hobo heart x reader. Perhaps we value each other?

Babysitter

I was dreaming of running through the woods. The smell of autumn leaves. The sound of the crunching and crackling leaves and twigs beneath my feet. The cool wind blowing through my hair. It was nice, but ended too soon.

"HEY! Wake the fuck up already!"

An upset voice startled me awake. I quickly sat up and opened my eyes, but it was dark. 'Right, blind.' I thought to myself. Wait, I was sitting up, I wasn't tied down anymore.

A snapping startled me out of my thoughts. "Earth to sleeping beauty, ya hear me?" A familiar voice, hobo heart.

"Yes, yes I hear you. I'm blind not deaf. What do you want?" I turned to face his direction, not knowing exactly where he was.

"Come on, off the table. Your aunt wants you to walk around, try to get used to your vision loss or something" he sounded highly annoyed.

"Why isn't she here?" I asked as I slid off the table.

"Don't know. Slender called her to his office." He huffed. "Probably a mission, or possibly regarding you."

I furrowed my brow. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

A soft but sarcastic chuckle "I'm stuck babysitting you. Not ideal when I could be doing other stuff."

"Like what? Moping in your tree?" I teased with a smile.

"Oh shut up and come on." He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. "I'm taking you to where your room will be once you recover. Try to remember where we go."

"Ow! Maybe not man handle me?" I yanked my arm away. "And how am I supposed to remember? I'm blind."

"Not my problem."

He started walking away and I tried to follow but ran into thing. "Actually it is your problem! If you hadn't yanked my heart out we wouldn't be here."

"Well if you hadn't been searching for us none of this had happened!" He placed a hand on my chest to keep me from running into him.

I grew quiet for a moment then muttered something.

"What?" He asked annoyed.

"I said," raising my voice and slapping his hand away "if you had killed me properly!" I huffed and glared.
It grew quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time. "What ever, just, take me to my room."

He grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and softly pulled me alone.

We walked quietly through the halls for a bit. I could hear almost everything as we walked past rooms. Yelling, laughing, snoring, clattering of objects, talking, hushed whispers. It was so loud, I never knew missing one of my senses would heighten the others so much. But the silence between hobo heart and I was deafening.

"Here we are." He sounded a bit uncomfortable.

"Thanks, I think." I feel for the door knob but wasn't able to find it. He ends up grabbing my hand, sliding my fingers across the door and placing it on the handle. "Oh, right."

He sighs heavily and follows me into the room. "So, uh, could I ask a question?"

"Depends on the ques- OW!" I stub my toe on what feels to be a dresser. I hiss in pain for a moment. "Depends on the question."

I hear him try not to laugh as he clears his throat. "I guess for you it's personal but for me curiosity."

I turn in his direction. "Ok, but on one condition."

"Name it, nothing can be worse then watching you." He scoffs a bit.

"I get to ask you one personal question when ever I want." I grin a bit.

"Ehh... fine. I suppose that's fair." He sighs a bit and grows quiet for a while.

"Hello?" I ask feeling around and bump into the bed. "Oof."

I heard him chuckle then sigh. "I'm still here. So I was just curious, why do you want to die?"

I sit on the bed and turn my head towards him. "Well me being blind makes this a bit easier." I sigh and turn my head to the floor. "My life has been shit for as long as I can remember. I found out I was adopted at a young age, I got picked on a lot at school for my appearance, ya know black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Bruises show up easy on my but lucky me I heal easy." I place a hand over my chest. "Easyish." I lay back on the bed and place my hands behind my head. "My adoptive parents used me as a paycheck and a punching bag. I would talk to my Aunt Marcy but slowly over time she stopped visiting as often, I thought maybe she hated me. I got scars all over my body and so I can't wear short sleeves or shorts. My mom tried running me over with a car once." I let out a sarcastic laugh. "Not that it would have killed me. I mean you took out my heart and yet here I am!"

"Hey, you can stop if you want." He sounded closer and like he felt bad. Suddenly I feel a cold hand on my face next to my eye.

I jolt up and turn in the direction I assume he is. "What are you doing!?"

"Ah, sorry. You were crying." He sounded distant despite how close he was to me.

"I am?" I slowly reach up and feel my cheek, sure enough there were tears falling from my eyes. "O-oh..."

Soon there was a knock at the door. "Hey, Marcy wants to see the girl. She thinks she has a solution." The voice was unfamiliar to me.

"Ok Nathan. I'll bring her." After the footsteps walk away Hobo Heart sighs a bit. "Let's go. I'll take your hand."

He slowly grabs my hand and helps me stand. He leads me out the room and down the hall.

"Who is Nathan? He sounds normal."

Hobo heart laughed. "He's nobody."

(Pun intended)