kingdom come undone | Kylo Ren x Reader

part one | chapter three

Thinking about every single thing Kylo Ren had ever said to you seemed to be your new hobby.

In the morning, you would think back on your first two meetings, on the Finalizer. There weren't many details in those conversations that you hadn't already obsessed over, trying to find any hidden meanings laced in his words. But, as far as you figured, there weren't any to be found.

In the afternoon, you would ruminate on the meetings you'd had here, on Starkiller. He had only been back twice since his first eventful visit, both times unexciting and short. He would barely speak when you saw him, and you would only say a few pleasantries, and perhaps make a comment about your eternal boredom. He always ignored the latter, and seemed to only tolerate the former. You'd long since stopped questioning his reasons for keeping you alive, let alone for keeping you around, when he didn't appear to particularly want to.

At night, you would wonder what else could happen, how else he would manage to find his way under your skin and occupy more space in your mind. He wasn't unpredictable, per se, but while his motives and face remained hidden you wouldn't be able to get a good read on him. Your guesswork was no better than the soothsayers who would crop up in dusty trading ports, claiming to be able to see the future and tell your fortune. At least they got paid for their efforts.

All you got for yours was mush.

There was no variation in the food they brought you, just as there was no variation in the schedule. As soon as your chronometer flicked to 1700, the blast door would open and a Stormtrooper would walk through with the same tray, same plate, same mush. The only change in this routine was which Stormtrooper brought it to you. It alternated between your two guards, the woman you had talked to your first day and another one who has never uttered a word to you.

They, like Kylo Ren, ignored any snarky comments you had for them. Despite the lack of reaction, however, you didn't stop, taking advantage of whatever form of amusement you could.

You watched from your bed as the chronometer changed to 1658.

Two minutes until slop.

You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. As much as you looked forward to the act of being given the food, you dreaded actually having to eat it.

Sometimes, when you were younger and didn't want to do something, you would hold your breath until your face turned red. You never succeeded in actually passing out, as was the threat, but maybe with your increased adult lung capacity you could achieve self-induced fainting.

Morbid curiosity.

What else were you going to do with your abundance of free time?

Holding your breath, you continued watching the chronometer, which was now a minute further. In the noiselessness, not even breathing, your ears perked at a faint sound, so faint that you almost believed it didn't exist.

Chirrp. Beep. Beeep. Piiing.

And the blast door opened, the same two Stormtroopers walked in, mush ready for you to eat. But as you tried to discreetly catch your breath, you couldn't be bothered to talk to them, your head swimming. If it was from the lack of oxygen or the realization that was slowly dawning on you, you weren't sure.

The code that they had punched into the keypad on the other side of the door made four distinct sounds.

Now that. That was interesting.

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You examined the keypad by your door, secured into the wall at shoulder height. You'd looked at it before, never for long, afraid of someone entering the room unexpectedly and being caught red-handed, unable to defend yourself against whatever accusation would come your way. But General Hux, the man whose identity had escaped you when he visited, had not been back since. And Kylo Ren's visits were randomly timed, but you trusted your gut feeling that today was not a day he planned on visiting. The only people who consistently visited you were the Stormtroopers who brought you food and got your trash, respectively.