Gold || Chamber x Reader (VALORANT)

Chapter 7

[Y/n]

We've already been sitting here for good two hours, yet I couldn't decide which one might be the easiest target for me in a... current state. I look up at the copy who is very carefully studying each paper, but he doesn't pay attention to me. I smile slightly - this man actually shows me some interest... 

I mean, not right now, but just because he's working hard for my sake and mission's, means he truly cares. I hope. 

"Why are you looking at me?" he says softly, then draws his attention to me. "Did you find someone suitable?" 

"Oh, yeah! This... This person." I point at a random file, reading the person's name. "Killjoy...?" 

"You sure? She's the part of VALORANT, which you have issues with, am I right?"

"Right... You're right. She's a bad candidate." I get flustered quickly, but I smile at him. He smiles back, then looks at files again. "Hey, what's it like on your Earth?"

"On my Earth..." he repeats, frowns slightly, then with a bit of absent voice starts explaining: "It's corrupted. Dry. It's just filled with evil, every small piece of it." This weird smile creeps on his face. "You know, but it's still somehow working - what I mean by that is that we all learnt how to live with that. VALORANT there also has the same agents, which are sent on deadly missions."

"I have one question, though..." I decide to risk it again, and try to get to know what's going on. "How about my copy...? Do you know them as well?"

"I do." He answers shortly, then looks me dead in the eye. "They disappeared a few years ago. They... were terrible. Haha. Completely evil..."

"Wow... Have you tried to look for them?"

"No." he answers firmly, then cuts the conversation off with his annoyed stare. 

I sweat slightly, but don't push the topic further. I hear a knock to the door and see the real Chamber enter the room. 

"I want to discuss the victim choice with [y/n]. Could you please excuse us?" He says quietly, and the copy just leaves. "Thank you. Alright, my friend, tell me what you've thought of."

I frown slightly, but hand him a few files that seem promising. He looks through them and a small sarcastic smile appears. 

"Good thing you are already befriended with your ability. You know who might be an easy target, right? Divorced man, an orphan with schizophrenia, a lonely mother with four kids to feed and debt to be paid."

The way he presents it makes me seem heartless. I'm right, though - these people have a bit of weaker mind which I can enter easier. Tired with worries, diseases, sadness people are easier to be taken control of - which I will do for sure.

"Hey, it's okay you approach this case this way." He reassures me and sits down on the bed in front of. "I apologise for my reaction before. It was the first time every I felt... Invaded. You controlled me and I could do nothing with my body, I was helpless - it's a terrifying feeling, I'm telling you. You probably will never get to feel it."

"I guess so... Sorry. I shouldn't have taken control of you, either." I add and he only raises a hand to show that it's nothing. 

"All good. I wanted to ask... Can we start all over again? Please." his voice is soothing, hopeful. He truly wants to try again.

"We're already friends again... we have to be. So the plan doesn't flop." I admit. "It's hard for me, but I hope we'll spend more time together to fix this shattered bond... Haha."

"This might be our first try to do so." He smiles, as honestly as he can. "Hey, have I ever showed you my weapon designs?"

"Never, but I will gladly take a look at them."

He jumps off the bed, reaches out a hand and grabs my palm gently. His hand is warm and comfortable on my one, and just like that he leads me outside the apartment. We're walking for a few minutes and I just listen to him talk nonstop about his guns. He explains the whole process of producing them, selling and designing. Vincent seems extremally into the topic, as if killing and helping others to kill is his hobby... I guess it just might be. He opens the door for me and we enter a spacious workshop, guns and melee hanging everywhere. The one that draws my attention is a sniper gun laying on a table. 

"Oh, this is my baby. It's name is Tour De Force. I love it with my every bit. Look at it, it's perfect. One shot and the person is dead, even the Radiant. Nothing can stop it's bullets, so be careful with touching it..." He warns me, joy and excitement hearable in his voice. "Headhunter is the next one I wanted to show you. It's similar to Tour De Force, but has way less power in it." He grins, showing me the gun. 

"Woah..." I gently grab it and feel cold gold cool my fingers. "You thought of this all by yourself?"

"With some designs I was inspired by my copy." Now when he mentions him, I notice a slight wince. 

"What do these gold patterns do, the ones you have on one side of your head?"

"Oh, these? They're connected to the Randezvous. Two teleport anchors. It might sound weird, but goddamn, they're helpful."

"I never knew you were... SUCH a genius." I blink repeatedly, admitting his creativity is beyond the average. 

"Do you think this is art, [y/n]?"

This question drills my mind, yet I don't answer it - I just stare at him, my stare speaking for itself. He only nods and grabs even more papers. 

"Would you be interested in helping me out with sales while you wait until you feel good enough to control someone for a few days?" He offers, then looks at me, awaiting an answer.

"I mean, of course, why not. I'd love to find out how it all works..." I add a bit of sarcasm, yet he smiles at it. He knows I'll actually do the job he gives me. 

"You can start immediately. Some of these transactions are illegal so you have to be extra careful while dealing with them." Chamber smiles, but the only thing I do is shiver. This actually might be dangerous.

"Thank you, [y/n]. I knew I could count on you." He smiles slyly, and it's now that I know I've fallen right into his trap again. He keeps using and controlling me every moment possible, and the worst thing is that I just let him do it. The only honest thing he did today, as now I realise, is enthusiastically talk about his creations. What do I do now? I've already agreed, now I have to do my job properly. 

He hands me these papers and winks at me.

"You'll get these done in no time, right?" He adds, pressuring me by words only. I sweat slightly and frown - it's about time I tried to oppose. 

I can't, though. I feel as my jaw goes numb, even though I'd love to talk back at him. His sharp, triumphal stare only assures me I was right all along. He never wanted to fix our relation, he just wanted to use me again. I guess this circle will never end, unless I leave him right after I do my job and get paid. Now I only have to bare with him and make sure he doesn't use me anymore. Next time for sure I'll fight back, I have to, to finally make him realise he's wrong for what he's doing.