaring up your tail, and your ears flatten as far as they can.
No water...
Maybe later.
Or you can really fill out how shit you feel with a wet wipe bath.
Caleb would kill you.
You don't want to think about it anymore. You want to let the quiet take over, or reasonably so with the screamo in your ears. Blasting the noise outside into nothing.
So you go back to sleep. Easing the pain in your heart with the only sure fire way.
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You can't breathe. You can't breathe.
Bolt upright in bed, hissing through your teeth, chest so tight you can feel your ribs.
You flounder, pulling at where your straps should be, but they're gone, no leather under your fingers. So you move to claw at your chest with one hand, gasping.
Hands grab you, and you struggle and you fight and you hiss. Fangs out, feral and ready to claw your way free. Arms far stronger than you pull you against a warm chest, tilt your head back and pills are placed in your mouth. You try to spit them out but a hand is on your throat, rubbing at your larynx. You swallow and then water follows it.
You splutter and cough, and you wriggle and struggle. Your head is pressed against skin, and you sink your fangs in.
Out. Out. Out.
"It's alright, you're alright, I'm here."
Blood fills your mouth and his scent surrounds you and you shiver. Blinking as your heart medication begins to do its job, easing the fractured organ in your chest. You spit, trying to clear your mouth of the taste of metal, shivering and shaking but your chest isn't constricting you now.
"Sy-" You cry outloud, he holds you, not bothered by the blood tricking down his shoulder. Of course he isn't, he heals it, the pain nothing in comparison to watching you choke on air you can't breathe. "Sorry. Sorry." You mumble against his skin, licking where you bit, crying and shaking. Wrapping your arm around his neck.
He assures you, and he rocks you both in his arms, rubbing your back and running a hand through your hair. Careful around your ears, not going far enough down to touch your bristled tail.
He hums and he rocks, and he squeezes you tight enough to ground you.
It's an hour or two later when you can finally feel any semblance of stable. You can't bring yourself to look at Sylus, he's stroking your cheek and wiping tears from your face, and all you can do is stare at the bed. You can't think of what to say.
You didn't take your medication, you hurt him... it's not the first time, but when this happened with Caleb you didn't have a cats' fangs.
Between you opening up and me prying, I prefer the former. He'd told you, after a terrible day, listing every way he would support you.
With all your sharp edge, you place your hand over his on your cheek, "I'm sorry, Sy."
He huffs, turning you in his arms so you're facing each other, but his one hand grips your hip, sturdy. Solid, strong. He doesn't hurt, but escaping would be hard. You try hard not to.
Though you can feel the... your tail swishing.
He looks at it, at your ears, then at you, red nosed and disheveled.
"Explain."
It's a command, brooking little argument, and though normally you'd refuse to take orders, you duck your head now. Avoiding molten eyes and seeking out something to focus on. The hand that was on your head, stretches out in between you both, palm up, and you take it quickly. Toying with his fingers, squeezing it in your own. Finding connection in your hand on his.
"Jenna sent me home, my evol doesn't work, I can't fight. I... it hurt. Everything's so loud."
You can't see it as he frowns, as your ears prick, then settle, seeking out all the things that hurt them. "I went to sleep, thought it would make this go away, but it didn't."
"Why didn't you tell me?" You hear it then, the pain, like he's biting down on glass. Your eyes dart up and his eyes are glassy, warm red gone dull. "You left your prosthetic on. It was rubbing your skin raw at the angle you were sleeping. There was blood on your sheets." He presses his forehead to yours and breathes you in, "Then this. Why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracks, and you want to be sick.
You twine your fingers with his and choke on the words, "I didn't want to be a bother."
He hisses, his grip on your hand almost hurts, but you probably deserve so much worse. You lied to him, to them, and you hurt him. More than just biting at him.
"You need to tell me. No matter what. No matter what I'm doing, beloved. No matter the issue." He kisses your forehead, over and over and over again. "Promise me."
You nod, and curl your pinky around his, just like you used to with Caleb when he made you promise to come to him with an injury. The words are too stuck in your throat, your voice too sore to use, but you nod. Desperately.
"You're not a burden to be carried, kitten. Ever. Do you understand?"
You don't. You want to, but it's hard. There is no part of you that feels easy or fun, but you do love him. So much. More than you thought yourself capable of. More than you wanted, on borrowed time.
"I'll try." You promise, and it feels like you've cycled back around to the start. Promising to figure things out at home, promising to aim for something. A future you're not sure you're going to ever see.
He takes it in earnest, you do not go back on your word. You are loyal and once you trust, you trust with your heart and your soul. It is yourself you do not trust.
