" SCARECROW. " || Rust_010 x Reader

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"Don't you dare get fucking near me." You backed into a wall. He smiled. "No need to get so hostile with me.. I have no.. hehehe.. intention of harmin' ya." The man lifted your chin up to look at his face with a blood-covered finger. "Alright then. If you don't intend on harming me, why are your hands covered in blood? That seems a little untrustworthy if you're covered in blood." You moved his hand away. "It was an.. incident. It is my own blood." He immediately replied, albeit in a shaky tone. "Right.. right." You rolled your eyes, finding that rather hard to believe. "Please, please tell me your name." He was close enough to be able to breathe in your ear. "I don't give away information to strange men who kidnap me." You shook your head. "Oh, please.. please!" He pleaded, getting closer. "Oh I need it.. it is a must.." He gripped your shoulder. You moved him away.  "Fine, but you better tell me yours or else this is gonna come off as really suspicious." You sighed, crossing your arms. "Promise." He nodded. "My name is Y/N." You told him. "Very.. very pretty name." He smirked evilly, gripping onto your shoulder again. "You have to tell me yours." You reminded him. "Hehehehe.. righttt.." He laughed. He grabbed your hand, jittering noticeably. "Rust.. Rust is.. my name." He gripped more roughly. 'Rust..? Really? What kind of fucking name is Rust? That can't be this guy's real name..' You scoffed silently as you thought. "It is my real name." Rust tilted his head to the left, as if he heard your thoughts. "I wasn't really questioning that." You lied, covering up what you thought. "Oh.. ok." He nodded, leaning on your shoulder. "Uh..What are you doing?" You looked at him, confused. "You feel nice.." He mumbled. "Uhm.. that's rather weird and creepy but ok. Whatever floats your boat, I guess." You decided to just let him, since he probably wouldn't stop if you told him no. "Whasa boat..?" Rust's words were starting to visibly slur. "I'm not the type to worry about people but are you okay? Your words are really slurred." You moved him closer. He looked up at you. "Yeah I'm..fine.. " He rested his head up to your neck, making his hat fall off. You scoffed. "Okay I highly doubt that. I think you're either drunk or tired." You gave him a half-assed sympathetic head-pat, despite not caring about this weird man. "Drunkk? As if I would be. How bold of ya to assume!" Rust clawed the other side of your neck, like it was his way of either marking you in terms of 'protection', or he really was harming you in response to you assuming he's drunk. He immediately pressed against the scratch he left on your neck. "That's not how you treat scratches, bud." You scoffed, lightly mocking him. "Yess, it is!" Rust insisted. You grumbled in annoyance. "Fine then, but if it gets infected.. It's your fault." You were annoyed, yet concerned about the kinda stuff he's done or said the entire time you've been here. You wondered what time it even was. You sighed, having to ask this delusional man the time. You didn't want to, but you had to. "Rust." You tapped his shoulder. He stood up straight in absolute horror. "Uh? You're scared of someone tapping your shoulder?" You laughed a tiny bit. "No, why would I be?" He tilted his head. "Then why did you stand up so fast?" You squinted. "No reason.." He nervously chuckled. You rolled your eyes. "Suree.. Anyways, what time is it." You got back to the main topic. "Oh.. uhm.." Rust looked around. He walked over to a boarded up window, removing all the boards as you watched. After a moment, he looked back at you. "It's almost morning." He smiled. Your eyes widened in surprise. "Holy shit.. I've been here for THAT long?" You stepped back. Suddenly, he excitedly grabbed your hand, blood staining it. "Let's go for a walk!" He chirped. "At least clean your hands. Someone's gonna think you're a murderer." You shook your head. He paused for a moment. "Clean.. them?" He was confused. You facepalmed. "You never heard of cleaning your hands?" You let go of his hand in disgust. "No.." He slightly smiled, unsure of why that was so wrong. "That's kinda gross, dude." You wiped the blood off of your hand. "Where do I clean.." He looked around. "Don't you have a sink?" You glared at his hands. "Uhm.. yes.." He nodded. "You.. haven't used it??" You stepped away. Rust went quiet. "You.. use it?" He reached for his hat and put it back on. You sighed loudly. "..How are you so sheltered that you DON'T KNOW THAT YOU NEED TO USE A SINK??" You were unnecessarily mad. He blinked slowly. "It'll hear you if you yell." He said it so calmly that it was almost unsettling. "What will..?" You asked, incredibly confused. He smiled widely. "What will hear me??" You asked him again. Rust suddenly went back to normal, grabbing your hand again. "Let's go outside!" A fang-ish grin on his face. "Okay.. But don't try to scare me like that ever again." You muttered. He unboarded the front door, and opened it with just one hand. "Uh.. how." You were bewildered by how he is capable of doing that. "I know from.. personal experience." He winked. "Uhm.. ok." You nodded confusedly.

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