Soul x Reader x Kid

Chapter 10

{Your POV}

The dark room was filled with the faint echoes of Tashida's solemn words, bouncing off the black, mouldy walls and subtly rippling the warm, irony blood in which you sat.

Among the shadows, you heard whispers. Whispers of quiet, ominous and unfamiliar voices which filled your ears with the murmurs of inaudible chatter that worried you. You couldn't make out what the voices were saying, though you heard the occasional giggle and traces of your name being mentioned. The whispering scared you, goosebumps forming along the skin of your arms.

And then there were footsteps.

Small footsteps that sloshed in the pool of blood, an they sounded like the bearer of the feet was dancing, accompanied by a low hum of music growing slowly louder. You spun around, h/c strands flashing in front of your eyes before settling back into their regular shape as you watched the darkness behind you for a sight of someone matching the footsteps, attempting to look unafraid in order to appear less weak to your possible enemy.

A figure formed; a short, stout figure that was a mere silhouette against the blackness of the shadows- and it wasn't human. The top of the figures scalp had two little spikes that seemed to be horns poking out from the top of its head, and the creatures arms did not end at the proper length but instead dragged all the way to the ground, it's fingers swimming in the thick dark blood.

You shot up, throwing your arm in front of you as it flashed and transformed into a blade. The thing stopped in its tracks, but didn't retreat or appear at all threatened.

"Hello," it's low and creepy voice greeted. Suddenly, the music got much louder. The creature lifted its scarily-long arms into the air and started swaying its short body back and forth, dancing totally against the music. It did a tap dance, causing blood to splash in the air. You cringed at its imperfect dancing.

"Why the hell are you tap dancing? This is swing music," you asked in annoyance, the question of why this thing was in the same room with you wiped from your interest.

"Why not?" he replied, his voice a low growl. "I can dance however I like, right? Who's gonna stop me?"

You sneered in disgust. Wow, only sixty seconds with this guy- or, thing-, and he was already annoying the crap out of you.

"Why don't you just put on some swing music?" You asked again, and the creature stepped forward.

Out of nowhere, a light source appeared above you and illuminated some of the room. You looked up and saw a rusty metal chandelier, with few candles in the slots and the candles that were there were slanted and messy.

Kid would've hated it.

In fairness, so did you.

You looked back down as some of the blood sloshed with the little mans footsteps and suddenly his appearance became more than just a silhouette.

His skin was a dark red, and his facial features were large and unpleasant. He had a massive, stuck out nose and bulbous yellow eyes. He had two small-ish horns poking out from the top of his oval skull and a black mask that began at the bridge of his nose and went around his eyes was imprinted to his skin. He wore a black suit, and you briefly wondered what tailor made a suit whose arms were twice the size of the pants legs.

"Who are you?" you inquired suspiciously, worried by his creepy appearance.

Yet, he ignored you. He threw his hands in the air and clicked his fingers, and the swing music switched to jazz. He stopped tap-dancing and began swaying his hips from side to side.

He was dancing the swing now, but to the wrong music. As much as it bothered you, it was obvious he was trying to distract you from asking who he was.