Instead he eases you back into his lap and stands, you flinch and release his hand to grab his neck with your hand. "You need to be cleaned up, I'll help." You go to tell him no because it's water, and you're more a cat than even he teases you for, but you have your head in his neck at this angle, and his scent is so strong. Your tail flattens and begins to flick, lazy and soothed. You hear him chuckle, vibrating through his chest and through yours. "I'm not going anywhere."
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Sylus eases you through steps. He's seen you injured, he's seen you with phantom pains, and he's watched you battle nightmares. Wanderers with swords through your chest, your heart stopping, an explosion you can't stop. He knows what you look like when wounded, he also knows that you fear his reaction when you are.
It takes time to heal wounds, he knows that intimately. You'd never shed your rage or anger, not really. When someone has made mention of gods you'd scoffed, when someone has talked about EVER and their many plans to help humanity, you'd snarled. You trust no king, no god, no corporation to fix the world or the people in it. He knows you're always scared but you keep walking forwards anyway, and he admires and loves you for it.
He just wishes you'd take his hand when that happens.
He has not felt fear like seeing your heart failing you in his arms before, and no matter the violence of your struggle, he would let you rip him to pieces to survive.
He has so much time, and his greatest fear is losing you too soon.
He cleans, and he dries, brushing hair and rubbing lotion to ease the burns on your skin. He helps you dress, finding clothes that don't irritate your tail, because at least he is intimately familiar with that, and then he sits you down on the couch with vegetable soup. Not handmade, though he'd rather have done so. He doesn't want to leave you alone, so he orders what he needs. Sending the twins running around. He's sure you'd like to see them, but he's worried their exuberance will agitate the overstimulation you're combatting.
Watching your ears flick this way and that, picking up too much. As though you don't already struggle with the world's input.
He almost feeds you, wanting to heal you with his own hands, like he's anything like the doctor... he's not. His skills are in bloodshed, and he is as sharp edged as you are.
Except you have made yourself a weapon, to be worth the pain, and he was made a weapon, to survive the pain.
He does not move far away, however, kneeling at your feet, and massaging your calves while you eat. You try to pull your legs away, but he keeps them held, and continues his movements. You have soothed his body before, stitched his wounds, kissed where his scars would be, and he will not have you lacking his own love and affection.
A dragon does not love lightly. Though you don't remember the depths he has gone to for you. This is an easy act of devotion.
"You need to tell them too." He finally speaks, as you clear your bowl. He's relieved to see your ears are no longer flat, your tail is not bristled, you are as relaxed as you can be. You nod, guilt written in your face, and he retrieves your phone for you on black and red mist.
Sitting at your side, he grabs your brush and begins to brush your tail. You almost leap into the air, startled and dropping your phone onto the couch cushions. "Sy!"
"Cat fur can get tangled, especially long fur." He smirks, pulling you closer, and brushing through it with long fingers, "So let me take care of it."
You flinch at the contact, stare at where his hand is in the new found attachment, then keeping your eyes trained on your phone, you nod.
He's content to let you write out what you need to, to be honest with the others, he doesn't want to have that job. It's your mission to step out of your self made cage. So he brushes quietly, the twitching tail in his hands restless, but soon as soft as you can be in your relaxed moments.
Your head hits his shoulder, ears twitching in sleep as all the pent up energy and stress escapes you. Held in long white furs in a small brush. You mutter in your sleep, words he can't understand, and whistle through your nose, little noises that make him laugh.
The best, however, is the purring in the back of your throat, broken up by sleep, and the tail that has found its way around his wrist.
He does not move you, but he retrieves a blanket and holds you against him, cheek pressed to the top of your head, against your fur ears, and keeps watch while you finally find some peace.
⛄️: Are they alright?
🐦‍⬛: They will be.
#wonder writes#love and deepspace#sylus#reader x sylus#sylus x mc#lads x mc#lads x reader#sylus x reader#lads#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#this was meant ot be cute and fun to write... it ended up being very venty and i just yeeted it out into the world so godspeed.#mc is a feral cat and so is sylus#one is more feral than the other and no its not the dragon#i might just end up doing so many fake texts just for this group chat#the idea of the boys specific group chat where raffy and sylus actively try to torment each other#while xavier mostly watches but occasionally drops a bomb#and zayne has it muted unless mc's name comes up...#quick notes - mc's heart condition has no cure the medication is to keep it running hence why zayne is so determined to study the heart#they also lost their arm in a wanderer attack. and have nightmares about the chronorift event#after being told their heart couldn't be fixed they basically went out and started fights they had generally good reasons to help someone#but they got hurt a lot and had to be taken care of a lot. caleb suggested they become a hunter in order to put something good in the world#they have a lot of anger over their situation and over what they've learned about gran and the loss of their family#they also have that age ol' chronic illness and disabled fear of being too much for people... it do be like that#i might do a less heartbreaking part two... i really didn't mean to do this.. cries but its out my system... kinda...
