Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 3 - {The Factory and Experiments}

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It was only (Y/N)'s first day having to work with Heisenberg and she already dreaded this man more than she did in the first place. Deep within her still humane heart, she knew that James would never turn his back on her and soon, he would come back to save her. Oh, how naïve was she to think of that.

Right then, the (H/C) haired girl was walking with Heisenberg as he showed her around the factory, starting from the floor B1 whereas it was a floor meant as storage, then lower to the floor B2 which contains the electrical parts for the factory. Along the way, a few soldat soldiers could be seen which made her cringed in disgust and walked closer to Heisenberg much to her dismay. Those soldiers looked very monstrous, something that humanity should never think of and better to be left alone as a wild, sickening, and crazy ideas. Human bodies' parts were either taken out or just straight being experimented on, exchanged or melded with metal parts. Either one or both of their arms were changed with drills, face covered with visors, and a piece of reactor implanted on their chests. It was truly a sight of nightmare and she had to contain herself from throwing up.

However, the genius man behind the experiment himself explained everything as if those were something of a huge prize and achievements. His possessed prizes, fruits of his crafty hand work and labor. He spoke with pride imbued in every word that he let out from his lips. His body language showing his theatrical side to make things more dramatic.

Her thoughts raced, thinking if she would end up like one of them if she were to disobey the tall man that walked near her, still explaining about the rooms and occasionally told her about the experiments he was working on with his subjects with the very same enthusiastic behavior. This also showed a somewhat ironic part of the man, it was as if he had never actually had a chance to talk with another living being. A part of her, began to feel pity for him, but it was shrugged off right away.

Their walks and idle talk continued as they walked down through the manufacturing area of floor B3 and down to the B4 where he kept his materials. Heisenberg's steps suddenly came to a halt and this made (Y/N) bumped to the male. His body was sure hard as steel that she fell and braced herself for the contact with the ground which never came. Instead, her waist met a strong arm that halted her fall. "I can't have you falling for me now, can I? since we've just met, and I barely know you at all." His face was incredibly close to hers, his infamous smirk playing at his lips as he pulled her up to his chest.

A faint trace of blush was fighting its way to (Y/N)'s face, but she managed to fight it back, thinking that it was just him showing his kindness to her, nothing more. After all, her heart still belonged to James. "I am not falling for you. Had it not been for your sudden stop, I wouldn't have bumped into you nor fall." She was examining his facial features closer, he truly looked like the opposite of her boyfriend, he had a messy, shoulder length silver hair and unkempt beard, eyes that were a shade of brown, hidden beneath his sunglasses, unlike James who had a clean and sharp facial feature. "Thank you for catching me nonetheless." She thanked him as she forced herself out of his grip.

The trip of the factory will finally come to an end, or so (Y/N) thought, until suddenly, a huge roar of engine just like what she had heard earlier before she met Heisenberg came to their attention once again. Heisenberg growled, turned to the source of the noise and yelled at whatever it was to shut up. "What was that?" (Y/N) asked the mechanic, "It was something that it's better left unknown for now. A failure." He spoke with a hint of shame.

"Let's leave it at that, our tour of the factory is over." He announced as he took out a cigarette and lit it easily. He took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He soon continued his steps to get up to the higher levels of the factory with (Y/N) following closely behind him.

"You have been living in this factory all alone by yourself?" the female asked out of curiosity to confirm that he would be the only problem, the only wall between her and her freedom to get out of the factory. He sighed as he ran a hand over to his fedora hat and tipped it down to cover his forlorn expression. "Sadly yes," He stopped in his tracks to take a look around the factory that was filled with machines, shelves, and metal parts "And you are my first and only guest of honor here. But I must say that having you as my first guest is a luck to me."

"So you can just use me as another hand to help you escape?" His laugh was an answer to her rhetorical question. "Yes, you also happen to need a help to escape from this village. We share a common goal, so it is not that bad, don't you agree?" She folded her hands in front of her chest and huffed, knowing that he was right. "And I want to learn more about the outside world from you."

(Y/N) was taken aback by his last sentence. Had he never been to the outside world? Never took a single step outside of the village? Not even once in his lifetime? The meaning behind her expression was crystal clear to the male. "Indeed, my dear. I have never made a contact with the outside world, let alone stepping out of this Village because of that wretched witch Miranda." His teeth were gritted as hatred flew through the curse he had for his supposed to be 'mother'. The metal parts around them began to rise from the ground. (Y/N) of course noticed this, but once again, rather than fear, the young female's expression softened into that of a pity. "No, don't you dare give me that look after accusing me as the monster I am." He shook his head to the side.

"I am very sorry about that." She didn't know what had gotten through her, but she just felt like those words were needed to be said. And just like the magnetic man he was because of the parasite within him, she was lured in close to his side, not by his power, but by her feelings for him. The feelings were ones of sadness, empathy, guilt and regret.

She was sad for him to have lived a long life filled with torture because of the experiments he received and he did. It must have been a nightmare to him. She felt the empathy for the condition he was living in and how he had longed for freedom just like she wanted. She felt guilty and regret that she had accused him when all he did was to save her life in hope of finally getting help from her and how he just wanted her company within his presence.

She engulfed him in a warm hug before she knew it and he froze on the place. His cigarette fell to the floor and a warmth spread within his cold chest. Although, before he could react, (Y/N) had pulled back, "I am sorry I didn't know why I did that."

He tried to play tough and scoffed, "It's alright, however, that will be the only one time you were to hug me like that." He looked down on his wasted cigarette and stomped softly on it to put the fire out. They both soon returned to his main chamber where the two would take a rest. She would have to live with him in his chamber because the factory held no other habitable room like the chamber. He had offered her to sleep on his bed, but she refused politely, telling him that she was just a guest and she was used to the couch. He didn't argue with this and thus, he would sleep on the bed and she would sleep on the couch.