LORN // Slimecicle x Reader

Four

Have some more updates b/c I'm working on something else rn and don't want to forget!!

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You leaned against one of the ratted chairs Wil and Ranboo recently pulled from the furniture portion of the large store. Ellis flopped down on the arm of your chair, a loud sigh erupting from her. Toby flopped down across from you and laughed at her.

"That wasn't a bad supply run." Wilbur -- as you've come to know he prefers -- states, sitting on the couch farthest away from you three. "Despite not getting any food, that is." He looked into the bag grimly, studying the contents.

Toby shrugged and reclined the chair back. "I guess the Infecteds have to eat too, or something." He mutters, his accent sloping more towards how you'd imagine than it's been as of recent. "Not like they're zombies, Wilbur!" He laughed, leaning toward the tall man. Wilbur only rolled his eyes with a groan, leaning back against the couch.

The sound of your voices must have attracted Tommy, because he jumped over the couch and landed next to Wilbur. When his body hit the cushions, a small amount of cotton flew out through a hole in the couch.

Ellis laughed at him, leaning against you. She seemed much happier ever since they had arrived, that you wondered whether she knew them beforehand. However, the thought was always brushed aside. Ellis had threatened to murder them for coming near you on the second day they were even there. You doubted she'd do that to people she would have known before the 'apocalypse'.

"Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?" Toby asked, bringing you back into the Walmart. You nodded in response. "Where are your parents? Since mine left for a business trip with Tommy's, where did yours go?"

You paused, locking eyes with him. You felt your own eyes well with tears, and you looked away, not wanting the others to notice the burn. "Last I knew, they were in Italy." You stated with a sad smile. You shrugged and wiped your eyes, eager to get rid of the tears that longed to fall.

When you looked back, Toby had an apologetic -- yet guilty -- look on his pale face. "Sorry, Y/N." He mumbled, slouching into his leather chair. Wilbur cleared his throat and stood back up, awkwardly saying something about putting the supplies away, and left.

Ellis leaned more onto you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and enveloping you in her warmth. Tommy looked between the three of you before groaning loudly. "Okay!" He shouted, standing up. "No more sadness! In the words of Dream, which I am regretful to say: Why sad? Happy!" He yells, hoisting Toby out of the chair.

Ellis pat your head and jumped from her perch as well, helping Tommy get his brown-haired friend out of the leather chair. After Toby was standing, the duo turned to you, malicious intents in their eyes. You figured it couldn't hurt anyone and start joining to hoist him onto the couch. Ranboo looked outside the section and turned towards you.

"Um, we have a few uninvited guests, and I don't think they know that." He said, pointing towards five Infecteds that were entering the store. You instantly make sure that they put Toby down and grab your bat. Finding Ellis a few steps ahead with her knives, you made your way to the group of Infecteds.

She threw both of the knives at some of the Infecteds, almost hitting Toby. Luckily, he ducked just in time, and they flew straight over his head. Ellis patted his head and ran past him, machete pulled from her belt. You held your bat tightly in your hands, preparing yourself for the battle.

Ellis cut into the Infected you were aiming for right before you reached it. Practically immediately, a gunshot rang through the basically empty Walmart. An Infected dropped dead next to you, its purple-blue colored blood splattered onto your shoes, deepening the already blue color they were.

You looked back, locking eyes with Charlie, who had an AR-15 held in his arms. His expression was one you've never seen before... It was scary.

"Thanks!..." You called to him, turning back to the remaining Infecteds. You ran at the one, ignoring the warm liquid still seeping into your thin shoes. Maybe after this, you should pick up some of those boots that Ellis liked so much...

You raised your bat, striking it against the zombified man's head, smashing it in with a bit of effort. You looked up at the sound of two more gunshots, seeing that Charlie had taken out the last two Infecteds. You huffed a sigh, slinging the bloody weapon over your shoulder.

You were getting slower, which was never a good thing during something like this. Your reaction time has slowed, too. You frown and walk toward the others slowly. Wilbur, peeks around the corner of the store to see whether or not anymore Infecteds we're coming. He shook his head no and turned around.

You headed towards the bunk bed frame you and Ellis share now. Easily flopping down, and being able to close your eyes and fall asleep peacefully.

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