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ikigaiday · 7 years ago
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"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my- oh shit are those doughnuts?"
It had been a long day for Xavier. All he wanted to do at this point was go home and crash on to his bed. After a shower of course. A nice, warm shower. Heck, why doesn’t he take a bath? He deserves it, after the Hell week he was just out through. He could sneak his sister’s radio out of her room, maybe steal one of his mother’s bath bombs (if not that he was going to dump a crap ton of bubbles into the bath), bring a book and some ice cold water. Oh yeah, it was going to be great. He let out a content sigh and ran a hand through his somewhat sweaty hair, pulling the strap of his duffle bag up onto his shoulder before he left the locker room.
“See you tomorrow Xav!” One of his friends panted out, still pushing herself on the treadmill.
“See you tomorrow!” He called back with a happy smile and eager wave. Besides the two of them the gym was pretty vacant. There was a buff old man working on presses, a few scary looking guys taking turns at the punching bags, and a girl currently stretching. There were usually about twenty people in the gym, but it was getting late so Exavier didn’t put too much thought into it. He pressed his shoulder against the glass door and left the building without too much haste. He fished his keys out of his hoody pocket, pressing the “unlock” button on his car after he neared it. He wasn’t too focused on much up until that point, he mostly watched his shoes or cars passing on the road. It wasn’t until he had climbed into his vehicle that it registered there was someone else in there.
“Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my—” he started off strong but his voice slowly faded out as he focused on the pink box sitting in the stranger’s lap. “Oh shit, are those donuts?” He wanted to slap himself. There is a— possibly dangerous— stranger in his car and he asks them if they have donuts with them? ‘Yeah, sure dude, you can kill me just let me snag a little doughnut first. Don’t worry, it’s my cheat day.’
“They sure are, and they are all yours if you drive me somewhere.” His voice was bland and brittle, but not too intimidating.
“I don’t know dude, sounds pretty sketchy to me.” Xavier tried to make himself sound skeptical, but he kept eyeing the box of doughnuts.
“My eyes are up here.” Xavier slowly lifted his gaze to meet the dull orange eyes of the male sitting before him. “And I know it’s sketchy. I mean, there is a random stranger sitting in your car, but I brought a peace offering.” He lifted the box and opened the lid. Heavenly chocolate glazed doughnuts with a sinful amount of sprinkles. Xavier had to stop himself from drooling.
He directed his gaze back up at the other male, furrowing his brows. Oh how he wanted to accept the peace offering, but he knew it was a horrible idea. “No, sorry. Please get out of my car. Just go to take a bus.”
“I can’t.”
“Look dude you shouldn’t have spent your money on doughnuts and instead used it for bus fare, here,” Xavier dug a five out of his pocket, “We can just make a trade. Give me the doughnuts and I’ll give you money to take the bus.”
“No.”
“No? You are on the end of your rope. I promise the bus isn’t that bad. It’s probably cleaner than this car.” Xavier waved the bill around in the air, “Its either you take the money and leave the doughnuts or you just get out of my car and walk.”
“Let me rephrase this.” A barrel of a gun was pressed between Xavier’s eyebrows before he could blink, “You will be driving me to a place I need to go.”
His breath got caught in his throat as he slowly raised a hand to push the armed hand away from his face, only to be met with the sound of the weapon cocking. “A-alright dude, jeeze! Just, l-let’s drop the weapon first.”
“No, start the car first.”
“O-okay,” Xavier fumbled with his keys, keeping his eyes trained ahead as he tried to jam them in the keyhole.
“Come on kid.” The weapon was lowered from his face and a hand guided his to put the key in its proper place, then he even helped him turn the engine over. “There you go. Now collect yourself and drive.” It took him multiple minutes, but mostly because his mind was reeling as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. He read something on this once, all he had to do was crash his car then bail while the other male was busy with his confusion. Right. Xavier put his hands on the steering wheel and his foot on the brake, and slowly he put the vehicle into drive. His gaze found the large sign near the turn off onto the road, “Rock Hard Gyms” written across the large billboard on top of the poll. He moved his foot onto the gas pedal and peeled out of his parking space, probably leaving tire tracks on the ground as his car screeched towards the sign. He braced himself for impact, but at the last second his complain reached over and calmly turned the wheel in Xavier’s hands, making him instead turn onto the road. This almost caused a wreck behind them, but the two of them and the car got out unscathed. “Not a fat chance in Hell a trick like that will work on me, but nice try.”
