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(BOCW) Mangler x Reader

Headache
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You had a pounding headache, and the burning sun wasnt helping that matter much either. As much as you wanted to just collapse and be done with life, you needed to get up and fight off the remaining zombies.

Park and Portnova were fighting orda when the reactor got too damaged, so you were ordered to help them turn power back on. Zombies piled into the gates of the outdoor reactor, clawing at the collectors.

"You fuck!" Portnova kicked one down, smashing its head open in the process, giving the collector what it needed.

Park did the same, but she had a knife on her instead. You didnt have much other than what you found, which was a mere M79.

If the pellet landed too close to anyone itd blow a limb or two off, so you decided to make use of your baseball bat you had on you.

Smashing heads open wore you off even more, especially when the mangler came around. Your bat had Brainrot on it, which helped a decent amount.

Portnova and Park went off somewhere else in the firebase, and you took that time to get out of the area and into a cooler place.

You headed into the first power room, which was located to the left from the portal to get into the firebase.

The cool air of inside a building felt nice, but it wore off when you realized you couldnt stay inside forever.

In came a mimic, a mangler and a big group of zombies. Then it hit you..Portnova and Park are dead, or else this hoarde this big wouldnt be here. You offered them help again and again but were denied. Cursing under your breath, you turned for a quick exit before coming face to face with a Mangler.

"Threat detected."

You hit him with your brainrot tainted Bat, but it didnt work. As you ran outside into the blistering heat, your vision became dizzy and blurry. Your breathing ragged and drawn out. Before you knew it, you fell to the ground.

In a swift motion, The Mangler you failed to turn picked you up, careful not to slice you with its sickle accidentally. You didnt comprehend it at first, before you fully realized a Zombie was carrying you.

Struggling to get out of its grasp and fearing the worst, the mangler finally spoke to you.

"Stay."

Eyes opened fully, you didnt quite recall that a zombie had a mind of its own?

"You hurt. Stay."

You gazed at its bloody wounds that seemed to heal by now, and they werent green or had a similar greenish aura. As frightening as it was, you did as asked and comfortably stayed in its arms.

"You have a mind of your own?"

"...yes."

"How is that possible..?"

Weaver spoke back over the headset, astonished but mildly confused about the situation.

"A mind of its own? Y/N are you crazy? Are you imagining things?" Weaver asked a series of questions to make sure Y/N was indeed Sane.

"Your friends. Didnt like you." The Mangler spoke again, fully aware that he himself ended them both.

"They didnt..? No wonder they didnt want my help." You sighed.

"Dont be sad. Zombies wont hurt you."

"Huh? Really? But why me?"

"I like. You very hard working."

"Hm, guess im not coming home weaver."

He set you on the box in The location titled Helipad, sitting next to you on the high up box.

"Still have headache?"

"Not after that."