Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 14: Closer

"Would you care to grab a bite with me before you leave?"

He held out his scratched up hand to retrieve her cinder-covered scorched ones.

"Oh..." He observed the burns considerately. "These are recent. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay."

"You don't look okay..." He said dolefully. "my house is a few kilometres away, I think. I could help you-"

Y/N's heart felt relief for the first time in months, she had never talked with anyone other than her family, being completely isolated from the rest of the world since thirteen years of her short life. And five years of relentless brain surgery.

"Yes, I'd like-"
Then she stopped dead in her tracks.

Those... maggots...they began their horrifying symphony again. The worst part was, she could have swore her mother's gasping, screeching lungs in her last moments in the fire was involved in the chorus-

"We are disgusting
Do we revolt you?
Violence is exciting
But no one has the courage to,

"Let us run around like toddlers
Having not a care in the world
We are drenched in blood
The moon shines through our translucent bodies

We are macabre children of the dark,
With rotten, moth-eaten hearts-

"No!"
A small snarl escaped her throat as she smacked his hand away. He didn't pursue her, only gazed confused through large grey eyes.

"I'm fine on my own. Thanks for the offer."

Y/N tore a small strip of cloth from her shirt and tied it around her head to supress the awful singing. She turned on her heel and walked away from him, as far as possible. He stared after her wordlessly, as if to absorb as much of his short-lived acquaintance as possible.

She would find the cottage.
Their cottage, her mother's and hers alone.

"Mom...when we run away, what kind of house would we live in?"

"What kind?" Her mother pondered while stirring at a pot of stew in the kitchen.
"Hmm, I've always pictured us living in a cozy little cottage, cut off from the rest of the world. We would only have a quaint music box, the ones that chime soft enough for us to sing along to. We'd have soft pink pin-cushions, and a whole billion of books lining the shelves."

"It'd be a beautiful little white cottage, perched on top of a hill like a trembling little baby dove."
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"I told you to get sprinkles! Sprinkles!" Screeched the girl whose instructions I had disobeyed accidently, so absorbed was I in learning everything Kamakura told me.

"My sincere apologies. But unfortunately, I..got locked inside the attic. I did my best to call for help, but ended up just picking at the lock. Here are the sprinkles."
I added helpfully, giving her the tiny glass bottle of confectionery decor.

"Hmph!" She pouted, snatching the bottle from me and walking away.

"Anyway, me and the W.O.H are going out to personally moniter the Killing Game to make sure nothing sketchy's going on. You'll be alone with the Kamakura and the Servant. Try to not burn the house down again."

"Will do, ma'am." I bowed. Watching the Servant do his job everyday, I think I've involuntarily copied some of his overly-formal etiquette and mannerisms.