Till Death Do Us Part | Risotto X Male!Reader

6| After Dark

(Extra long chapter because I'll be gone for Christmas! Sorry if it's messy :<<)

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Risotto couldn't quite say how he felt about the little game he'd played, though he could admit it made him feel, even if just by the slightest bit, more relaxed under the roof of the manor. Maybe that's what (Y/n) wanted, for him to become more comfortable with his surroundings to make for an easier kill.

Or, maybe not. Melone doesn't seem to think so.

"Honestly, to think he left you in here all by yourself, that tool.." He hissed beneath his breath, slowly leading Risotto out of the maze of books. 

He'd been found by the naga not too long after (Y/n) left, who smiled at him crookedly, and offered to show him the exit. Risotto would've favored to find his way out on his own, but after what Melone told him, he feared he would've been in there forever hadn't it been for his help.

"There's a pair of ghosts that haunt the place," He recalls him saying. "Sorbet and Gelato. They'll rearrange the pattern of the shelves from time to time just to mess with people, so without me, you'll just be stuck in an everchanging maze."

Half of Risotto wanted to believe that maybe Melone had some ulterior motive, that he may have just lied to get Risotto to follow him to some lair where he'd be eaten, though the other half of him was too tired to care.

Throughout his little chase, which collectively lasted four hours despite it only feeling like thirty minutes, he hadn't once become fatigued--  only at the end of his fun did his body begin to wear down. Maybe his endurance came from all the running he normally does chasing after vampires, he couldn't be sure. 

What he did know, however, is that it was nearly time to sleep; At least for him. Legs became as heavy as lead and eyelids stuck together like honey as his body began to pull itself towards the floor, begging for a moments relaxation. A dead channels static began to hum inside his feet as he stumbled, struggling to keep up with the quick serpent in front of him, who hadn't noticed him lagging behind.

Sure his body was close to giving up, Risotto was surprised to find that the exit he was looking for was just within reach, perhaps only a few meters away, giving his legs the motivation needed to push onward just enough to get out of the study.

"Now that you're out, go ahead and go where you please. I'll still be in here if you need anything, human." Melone grinned from between the library doors, his uneven dimples creating a little pit on each side of his face.

"Are you going to be in there for a while?" 

"A long while, yes, so if you happen to find yourself bored, go up to the rooftop. You're bound to find something interesting if you look around."

Risotto fell against the wall as Melone slipped back into the darkness of the study, his body sliding down the detestable wallpaper and dropping to the floor as his knees finally buckled beneath him.

He sat there for a while, a very long while, in fact, searching desperately for the motivation to rise to his feet once again to find something to occupy himself with before his lord becomes bored once more and looks to him for entertainment. 

After nearly ten minutes of sitting there, limp as any ragged fabric doll, Risotto pushed himself to stand again, nearly falling back down as a sting of pain shot through his calf. The roof, Melone talked about, where was its entrance? He'd briefly mentioned that there was a ladder down the hall that led to it, though now he must ask, which hall? The one to his left, or, his right?

He decided to take a chance, deciding which way to go on a whim, and walked (more so limped) to his right, following down the corridor till its end, where a door was placed on either side of him. One of the pair was surrounded by a puzzling mosaic of paintings and wall decor, and the other was, rather boringly, stuck to a plain wall.