So I have no self control. (Heisenberg X Reader)

part 8

Eventually, you convinced Heisenberg to go back to bed, though the weight of his dream lingered in your mind. It had been disturbingly vivid—almost like a premonition—but you refused to believe that fate had already been decided. Curling up against him, you let his warmth soothe you as you battled your thoughts, eventually slipping into an uneasy sleep.

The Next Morning

When you woke, the bed was cold. Heisenberg was gone.

You groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, only to find a plate of breakfast waiting for you on the nearby table. Next to it sat a folded note, written in Karl’s rough, slightly messy handwriting:

Good morning, Kitten.
I have some business to attend to, so I won’t be home until late tonight.
Please don’t miss me too much, and don’t go outside.

Love, Karl.

You rolled your eyes at the last part, sighing. Bossy as always. But despite your amusement, a small, warm smile tugged at your lips.

After devouring the breakfast he had left for you, you dressed for the day, deciding to take advantage of Heisenberg’s absence. You had explored the first and second floors of the factory before, but the deeper levels? That was still a mystery.

Karl had assured you it was safe—at least, for you. He had programmed his cyborgs to recognize you as a friendly, though he often grumbled that he couldn’t do the same for the Lycans. You’d laughed when he had called them “those nasty, flea-bitten bastards,” but now, as you prepared to wander deeper into the factory, you hoped none of them had found their way inside.

The deeper you went, the more you realized how much of the factory Heisenberg simply didn’t have time to maintain. Entire corridors were coated in dust, forgotten machinery lay rusted and abandoned, and flickering lights barely illuminated the steel walls. The air was thick with oil and metal, and though the occasional patrolling cyborg made you tense, none of them so much as twitched in your direction.

You spent hours wandering the depths, marveling at the sheer scale of it all. It was both a fortress and a graveyard—mechanized soldiers standing at silent attention, waiting for orders that might never come.

But just as you decided you had seen enough and turned to head back, you nearly walked straight into a man—a man with a gun.

You gasped, stumbling back as the stranger leveled his weapon at you, his expression hard and serious. The look on his face was somewhere between determined and severely constipated.

“How the hell did you know I was down here?” he demanded, his voice low and sharp.

Your hands shot up instinctively. “I didn’t! I was just exploring!”

His grip on the gun remained firm. “Why?”

“Because… I live here?”

That made him hesitate. His brows furrowed in clear confusion before a slow, almost amused smirk crept across his face. “Ohhh… I get it now.” He chuckled darkly. “You’re Heisenberg’s little secret mistress, huh?”

Your face burned red. “I—what?!”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to answer. If he was working for Miranda, you weren’t about to hand him any information.

But as if reading your thoughts, the man scoffed and lowered his gun slightly. “Relax. I don’t work for that psycho.” His eyes flickered over you, assessing. “Tell you what—I’ll let you walk away, but you keep your mouth shut. I need the gear down here to put an end to Miranda’s bullshit.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. He wasn’t with Miranda… but that didn’t mean he was a friend, either.

After a moment of silence, you cautiously asked, “Who are you?”

The man sighed, rolling his eyes before muttering, “Chris.”

Your own eyes widened slightly. Chris… As in Chris Redfield? The one Heisenberg had ranted about before?

Before you could ask more, Chris waved his gun dismissively toward the exit. “Now go, before your master comes looking for you.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

You scowled but didn’t argue. You weren’t stupid enough to push your luck.

With one last glance at him, you turned and hurried back toward the upper levels, your mind racing.

You had so much to tell Karl when he got home.