Corrupted Heart (Pico x Reader)

[CHAPTER 5]

(Y/N POV)

I rushed around the area with a bunch of thoughts in my mind.

'Do it! Just get here in time, and he won't notice.' Part of me said.

'Don't!!! He told you to stay inside. You saw how you look. Think about how people would see you.' The other half told me.

My thinking immediately took the other path. Instead of thinking whether I should get out, I started thinking about how I should change my appearance in order to not scare anyone. Why didn't I think of this before?

If I changed and looked human, Pico may let me go outside more often... Maybe.

I went into the mirror and stared at myself. The only problem was that I didn't know how to make myself look human when I looked like this.

I looked in the drawer and tried to see if I could find anything useful. All I found were make up pallets, lipstick, whatever that tube thing was, and whipped cream? I took the whipped cream out. It was odd since it had no label.

"Might as well just take something sweet," I said to myself opening my mouth. I sprayed the whipped cream in my mouth. Gross! This isn't whipped cream— It's a hair spray bottle!

I took a paper towel and spat out the disgusting liquid out. Why did I think a hair spray bottle was whipped cream? From what I just remembered, whipped cream bottles are nothing like hair spray bottles.

I opened my mouth and looked back at the mirror. The inside of my mouth was a strange color. After noticing this, I took back the 'hair spray' bottle and sprayed it on my hand. It appears it was a spray bottle with paint? Paint bottle?

"Why would Pico have this down here..." I asked myself. "To keep inside, obviously. You weren't supposed to take it out. How dumb are you?" Someone behind me said.

I got frightened and turned around, aiming the paint bottle to wherever the voice was coming from. It was unfamiliar. "Who and where are you?" I questioned whoever was talking to me. There was nobody in the room from what I saw.

"Uh... The ghost who came for a visit?" The voice responded. "Stop joking. You've rat yourself out. Now come out before I find you myself and kill you." I said in a loud voice. Maybe I was too harsh?

I heard a laugh after I said that sentence. "Good luck with that." The voice then responded after laughing.

"Just, what do you want?" I gave up and put the paint bottle down. "I won't kill you. I don't even know how to." It was the truth. From what I currently know, I've never killed anyone. Well... I was near killing Pico when I first saw him, but that doesn't technically count if he's still alive.

I got worried because of the silence. It made me feel like I was talking to myself, but I knew there was someone here with me. "Are you gonna talk?" I got more uncomfortable with the silence.

"Oh right. I forgot I was still talking to you. Being a spirit makes me doze off sometimes." The voice gave an excuse. I didn't believe what they were saying. "See that cell room to your left?" They asked after noticing I wasn't believing them.

I turned to look at the cell and nodded. "That's where I died. I'm telling you this in order to make you believe I'm an actual ghost. I promise you I'm not lying about this stuff." The voice informed me.

From being confused, I asked, "How did you die here?"

The voice hesitated. "I didn't exactly die here. I was just put in there after my death for a while. Later they buried me somewhere." I listened to their tone. They weren't lying about that.

"I can't tell you where I first died, but all I can tell you is that it was that friend who brought you inside. He's the cause of my death." I heard them say. This time, I heard the voice from my right ear. It was probably the fact they were standing next to me.

I looked to my right and saw the spirit that was talking to me. They had a coat on and looked like they had chains on their shoes. I couldn't recognize anything because of the coat they were wearing that was covering about most of their clothes.

"Why are you wearing a coat?" I asked. "I know you can see me. Because of that, I don't want you describing any details to that prick friend of your's of how I really look." The spirit answered back to me.

They sure had some attitude. "You can't hate him that much," I tried to back Pico up. "You haven't seen what I've seen. He's killed my friends and ruined my plans. But enough of that." The spirit wished they haven't said that out loud to me. Maybe because that was too much information about themselves.

"Either way if you tell Pico you saw me, he wouldn't believe you. Only corrupted can see spirits like me." The spirit sat on the couch and got comfortable. "How does that work?" I asked. "Corrupted have different eyes than humans. Supposedly, they were supposed to be the more powerful transformation of a human, but it only made them into monsters." The spirit explained.

I gave them an offended look. "Sorry, sorry. I forgot." They apologized. "Change of subject," The spirit floated up to the ceiling. "You want to get out of here, right?" They asked. I nodded. "But I also want to get back before Pico gets here."

The spirit held their hand up to reach something. I watched as their arm went through the roof. They then pulled out a key that fell down from the roof. "Damn I'm strong." The spirit complimented their self. I wasn't stunned I was left with a ghost who had huge self esteem.

"As you probably couldn't tell, Pico locked the door that led outside before he left. Use this key on the door and you'll get out. Just don't forget it while you're gone." The spirit was about to fade away.

"Wait!" I stopped them. They did so and listened. "I can't go out there when I look like this. Worst of all, I can't put makeup on to cover it when I look like a corrupted." I exclaimed. They didn't seem to have interest in what I was saying.

"That's not my problem, is it? You wanted to go outside no matter the cost." The spirit had a point. I had to come up with something quick. "You don't want me to tell Pico I saw you, do you?" I threatened them.

The spirit scoffed. "Like if he would believe you." They answered to my threat. "Then I guess you won't mind me telling him once he gets back. He knows I have amnesia. If I tell him things you told me, he'd most definitely remember you at one point and then believe me." I fought back with the spirit who was now worried.

I didn't even know what I was saying. "Fine, I'll help. Just don't tell him I was here. Plus I'm good with makeup." They sounded upset about their defeat.