We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Making o̶u̶t̶ up

Good morning/afternoon/night to you, hopefully this chapter will be fun? Also while I was writing this my dog was snoozing next to me which was nice ^_^

'Just as you did you felt the hands reappear, this time grabbing onto the curve of your hips, slowly dragging you back down.'

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" You tried kicking around but couldn't find anything. "He's got me by the hips, what do I do?!" You shouted out desperately.

"(y/n), I need you to stay calm and concentrate on getting out of there." Bucciarati ordered you, trying to stay calm himself.

"This bastards really got a hold on her..." Mista groaned, pulling on your other arm harder. It wasn't helping and you were only sinking down further. It was like he was enjoying being able to watch you loose hope the further you sank.

'Why am I always the one that needs help...I should've stayed in the turtle...I'm just weighing them down...' you felt your heart sink with guilt but shook it away.

'What's the plan, wha can I do? I need to escape here...' you kicked again and this time you felt your foot collide with something and heard a faint sound of pain from below the surface.

'So I can hit them...which means I can attack...!' You stayed still, waiting for the enemy to grab you again.

"(y/n)! We need your help, try to pull yourself up!" Mista complained. You ignored him and continued to focus on your legs.

"(y/n), we don't have time for this!" Bucciarati shouted at you.

You felt arms grab onto your thighs and begin to harshly pull you under, you could feel their fingers digging into your muscle and you winced.

You violently shook away their hands, forcing them to let go of you and you felt the concrete rush over your head. You made sure to take a deep breath before you were pulled under.

You heard Mista and Bucciarati's desperate shouting from above but it was muffled, like you were underwater. You experimentally moved your arms about, testing how easy it was to move around. It was like the ground had turned to goop, it wasn't sticky but was certainly restrictive.

'Now, how do I find them?' You searched around with your arms, trying to act like you were desperate. You felt a hand on your thigh and another one harshly grip behind on your waist, making you jump at the close contact. The touch surprised you, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin and you felt sick bubble in your stomach.

"Cioccolata!" You heard a strained high pitch voice from the direction of the touch and you tried to swing round to punch the enemy but the ground was hardening, preventing you from moving fast enough to get him.

"Where the hell are you?!" You shouted angrily but you felt earth press against your mouth, begging to enter.

You felt yourself quickly running out of breath and exhaustion taking over you. The hands left your body momentarily before they reappeared. This time one on your hip and the other on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You instinctively tried to jerk away as the hand began to creep up towards your neck.

"I've got to kill you..." you heard the voice again, a frenzied laugh followed.

You didn't have much time left, you probably only had fifteen seconds at most, maybe less if you continued to panic.

You felt the hand roughly squeeze around your neck and your weakly raised your hands to wrap around the arm, trailing down them to figure out where your opponent was. Your fingers brushed at something and you figured it was his shoulder.