Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction

Chapter 13- Masks

Y/N pov

As we finally came to a stop at the house where we had spent the night, Oliver wasted no time and headed straight for the cluttered table, shuffling some papers around as he searched for something specific.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I examined the sheets on the table. The handwriting was consistently messy, a blend of grey pencil and black pen. The letters had a distinct angular shape with only a few curves, slightly leaning to the left and not sitting in a straight line. It was an oddly messy yet unique style of handwriting that intrigued me.

The sketches on the papers depicted five mischievous demons, each with their respective weapons. The black lines outlined their masks, and beneath, you could glimpse their necks.

"Ah, here," Oliver said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to me. My eyes locked onto the headline, 'Masks,' and below were a series of sketches, each labeled with the owner's name. They were drawn from a frontal perspective, giving an idea of what the masks looked like.

Oliver then handed me another sheet of paper that outlined the masks from the sides. It seemed like he had been trying to figure out their weak points.

"I've been searching for a way to expose their weak points for a while, but I can't find a viable solution," Oliver informed me.

"What were you thinking?" I asked, intrigued by the challenge.

"You'd either have to remove the masks or try to destroy them to reach their weak points. But none of our weapons can break through those masks. So the only way would be to try and remove them in direct combat. However, that would be suicidal given their superhuman reflexes, strength, and weapons. Take Bayon, for example," Oliver said, handing me another paper with 'Bayon' written on top. The sketches showed Bayon, particularly one where he rested his spear on his shoulder.

"He always carries that spear when hunting. Now, imagine trying to pull off his mask without getting impaled or putting a comrade in danger. That's why I wish we could find a material to destroy the masks. I've been searching for a solution, but so far, there's nothing," Oliver finished with a sigh, running his hand through his white hair.

I hummed in response, trying to comfort him. "We have a clear goal now. We'll find a way to break those masks and keep our comrades safe. But have you ever considered fighting fire with fire?" I suggested with a warm smile.

Oliver's frustrated expression shifts to confusion as he responds with a frown, "What do you mean? We'll definitely be at a disadvantage against these monsters."

To lighten the mood, I playfully flick his forehead, saying, "Don't frown too much; you'll get wrinkles over the years. Now, think about it. The masks are the most valuable material we have here. If we can somehow get a hold of one, we might be able to break the others." I watch his surprised red eyes, hoping my idea is sinking in.

"I never thought about that, but..." he begins to ponder.

"Exactly," I interrupt, "the masks have different strengths depending on our opponents' abilities. So, someone like Luce will have a much weaker mask than Leuvis. It might be easier to steal Luce's, but it won't necessarily be enough to destroy Leuvis's. And as for Bayon, his spear would prevent us from even getting close to his mask."

Oliver expresses his concerns, stating what seems like obvious facts. But I have more in mind and decide to shift the focus.

"How much do you trust Nigel's abilities, especially in mechanics?" I ask, deliberately steering the conversation.

His gaze locks onto mine, revealing a mixture of emotions beneath the calm exterior. I see the conflict within him, but he nods in confirmation.

He trusts Nigel.

More importantly, he trusts every single one of his comrades with his life.

I return the nod, answering his unspoken question.

'Do you?'

The atmosphere becomes serious, and silence falls upon us. We are alone, aware of the dangers lurking in this playground for demons where we could meet our demise at any moment.

It may sound hilarious or ridiculous, but Oliver seems to grasp what I'm trying to convey.

We must seize every opportunity, wait for the right moment, and take the chance to steal a mask from any demon we can. And when the time is right, I have faith that Nigel will find a way to destroy the other masks.

Even if it takes us years to escape this place, we will make it out.

I don't care how long it takes or how many children we may not be able to save. Our primary goal is to survive and eventually lead everyone to safety.

Or at least the children who are still alive at the time of our official rebellion.

The road ahead is fraught with challenges and obstacles, and the future remains uncertain. After our escape from this place, we have no idea what awaits us. There could be more demons, and the only direction to go is towards an unknown destination. We can't be certain if it's a safe haven or if the demons have already discovered it. The possibilities loom over us, and the dangers could be even greater than what we faced before.

Lukas' decision to escape was undoubtedly the right one, but it doesn't guarantee safety or answers. We don't know what happened to Yuugo, whether he managed to return to the shelter, or if he found the strength to continue living after all these years.

While life here is far from permanent, it's currently better than the uncertain fate awaiting us outside these walls. We are determined to make it out and forge a successful life beyond this place. However, we also know that we have much to learn and a long journey ahead of us before we can secure that future.

A/N: I'm sorry that there haven't been any updates for a long time. I had a lot to do and no really good ideas about how to continue this story. If you have any requests or questions, just ask. I'll do my best!
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