Never Ending Nightmare (Sunsinger!Male reader)

Chapter 16 - Six, Harborer Of Half Truths

Twelve noticed Six had a stack of books on the table next to her, "Wait, you know how to read?" He joked. Six looked at him then rolled her eyes. "Yeah, someone in the Pale City taught me." Six replied as she picked up the first book.

Twelve smiled before his nose picked up the smell of a child nearby. Six caught the same smell a second later, "Another kid got up here, RK must be getting overwhelmed down there again. I'll be back in a bit." Twelve said as he sparked his wings and flew into the next room, leaving Six alone with her books.

In a whisper she said, "You taught me..." And with one last look back as she heard the elevator leave the floor.

With a deep sigh Six returned to her reading, wondering just why Twelve is the way he is now. With her extensive knowledge of the timelines before this she knows he was just like any other kid in the Pale City, a meek but strong willed survivalist no different from herself. Then he changed, everything else stayed the same but he always changed. Even in the smallest of ways, like his intelligence or craftiness. The one thing that didn't change was his fate at the end of it all, or at least for the ones Six kept a watch on; Death.

He was still as susceptible to his mortality as any other kid she's met, even Mono.

A sudden wave of guilt and embarrassment flushed through Six. All of those timelines where she studied Twelve before she was whisked off to the Maw by the Ferryman seemed like a fever dream now. All except the ones where he accompanied her, where Six was really able to study Twelve in full character rather than from afar and without even knowing what he sounded like.

The Maw invaded her mind with an example she tries to forget; the first Twelve to accompany her getting his throat ripped out by Six's rabid teeth in a moment of betrayal. His screams filled the air around Six as his cries became gurgles as he choked on his own blood. Tormented by his dying moments.

Six shook her head rapidly, trying to dismiss those brutal memories that tormented her. She always told herself she was just really hungry, starving even, and Twelve was her only option.

Six knew the excuse was bullshit, she was smarter than to believe that little lie she told herself to justify each and every time she killed Twelve in a past timeline.

It worked, for the most part. Until she remembered her previous timeline, Eleven.

After Ten died Six broke. Six had slaughtered everyone she met in the Pale City, even Mono. She ate, and ate, and ate. Gorging herself on the flesh of children until the only one left was her. And Eleven. Her incessant rambling and frankly horrifying appearance killed any chances of making friends with him in the first few seconds.

Six watched in horror as she savagely attacked Eleven, breaking his legs and snapping his fingers with a sadistic smile on her blood ridden lips. His screams only fueled her to see what other noises he could make as she strangled him until his view was clouded with blurry lights and darkened edges. Just as he was on the brink of passing out she removed her hands from his throat and allowed him to regain his breath.

His struggles for breath pleased Six greatly, his vulnerability at her hands satisfied her morbid curiosity. Weakly he asked if she was going to keep torturing him, or if she was eventually going to kill him. She didn't respond to the question. Leaving Eleven with only her actions as her answer. Eventually, she did kill him, after rigorous testing, questioning and mindless violence afflicted upon him. She however, didn't kill him outright. She even fed him human flesh from a kid she dragged for miles from the forest while alive, only to rip into them right in front of Eleven.

She took her time doing so, taking twisted pleasure in their broken screams of terror and pain. Every time Eleven thought he was going to finally die after blacking out, he woke up, body numb and Six patiently waiting for him nearby. Just to get right back into the prodding and torture. It was Hell for Eleven but Heaven for Six.

Six really didn't know what the hell was wrong with her in that timeline, but she knew it couldn't come to that again. She was already keeping to many secrets from Twelve and if what she did to Eleven even slipped well...

She would rather just start all over again.

Six licked her lips, she was parched, very much so. She remembers finding a large assortment of wine and other expensive alcohol bottles in a roof offset to the kitchens. As she had done thousands of times now with her magic, she vanished into her seat and stood in front of the door to the wine cellar. Her hand met the cold handle as she pulled open the door. Around her was placed hundreds if not thousands of highly tasteful bottles of wine.

Six wasn't very picky but chose a cherry flavor, she picked up two bottles and returned to the library. Popping the cork on the first, she poured her glass full of the beverage.

Six just wanted to forget everything she did to Twelve.

She couldn't hide her emotions forever.

She just wanted a friend.