face the music (monty x gender neutral reader)

8. only more questions

You find yourself floating somewhere between the living world and unconsciousness, in a dark void that you can only assume is a dream. Then, from the abyss comes wind. The breeze bites at your face as it passes by with a wicked howl. Then as quickly as it came, it falls to a soft whistle. A quiet voice floats on the breeze, like a whisper in your ear slowly circling around you like a predator taunting it's prey. A shiver goes up your spine as the voice speaks, "I knew you'd follow my trail, some things are so predictable," the person sounds proud of themselves, pretentious.

"Who are you and where is the kid?" you ask into the void. Your mind is still fuzzy but everything is starting to feel less dream like and more real.

"Don't you remember me?" the voice asks, circling to whisper in your left ear, "then again I suppose we haven't formally met,"

You swing your hand at the ghostly voice only for it to pass through the air, "That doesn't answer my question! Who are you?" You shout to mask your nerves.

The voice chuckles, and the ghost of a hand passes over your shoulder, "Who I am depends on who you ask,"

"Well who do you say you are?" You ask, turning around and swinging again.

"I'm someone who can help you if you'll let me in. You want more and you deserve more than what you've been given," the voice is somehow harsh and smooth at the same time, tempting you to trust it.

No way in hell will you fall for that, "I'm not going to trust someone I've only met in a concussion induced hallucination,"

"I already told you we've met before," the voice sighs, disappointed in you. You hear thudding again in the distance, metallic and heavy in stark contrast to the vast empty void. The voice hums and adds, "I'm sure we'll be talking again soon y/n,"

Suddenly the void begins to dissipate and the thuds grow louder. You feel movement, a bouncing up and down and you open your eyes to see Monty. He's running, carrying you through the facility. Unlike the last time, he no longer holds you like a potato sack. Now he cradles you close to his chest. He's so focused on running to the closest first aid station he hasn't even noticed you've woken up.

You're about to close your eyes again when you remember, "The kid! Is she ok?" you gasp and try to sit up in Monty's arms.

"Woah, slow down!" Monty seems more shaken by your sudden shouting than your physical struggles. He keeps a firm grip and only sets you down once you've made it to the med station, "What kid? And what happened to you? I mean- are you alright?"

"The kid who's fazwatch was number 533 or something!" You ignore the inquiry of your own health and keep pushing for answer.

Monty's eyes turns blue as he searches his data base, "I know you called me about it earlier but I can't find a profile for that number, no one comes up," Monty shakes his head as if trying to manually jog his memory.

"But her mom asked me to find her, I tracked the watch!" You argue. Kid's run off, that's normal. Kids disappearing entirely is not normal.

"I don't know what to tell you, are you sure that fall didn't mess you up more than you think?" Monty asks. It sounds a little harsh but you can see the concern on his face.

"I'll be ok, I'm just a little mixed up," You pinch your brow and try to calm your racing mind. How do you tell someone you were visited by a strange voice you've only ever heard in the dark and not sound unwell?

"I would say more than a little," Monty ruffles your hair then brushes it to the side as he scans you for injuries. He makes a frustrated sound and scans again, "You have bruises from falling. But when were you shocked?"