Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Black, Dark, Cold Void

Emma: I've told you, you don't need to wear those.

Emma has met you at the door of the facility. Usually, she only does that to make sure you go where she wants you to go.

Brooklyn: You don't have to tell me twice.

She starts to take her glasses off.

You: Wait.

You grab her hand.

You: But Nick said-

Emma: Nickolai is an idiot.

She reaches forward and removes the glasses herself.

Brooklyn: Ah, fresh air.

You: Oh shut up, you could still breathe. Give those back, Emma.

She snaps them in half. Your mouth falls slightly open.

Emma: They're completely pointless. She did not hit her head that hard.

Brooklyn: YES!

Emma: You're just worried because your concussion in the simulation was bad enough that you couldn't leave a room for three weeks.

Brooklyn: And you lost your memory. That was crazy.

You: But Ni-

Emma: I told you, he's a moron. I've talked to him before, and I don't know how they let him be the project's caretaker in Russia.

She sets the broken pieces on a table.

Emma: Completely pointless piece of junk.

You: Whatever. So, why'd you meet us out here?

Emma: To make sure you came straight to your room.

You: We can't see Clementine first?

Emma: No. She is in your room.

You: Really? How?

Emma: We made it work. She wanted to be there, and I managed to get her into Brooklyn's old bed. If that's ok with you.

She gestures to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: Yeah, totally. Didn't plan to use it. But if we could set me up on a real, comfy couch or something, that'd be nice.

Emma: I had one moved in there.

Brooklyn: So much foresight from one person. Amazing.

You: Is she doing alright? Nothing has happened to her yet?

Emma: No, nothing has happened yet. I expect that to be a few months away. I will keep you updated.

You glance over and see a janitor mopping the floors.

You: Oh hey!

You turn back to Emma.

You: The lock to our shed was smashed. I assume someone broke it, so could you have some people sent over to check it out while we're here?

Emma: No one should be able to get onto your property.

Brooklyn: That's what we said.

Emma: We would have been alerted.

You: Well, still. I don't like knowing that the lock was smashed, and I don't know what did it.

Emma: I'll contact the guards, have them check it out.

You: Thank you.

Emma: It's our job to keep you safe and healthy.

You: Tell that to Clementine.