Whitty x Reader

I See You. ( part 1 )

"A room for six nights, please," you stated to the hotel receptionist. Staying in one place for a while wasn't really your thing, but you heard there was a five-day long singing competition with promise of a pretty big cash prize. Having no home and barely any belongings, competing for cash with your skills and hopping from place to place was just fine for you.

"We only have one room with two queen beds. Will that be alright?" The receptionist inquired. Had it been a bit earlier and if you hadn't been so exhausted from traveling you might have decided to find another hotel. Seriously, that's just a waste of space, and you hated looking at wasted space.

You headed up to the second floor with nothing but your key card and a bag of your few possessions. Making it to your room, you got settled and sat down on one of the queen beds. Your head turned ever so slightly to look at the other bed. It was...empty. No duh.

You couldn't help but feel a bit lonely.

It was about time to make your way to the club to sign up for the competition.

There were a few interesting faces here, you thought. Some demons, some spooky looking dudes and a young guy with blue hair and fashion sense from the 90's. All of them were chatting amongst each other and some were even doing some practice rounds. Looks like there weren't too many competitors this time. You were grateful because this meant you might leave early, but at the same time a bit disappointed since you appreciated a good challenge.

You signed up and decided to take a stroll around town while you waited to compete. Not like there was anything better to do. It was just like every other town, some food shops, corner stores, 7/11's, pretty basic stuff. The further you went however, the town wore a more sinister look. Graffiti littered the walls and trash became more frequent on the streets. People walked quickly and most of them kept their faces hidden. Run of the mill shady figures in other words.

You were going to head back, until you heard some commotion in an alleyway.

"hey man, I don't want anyone knowin' I'm here..."

You heard a deep and raspy voice speak. He sounded like he was trying to intimidate someone into leaving him alone. Now, normally you don't get involved in others business, but this time you really couldn't help it. You decided to peek around the corner just enough as to not be seen. You saw the blue-haired guy from earlier and a woman in a red dress.

And that's when you saw him.

A tall, dark, lanky figure towered over his two disruptors. He was slouching, but it was clear this dude was easily 8ft. or even taller. He was looking down at these strangers with a hard scowl and intense orange eyes. You had never seen someone with such unique features before, and you were sure you'd seen a few "interesting" faces. He was so scary and yet, your gaze never left this strange..."man"? You weren't even sure if this guy was even human. Wait, was his head a bomb!?

Then he started rapping. 

It seemed like the shorter dude beneath him provoked him to do it, and you were kind of glad he did. His voice resembled an electric guitar, you thought. harsh, hard and unnerving all at once. But for whatever reason, you found it soothing. You stayed just far enough behind the wall so they wouldn't see you but close enough to view this amazing performance.

They were going at it for a little while, and the longer it went the mysterious tall rapper got more and more aggressive. It was scary, but you were simply too enthralled to be frightened.

Then, your heart nearly stopped. The bomb guy clutched his mic and threw it violently onto the ground. You could have sworn the ground shook and reality seemed to have been altered. The tall being let out an ear piercing scream; he was clearly at his limit. You covered your ears but kept your eyes wide open. There was no way you were missing this.

His rapping became the most intense performance you had ever witnessed. His arms were hung in a way that would make you think he'd given up, but his malice and passion to keep going was told in his everything else. He was yelling, screaming even.  You were terrified but your legs couldn't move. The 90's fashion disaster sounded like he had a hard time keeping up. little Red was no longer swaying to the beat, and instead just stood in place while shaking in fear.

This might have been going on for three minutes or so, but it felt like an eternity.

Bomb dude stopped rapping, and for a moment shared a look with blue-haired boy. A look that said, "don't ever mess with me again. I'll kill you." 

In those brief seconds, the woman and mega shorty didn't waste any time. They ran past you in the alleyway, too terrified to notice you at all.

You stayed in place not really knowing what to do or what to think about the situation you just witnessed.

You peeked around the corner.

The bomb guy was still enraged, but something really unexpected occured.
He clutched his head and collapsed to the ground. Now on all fours, he slammed his hand down as hard as he could. Black liquid looked as though it was falling from his face and pooling on the floor. Was he...crying?

Oh yeah. You could tell. You knew that cry. It was one of anger, pain and frustration.

He was punching the ground still, but each hit became softer after the last. Eventually he stopped and just quietly cried. You could hear him though, and your heart ached. Guilty as charged you couldn't help it when someone was sad. You had to do something.

You had a bag on you with all the essentials. Gum, phone, wallet...and of course - tissues.

You had no idea how to approach him. He was a giant compared to you and could easily crush you with one blow if he wanted. But for some reason, you knew he wasn't a bad person. So you walked, quietly as not to alarm him.

He was standing now and facing the wall away from you with one hand on it to keep himself up. He was still slouching pretty bad, but the closer you got the more you realized he was definitely bigger than just 8ft. You finally reached him with tissue in hand.

"Excuse me" you said in soft tone.

He quickly turned around with a shocked expression. Down his eyes ran a black shiny liquid. You assumed these were his tears.

"I thought you could use this..."

You held up the tissue as high as your arms would allow. Damn, he really was tall.

He stared down at you. In that moment, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He was trying his best to look intimidating - and he did...but it was clear In them was anger, sorrow, resentment...and a saying that so profoundly said, help me.

Of course you knew that look. How could you not? Sometimes you found mirrors making the same expression.

Hesitantly, he took the tissue from your hand. It looked so small in his own. Averting his gaze from you, he slowly wiped the black tears from his eyes and hoarsely asked, "are you mocking me?"

It made sense. Of course, you were a stranger to him, probably not so much unlike those other two who shamelessly messed with this poor guy. Despite not even knowing him yourself, you felt a connection. It may have been one sided on your part, but you just couldn't bring yourself to leave without doing something. You could only think of one thing to say.

"No. I see you."