" SCARECROW. " || Rust_010 x Reader

5

[A/N: oh my god this chapter took like idk weeks to finish, bro im so tired]

You had to ask your friend for a drive home, as your car wouldn't work. Rust kept his arms around your waist half the entire time. YFN chuckled abruptly. "What's so funny?" You raised an eyebrow. "You two just seem like you're dating!" They laughed more. Rust snarled, looking them dead in the eyes from the rear-view mirror. Rust smiled the same way he did before that creature faked attacking YFN. "Christ, dude. Relax, it was a joke." YFN scoffed, rolling their eyes. He immediately went back to normal when they arrived at the house. He picked you up and got out, hissing at YFN silently before they drove off. He put you down, following you into your house. However, the issue was that Rust had to crouch down to get in. Since he was so tall compared to your door. He looked around, yet again amazed the same way a child would be at a new toy. "What a beautiful house.." He grabbed your shoulder. "..Thanks, I guess.. I'm gonna go upstairs to rest. Don't break anything while I'm asleep, ok?" You slipped out of his grip, going upstairs. He nodded, deciding to just explore the first floor of the house. He walked past the kitchen, before stopping and eyeing the knife holder. He looked to his right and then to his left before walking up to it. He grabbed a knife from it and played with the blade, accidentally cutting his fingers a few times. He put the knife away, with zero reaction to the pain at all. Blood got all over the floor and countertop. He stared blankly at the blood, before just walking away. But, once he heard you walking down the stairs, he just stood there. He was stuck in some trance by the knives as he couldn't stop glancing at them mindlessly. He immediately got out of the strange trance when he heard you yelling his name. "..Yes..?" He hid his hands. "Why do I smell blood down here? And in THIS exact area?" You crossed your arms. "Uhm.." Rust muttered, trying to come up with an excuse for it. "I already know from that look that you did something." You walked closer to him and started to go behind him, in an attempt to search for any blood on him. And to your surprise, there WAS blood on him. His fingers looked like they had been cut rather roughly. But.. you and him were the only ones in your house, and you didn't own any pets that could have scratched him. Those were clearly knife-caused cuts. You sighed out loudly. "Rust, did you purposely cut your fingers on one of my knives in that knife holder over there?" You pointed at it. Rust simply smiled and nodded, having no choice but to admit it. "I just can't really control myself when I see a knife.." He laughed. "I'm not even gonna question why you have an obsession with knives.. Anyways, I haven't seen you eat ever since I met you which kinda concerns me." You poked him. He grabbed your hand and softly kissed it in an attempt to distract you. "Rust.. I'm trying to save you from dying of starvation, while I do appreciate your attempt at being romantic." You moved your hand away. "I do eat, just not in need of it right now." He smiled again. You thought to yourself that you should really now start counting how many times he's smiled. "..Right, when's the last time you ate?" You rolled your eyes, not believing him for a second. Rust picked you up, burying his face into your shoulder. Great, now he's just avoiding questions all together as a whole. "Rust. You're avoiding my question." You nudged him. "..No more questions." He snarled. You sighed, having no choice but to give in to his strange affection. If it was even affection at all. Who knows? For all you know, he could be secretly pressing a knife against your back, waiting for the perfect moment to kill you if you annoyed him too many times. "Okay, you've got your moment of giving me affection. Now, can you put me down?" You nudged him again, albeit more roughly. The way he tightened his grip on you was most definitely a solid no. By the looks of things, you're probably gonna be here for a while.

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