Now Xavier was fucked.
They had been driving for almost two hours. Xavier had found out that the male sitting beside him had brought more than one box of doughnuts. He found out this because he had already stress ate five of said boxes. His companion said nothing about it, though, he simply got a new box as soon as Xavier had finished off the last.
“Take this off ramp coming up.”
“O-okay.” Xavier turned his left blinker on and took the car out of cruise. Once he was completely on the off ramp he let the car coast down it, slowing down to about 45 before he went on his merry way down the deserted road. The road started to veer left after a while, and they were now headed towards a spooky looking forest. Xavier was totally going to be murdered in the woods. Or maybe this guy was taking him to a witch that was going to cook him up.
“So…. why me…? Was I just the random car or–”
“You are the only person, only THING, that can see this place.”
“Excuse…. me…?” Now he was confused.
“You heard me. You are the only person that can see the place I want to go. Only living person, that is.”
“I’m not following.”
The male let out a frustrated sigh and pushed his dark auburn hair back with a hand, “Well you don’t need to. Just shut up and keep driving.”
Silence fell over the two of them, but now Xavier was filled with even more questions than before. So he wasn’t going to be murdered? No no, this guy had to be messing with him. He was still going to be murdered. Though, he couldn’t help but get his hopes up.
“…. wait, if you can’t see it then why do you need to go?”
He groaned, “I liked you better when you were pissing yourself in silence.” The other male was quiet for a while, just staring out the window. “I just can’t see the entrance. You are the only living person that can see the entrance. Once I’m in I’ll be able to see.”
“Oh….” Xavier wasn’t as satisfied with the answer to the question as he thought he would be.
It was another thirty minutes before they came to a fork in the road. He was told to go left, so he did. The forest kept getting creepier the deeper they went, but then it became light. Or somewhat light. Millions of fireflies floated amongst the foliage, dragging Xavier’s attention away from the road every once and a while. He always thought fireflies were cool, but there weren’t any in the city he lived in.
“Hey dipshit, eyes on the road.”
He sighed and moved his gaze back onto the road.
Thirty more minutes. Still nothing.
Twenty, the fireflies were starting to thin out.
Five, it was now pitch black again. Well, besides the headlights.
Ten, Xavier was certain the male was yanking his chain and really was just bringing him all the way out here just to kill him.
Out of seemingly nowhere a large gate appeared multiple meters before the vehicle. It didn’t look like there was anything behind it, just void. It was a little creepy. No, really creepy. Xavier slowed the vehicle to a quick stop and leaned forwards a bit to stare up at the gate.
“I guess we are at the gate, then.” The man almost smiled to himself, “Just keep driving. It will open to you.”
Xavier started to drive again, but this time even slower than before. The vehicle crawled towards the gate, to which it slowly opened. Once it was all the way open Xavier drove on through, no longer scared of crashing into anything. That is, until he couldn’t see a thing.
It was like a bright light had just been shone into his eyes. Everything went white, and he immeaditely slammed on his breaks. The car practically drifted to a halt, jerking his body around, but he was too worried about the sudden blindness.
Colors started to come back as fuzzy little blotches, just occasionally peeping through the white. Finally his vision came back to him and he was left to stare down a beautiful, sunny street surrounded by tall buildings and bustling with all different kinds of… creatures.
“Welcome to Draga, the most populous city of Ofren.” The auburn haired male no longer looked as human as before. His dull eyes were now a burning orange, while his dark olive skin now had a rough, rock like texture coating most of it ( from what’s Xavier could see it was on the tops of his arms and on the sides / back of his neck. Plus some on his cheeks). But, believe it or not, Xavier wasn’t too shocked. Mostly just relieved he hadn’t been murdered yet.
Emphasis on “yet”.
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“Alright, thanks for the ride.” The male unbuckled himself and started to open the passenger side door.
“Wait, that’s it?”
“Yep.”
“You aren’t going to kidnap me? Well you kinda already did but, you aren’t going to hold me hostage?”
“I didn’t kidnap you.”
“You held a gun to my head.”
“It was just a little harmless persuasion.”
“You held a gun to my head and cocked it!”
The auburn haired male pulled his weapon back out of his holster and cocked it, aiming it at the sky before he pulled the trigger.
Xavier flinched, waiting for the bang, but all that happened was a small squirt of water flew up into the air.
“You’re shitting me.”
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