Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Eight.

"Huh?" Karl looked at me with what I assumed was confusion, though I can't see his eyes. The fork lifted back up and he took another bite of pasta.

"You know— big," I motioned to my body a little, suddenly insecure with the figure I'd grown to love, despite a lot of people's distaste for it.

Karl set his fork down and turned to look at me, an eyebrow raised. "You're stuck on that?" I assume he could tell the question stemmed from all those 'chubster' comments because he sighed. "Listen, kid, no matter what your body looks like, be proud of it."

I already knew that. He was just avoiding an answer. "So I am that big."

Asking the question I did was risky, since I couldn't tell if my mentality was prepared for the cold hard truth.

In the end, it wasn't.

I stand up, setting my plate of food to the side before heading straight out the door. I turn left this time; heading anywhere I could feel alone.

My eyes start to well up with tears as I run, getting angry with myself. Why does his opinion matter? No one else's did, not my parents nor my friends. Not even those bitches in school.

So why was it that him thinking of me as fat hurt so damn bad? It's like I needed him to tell me that I wasn't fat for me to believe it. What a toxic thing to do to him.

Up ahead my blurred vision caught sight of a mining tunnel and I ran in, relaxing against the wall.

I pulled my knees up and let my head rest on them; crying softly so I wouldn't disturb the soldaten working to mine.

"I wanna go home..." The words fell from my lips before I registered them, but the more I thought about it the more I missed the feeling of my parent's hugs. My friends laughs.

Everything.

I missed everything about home, and over the past two days, there had been no sign of me getting back there. I wanted to find a way.

"Bitch? Where are you? y/n?!" Karl's voice suddenly reached my ears and I buried my head into my legs farther, trying to make myself invisible.

I heard footsteps in the echos of the metal floors and sniffled, realizing that I'd have to clean up my face from crying.

"y/n!" The gravelly voice was closer now, and I looked over to see him at the entrance of the cave. He let out a small sigh, hand resting on his chest. "For fucks sake you idiot!"

Was he... worried?

I adjust my position and mumble nonsense, staying curled in the ball. Heisenberg got closer before crouching down; staring at me without a word.

Was he waiting for me to say something? His glare is making me nervous.

"What is it? Do you need anything?" I didn't mean to sound so snarky, I wasn't mad at him. He didn't even do anything wrong, I was just— being petty.

"I need you to fucking look at me, that's what I need," His words were final, and my stomach grew butterflies.

My head slowly turned, looking over at him to see that same bearded face I'd grown used to. "What?"

He takes my chin in his hand gently and I assume he's looking at me, but once again, I can't see his eye movement.

"You were crying," He observes out loud as if I didn't know.

Just as I'm about to retort back with something snarky and rude, his hand moves up to cup my cheek, and a calloused thumb brushes over my tear streak with a sigh.

I nudge my face farther against the palm, feeling a sense of comfort in his touch. Karl finally seemed to realize what he was doing and retracts the body part, clearing his throat.

"You— You aren't fat, you're chubby. And chubby is... cute."

He looks away, face staring at a wall instead of me. I laugh a little, hiccuping a little from my crying session.

Just as I thought, when he tells me indirectly that I'm cute rather than fat, my stomach flutters. I immediately feel a sense of relief wash over my muscles, relaxing them.

"You don't have to say that. I know I'm not all that, but thank you," I still try to stay slightly humble with my response, picking at one of my fingernails while I speak.

"I'm just telling the truth," Karl mumbles, and I can see a blush beginning to grow on his cheeks.

We sit in a moment of silence before he suddenly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me. I jolt from my spot on the ground, a gasp leaving my lips. "For fucks sake Karl, don't do that!"

He smiles, laughing with it as he motions around him. "I wanna show you something."

Before I'm even standing Heisenberg is already walking away to wherever he intends to drag me this time.

"Hold on! We've talked about this," I groan, getting up with a small grunt as I try and follow him, using my legs that had gone numb from the awkward sitting position.

"Oh, yeah," Karl stopped, waiting for me to reach him before heading off again.

"So, what are we doing this time?" I question, taking a small hold of his jacket again as I had before.

"We're gonna go back to the room you woke up in today after seeing the soldaten. You know, the one with the photos," Karl reminds, taking a few turns, which I follow thanks to my hold.

"You mean the photos of Mother Miranda and all that?" I question, remembering the wall quite vividly.

"Yup! I'm gonna show you what I've been planning for a few years now," His smirk is devious, and I laugh a little at the way he's talking.

"Planning, huh? Okay then, show me the way fucker!"

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