Cruor (JTHM x Reader)

V ?????

It's been 6 months you've been talking to Nny. 6 FUCKING months of almost stepping on body parts when you walk into his house. You are sure those are props, definitely sure... You don't have to deal with the totem anymore, but it seems ever since that, Nny is more drained of energy any time he visits. Maybe it being at his house had a psychological effect on him? Like how it did to you. The only thing that mattered now to you, was making sure he was happy. Just seeing the small edge at his mouth curved makes your stomach flutter, as if you swallowed a butterfly and it laid eggs in there. You still worked, despite the lack of needing to pay bills, you've never had to.
While you were sitting on your couch, thinking, you started to feel the gaze of Nny's eyes. You looked at him and asked what, he just shrugged and mumbled to himself. That was another thing. You've dealt with his psychotic fits of rage, but he didn't break anything. He may be crazy, but he had respect. You looked at the clock and realized it was 2am. "Hey, Nny. Do you think you should be heading home? It's really late." You asked him.
He sat there in silence for a moment, but you continued with, "You don't have to leave if you don't want to, I just thought you might have something to do." That was a lie. He wasn't ever in a hurry often unless it was for 'unspecified matters'. You liked him being over there, you have been alone for so long, it was nice to have someone around to make conversation with. He answered with, "I don't think I need to kill anyone today, so I might stay longer." You chuckled at his words, he always talks about killing people but you assume it's a joke, you hope.
   You were both sitting there, watching TV. Well, he was, you were thinking more on unimportant reasons. He started talking about something random, probably to break the silence. "Did you know there used to be a torture method in ancient Chinese times? It was called The Iron Bull." You hummed to notify you were listening. He started again, "A person would be put in a cauldron shaped as a bull with water in it. There would be a bonfire beneath it, boiling the person alive."
.... You nodded and said that was interesting. At this point, you don't question. You were starting to get tired of your own thoughts, so you decided to watch whatever the hell the fucking psychopath was. And it was FUCKING RICK AND MORTY. He was laughing his balls off though and that made you smile and chuckled again. It made you so joyous to see him like this. He suddenly looked at you and said, "Hey what's so funny." You shot him a look of confusion. "You know what I am saying don't you. You were laughing just a moment ago."
You looked around nervously and came up with a quick excuse,  "The show was funny heh." He rolled his eyes and mumbled something about being wacky or some shit. You sighed and pushed your (h/c) hair behind you ear. There was no way you can let him know about that, you don't think he could exactly understand it.

NNY'S POV
I was sitting there watching this one show, it was really fucking hilarious, this one kid fuckin died. Haha. I had just told (Y/N) about the Iron Bull thing and they just laughed a little bit and continued to stare off. They've seemed a little bit out of it recently, whatever, it doesn't seem like I can help anyway. I continued to watch that show but zoned out, I was thinking back to hearing screams from those one freaks I saw picking on this kid in the alley, haha fun times. I laughed so bad thinking about it, it was just so fucking funny. Y/N looked over at me from the side of their eyes and chuckled a bit. Are they catching on to me? No, they probably think I'm a freak. They just pity me and let me hang around.
  I started to question them about it, they just looked at me, trying to hide how nervous they were and said that the show was funny. I still don't believe them, but I can't prove that they have done anything. It wouldn't make sense for them to let me hang around since I helped them with that freakish totem thing. That would be stupid. Gah, I hate not knowing.
  I decided not to dwell on it as much, this is my time away from the wall. My time with (Y/N). I feel like they only like me out of pity, but I feel like always being there for them. I know I couldn't do that all of the time, I have business to attend to. But I want to help when I can, and that's what I'm going to do. This show is starting to get really fucking boring though, how do people stand this.

Y/Ns POV
You and Nny sat there for another 20 minutes of silence, and you hated it so much. It feels so alone, it feels like silence slowly devours you, and it hurts. He sighed, breaking the barrier. You cleared your through and started conversing, "What do you plan on doing tomorrow?"
"It is tomorrow." He replied.
This little smartass. You said 'oh' quietly and picked up a magazine from the coffee table. You put it down and laid your head back, closing your eyes. Next thing you feel is a small amount of pressure and warmth on your legs. Nny had unknowingly made his way onto your side of the couch. He had been slowly moving within each moment closer, you don't think he did it intentionally. Honestly, you didn't mind, so you let him sit there as long as he wished, or, until you feel asleep, that is.

God. I hate this so much but whatever bc I wanted to feed you guys (or whoever actually reads this) more since I haven't updated in a while. I'm gonna have to research more weird anatomy facts for this for coming chapters, hopefully my FBI agent doesn't mind. (yus 1066 words)