Desiderium ~ TPN X Reader [Hiatus]

[5. ᴅɪꜱɢʀᴜɴᴛʟᴇᴅ]

[This chapter has been loosely edited]

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Arriving at the main hall, I could only look on in horror.

Rows and rows, columns and columns, aisle to aisle.

All seats available, full of children with dead eyes accompanying a monotone look. They only looked worse than they did before. Their terrible comatose state, if even possible, seeming to be somewhat worse from the last time I saw them.

The machine looking thingy that is attached looked even more complicated than ever. Cylinder looking tubes are muffling their mouths. Wires from machinery to another eventually leading to the children. In addition to the already horrid cables snaking around the children, the odour emitted from them was obnoxious, piercing through my sinuses with a sharp stab.

Is it just me? Am I imagining things? Are they breathing through those mouthpieces?

cough

I looked behind me to see a demon. As usual, they had those hideous masks of theirs covering their - I would assume - hideous faces-those rotten faces, rotten to the core, not deserving of anything, not even food. But the most worthless, undeserving despicable piece of shit of them all?

Andrew

"Stop glaring at me, girlie. You look like a kitten trying to eat a damn bear," A gruff voice resonated throughout the room. That definitely wasn't Liber; his voice is soft and gentle.

Unlike this shitty being. Harsh and coarse.

"If you're done with those pointless glares, then we can move to the next part," the same obnoxious voice huffed, "There are 3 machines in total, one for food, another for water and the last for oxygen,"

He or it pointed at three different machines away from the children. One was black and had an illustration of a loaf of bread, a small lever on the side with nothing else and on top was some sort of container about the size of an entire torso - presumably the machine for food.

An identical machine right beside it, only this time, was a dull grey wanting to replicate the midnight black of its twin machine - the same old container on the top and lever at the side. Instead of a slice of bread illustrated on the machine, a mediocre painting of a water bottle stuck on it.

The last machine was very distinct from the other two. Instead of the usual monochromatic colour, it was an obnoxiously bright blue. In the place of the normal illustration, it was a very bold letter 'O'. Replacing the humongous container on the top was a tiny transparent tube, and instead of being fixed to the building, there were wheels underneath it.