Fix Your Fucking Attitude : Karl Heisenberg

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Fix Your Fucking Attitude
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TW: Depression, intent on manipulation, mention of suicide, foul language, Some sexuality.

Ever since that incident you didn't see Karl at all.

You were glad you didn't. That dream really set you off. How could you even.....

You shook your head.

He is the enemy.

He is my enemy.

He is evil, he didn't deserve anything other than the cold shoulder from you.

But.......

Why did he have such an affect on you? How could you allow yourself to have those thoughts and feelings for him.

You felt a shiver run down your body as you remembered how he looked at you. You cursed at yourself and put a pillow over your face.

You had to get out; being trapped here was affecting your judgement. You couldn't form a nasty case of stockholm syndrome. You had to be more careful. You needed to get a grip.

Alone or not your were still on your mission to go undercover and assess the situation before reporting back.

Then it hit you.

This was the perfect opportunity.

You could use Karl to get closer and undermine their plans. All you had to do was get him wrapped around your finger.

You pinched the bridge of your nose while you plotted out a do-able course of action.

You sighed, it was going to be hard to get this man to trust you. You already invaded his privacy and his home. He probably hated you. He did hate you.

You knew this was going to be a challenge.
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You tossed and turned falling in and out of sleep. You felt so tired. You couldn't seem to get out bed to use the bathroom.

You felt empty; the loneliness was eating you up bit by bit. It was hard to think of anything, your mind was just an endless black pit.

Your foot had healed and now had a small white scar to match the large ones across your shoulder.

God you needed the stimulation. It was hard being constantly cooped up in a small place with no sun.

The only thing that kept you going was your missions

It gave you hope.

Motivation.

It gave you time to think about how you could pull it off.

Seducement? Absolutely not. That wasn't even on the table. Especially not after that night.

You cringed and groaned just thinking about it.

Befriendment? Oh yeah. Now that you could do that.

It would be hard though, he seemed very cold and closed off... like Chris.

You pondered on a solid way to approach the situation. It wasn't a great outlook.

But you had to try.
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*Later that night*

You stood at the balcony mindlessly gazing over the factory, it hummed and pulsed lazily.

Before the balcony would make you anxious but now it became one of the few comforts you had.

Warm air rose from below whisking your hair around. It reminded you of your mother when she used to bake in the oven; when she would open it and you would feel the hot air whoosh around your face pleasantly.