↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 - 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

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[ any reader ]

"No peeking."

"I'll peek if I want to." Your father declares and you playfully roll your eyes. "Go hide would you? I'm on a winning streak here."

Chuckling, you hurry out of the room as he turns his back and sighs, counting out loud so you can hear. Heart thumping with adrenaline, you race through the section of the factory you both agreed on for today's game. You might be sixteen going on seventeen, but age won't stop you playing a classic game of hide-and-seek.

"Hello," you whisper to the lycan who hops down and blocks your pathway. "Don't tell dad where I am. Our secret, okay? Ssh." The lycan tilts its head and scurries away, leaving you to crouch and hide with a cheesy grin. He'll never find you here.

At least he wouldn't have, if it weren't for Sturm stomping over and revving his chainsaws, pulling an irked grunt from you.

"Do you mind?" You whisper shout. Another rev and the blades begin to rotate. "Hey! Cut it out you're gonna lead him right to us! Stop oh my-fine, go hide too. But be quiet." Sturm turns away and hides in your line of sight, leaving you to roll your eyes.

A distant thud followed by another bang has you frowning. The muffled voice encouraging you to carefully leave your hiding space, since your curiosity always gets the better of you. The voice definitely isn't familiar.

Wanting to investigate, you check your father is nowhere nearby and motion for Sturm to stay put on your way past. Discovering a stranger rummaging through drawers and cabinets, you stop in the doorway.

"Who are you?" Your voice startles him as the blond whirls around, seeming relieved.

"Oh thank god, another human. A kid? How old are you?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to people I don't know."

"Understandable. Listen, I'm a little lost. I appear to be going round in circles here, could you maybe give me a way out?"

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you?" You ask again, more sternly than last time. Two lycans appear by your side, growling deeply with their fangs gritted.

"Ethan. Ethan winters." He gulps. "I've been searching for that freak Heisenberg all goddamn day. Look, kid, I just need a little help getting out of here alright? I mean no harm."

"Why are you looking for my dad?"

"Your... He's your father?"

A familiar chuckle sounds behind you. "Well well," your father gives you the slow clap, knowing how much you hate it. "[Y/n], I'm not overly thrilled that you make me play these silly little games but you could've chosen a better hiding spot. You know I like a challenge."

He raises an arm to rest it against the doorframe, finally peering into the dim room. "I don't recall giving you permission to enter my factory. Nor do I recall giving you permission to be alone with my kid."

"I'm just here for you."

"Well you're in luck, you got me."

"Is this not the man you wanted dead?" You question and your father shrugs a shoulder.

"I figured I'd give him a second chance. But I get the impression he doesn't want to join me on my quest."

"Damn right I don't." He raises his gun which flies from his grasp before he can pull the trigger. A flick of your hand and a metal rod curls around his throat, gradually tightening until he's gasping for air.

"I don't get a lot of time with my dad because he's busy most of the time, meaning I don't get to see him as much as I'd like. I'm not going to let a human ruin today for either of us." You pin him to the wall with metal securing his legs and arms.

Your father quickly wipes the look of guilt from his face when you turn around. "Well," he puts on a smile, "Ethan, why don't you stay here, think it over. My offer is still on the table. Not many people would give you this many chances. Keep that in mind."

You relax once his gloved hands settle on your shoulders from behind. Sending a simple look to the lycans, they move closer to Ethan and keep their eyes trained on him.

"We'll finish this later." Your father states before squeezing your shoulders. You take the signal and exit the room with him following closely behind. "Why don't we start over. You clearly need time to think of a new hiding spot."

"I think my spot was perfect, actually."

"I found Sturm without even intending to. It was an awful spot."

"Wha-Sturm!" He gives an apologetic rev of his chainsaws and you exhale. "Fine. I'll find somewhere better."

"Do better this time. Go on." He chuckles as you skip across the bridge, glancing over your shoulder to check Sturm is trailing behind. Finding that he's matching your pace, you hum away to yourself and search for somewhere better.

Somewhere much, much better.

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