You're my dream girl.🌸 | Denji x Reader

big battle | chp 8

Trying out third person for the fight!

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The wind whipped and cracked around the pair, sending their clothes into motion and their limbs to flail. With nothing to hold onto but each other, they were surely approaching death.

But, luckily for them, all that ended quickly, as their movement abruptly stopped; their bodies now being trapped in place.

The plane around them changed, now nothing but a white hue.

Suddenly, they were dropped onto the ground, with Chainsaw Man catching himself quick, and landing flat on his feet. In his hands laid a dreary, shaken girl, her lip quivering in fright.
"You... you o-okay?" She somehow managed out, eyes darting around wildly.

Their good favor didn't last long.

Emerging behind them, a figure black and blurry stood, sinister aura pooling from it.

Sensing the presence, Chainsaw Man flipped towards the stranger, tossing his girl back to fight. He lunged through the air, his blades shooting out of his body and spraying the floor with blood. The creature only scrunched up, dodging the hit clean as it shattered away into thin air.

"Chainsaw," it called from the void, causing Denji to turn viciously. "I had it all planned out, you were going to fear me and die... You were to suffer for choosing those humans... But. You are much smarter than what you lead on. Either that or my assistant has gotten stupid," he called.

Suddenly, a chair was tossed into Denji's legs, forcing him to sit on it. Soon, a table followed shortly by, hooking over his legs, as two extra chairs were tossed into the mix. "No— no!" (Y/n) cried, her body moving on its own as she soon too was tossed into a chair.

"I'm not any strong enough to fight you."
A whirlwind of dust flew towards the remaining seat, spinning into a well dressed man, blonde, with hair slicked back.

"Let's talk, Denji."
The man had a thin smile, his eyes wrinkling up into a thin, narrow gaze. His hands were touching finger tips over the table, a deadly sweet aroma flinging off of him. But, his face was familiar, in fact, it was the very face of Denji himself, yet only wiser, older.

Accidentally, Denji appeared to be docile in the chair beside the man, but it wasn't out of obedience. Instead, it was from momentary shock that froze him in place.

That was surely his face, yet it wasn't him.

He couldn't fight like that, he couldn't imagine shredding his own face into gorey, non-existing pieces. He'd be paranoid for weeks.

Pitifully frozen in place, Denji shown no qualms of fighting, to which greatly pleased the man beside him. "Looks like you have some sense left to talk," the creature sounded like him. Eerily so.

He couldn't move, his breath seeming to hitch bewildered in his lungs. But when Denji's shocked eyes caught wind of the girl across from him, that fighting fire re-ignited in his spirit.

Her face was lifeless, eyes alarmed and frightened, she was a pale as a ghost, yet she flinched everytime the man spoke.

"Good, I propose that— HARGK"

Everything had led up to this moment as blood spewed violently across the room.

Anger was all Denji could feel, and it rendered him numb to his senses, he couldn't breath, think, he couldn't do anything from the mind killing rage. To think things could have truly went differently, that he could have slain this girl in mistake for the man that had been haunting him... To think he could've kill an innocent girl like that.