" SCARECROW. " || Rust_010 x Reader

9

(so sorry that i havent updated in so long,, i got massive writer burn out and i wasnt able to write for a while,,)
(//CW / TW: Blood, Hallucinations, S/H)

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Ever since Rust lived with me, everyone seemed to actively avoid me when he was around me or even was just mentioned. Even my own friend was avoiding me.. I didn't seem to understand why, at all... Why does everyone act so weird when I talk about him? Sure, he's unnaturally tall and pale and doesn't know what hygiene is.. but he's certainly not dangerous! At least to me, he isn't.. He's so protective of me only.. Which does seem weird at first but when I first met him, it seemed like he hadn't seen another person in a long time.. Maybe he just doesn't know how to properly communicate to people and being over-protective is, well.. his way of communication! Speaking of Rust.. I haven't seen him all day. I think I should see if he's alright. He's usually always upstairs if I can't find him down here, so I decided to check there first. "Rust?" I called out. No answer.. that's really odd.. I felt a bit worried by that. Usually he answers.. I checked every room, getting more worried at not finding him. Until, I passed the bathroom and smelled blood. I paused, before knocking on the door. "N..Not now, h..haha! Just.. e..erm.. give me a moment..!!" Rust's voice sounded shaky, like he was trying to hide something that he was doing. I sighed. "Rust, I'm opening the door if you don't tell me what you're doing in 5 seconds." I warned. "Y..YOU DON'T NEED TO KN..KNOW..!!" He laughed nervously. "5." I began to countdown. I heard him panic, struggling to form a full sentence. "4." I grabbed the door knob. "N..NO-!! I..I..-!! PL..PLEASE DON'T COUNTDOWN..!!" He pleaded. "3." I slowly turned the knob. His pleas turned into panicked nonsense. I stopped, feeling a bit bad. I sighed once again, opening the door. Rust was curled up, shaking intensely. I looked around for the source of the blood smell. I saw a blood-stained knife in the sink. At first I was confused but then I realized what he was doing if a knife with blood on it was in here. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach once I realized. I looked over at him. "..Rust..? Were you.." I lightly touched his back. He flinched in response to being touched before nodding. "Can you show me where..?" I rubbed his back. He sat up, showing me his arm. "That's a really bad cut..Let me clean it with a wet rag and get you some bandages, okay?" I held him close to my chest. He buried his face into my chest, mumbling. "Huh..?" I looked down at him. "I..I was told to hurt myself.." He looked up at me. "By who..?" I asked, wetting a nearby rag in the sink. "The.. voices in my head.." He replied. "..Rusty.. you know you shouldn't do what an auditory hallucination tells you to do.." I turned off the sink once the rag was wet enough. "I know.. But they wouldn't stop until I did it.." He clinged onto me tightly. "Alright, can you hold your arm out like this so I can clean it? I know it'll sting.. but it's only gonna sting for a few seconds.." I demonstrated it to him. He whined softly, before doing so. I cleaned the cut thoroughly, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He winced a bit. "See? That wasn't so bad!" I lightly kissed his forehead. "I wish I wasn't so fucking tall.. and pale.. and.." He was interrupted by me rubbing his head. "Don't insult yourself, please.." I frowned. "I'm sorry.." He curled up. "It's okay, now let's get that all bandaged up okay?" I grabbed bandages from the medicine cabinet, bandaging the cut. "Is that better?" I asked. He nodded, hugging me. "Aww.. Do you want to go for a walk to calm yourself down?" I helped him up. He immediately picked me up, carrying me downstairs. "RUST-" I tried holding on as I was surprised by being suddenly picked up. "S..Sorry.. I love walks.." He looked away. "It's alright! I think your excitement for walks is cute.." I giggled. "R..Really..?" He fixed his hat. "Mhm! Now, let's go on that walk, hm?" I booped his nose. He squeaked, his face turning a shade of reddish pink. "S..Sure.." He smiled, walking outside with you on his shoulders.

[ Word Count of Chapter: 778 ]