yanderes x reader [scent of the dead]

chapter sixty three: people in the ceiling.

Oh, the amount of time I've plotted this is unbelievable...and the amount of time I've decided to fuck with peoples heads with this is just enough to push me to writing it.

Either you're welcome, I'm sorry, or good luck.

(New face-claims below including River, Conny, and Noah!)

Oliver POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jesus fucking christ...the smell in here is so horrible. The infected alone can't be what's causing this. I dont think I can take stumbling on (y/n) or Toby...or the other kid, Alex. No wait, Axel.

"Smelly."
Conny mumbles, clutching his hands over his nose.

"With the way you speak so damn stupid, I keep forgettin' that 'yer around my age...or are you? How fehkin old are you, Conny?"
River asks.

"That is...a very good question."
Conny says.

"I feel like you've said it before, but if you did...it was way back when we all first saw you."
I say...fucking terrifying, just some hooded freak in a cloak. Now, he's a toddler. Wonderful.

"I think back when I was wandering around the motel, I was sixteen or so. How long has it been since then?"
Conny asks.

Christ...how long has it been? I met the group when I was fifteen, and it feels like years since then...maybe it has been. It feels like forever since the sanctum district fell, and somehow even longer since Sam ran away.

I keep forgetting that I had a life before this group, maybe its just the trauma or some other shit...I hope so. These people are the closest I have to family now...but I've done horrible things with them, to them.

Jack...Sam...I'm to blame for everything that this group has gone through.

"All of 'ya have shitty time perception."
River says. Even though they sound pissed at it, they look pretty amused.

A loud clank on the tile flooring that's followed by creepy fucked up music shuts Conny and River up quickly. River reaches for their gun, and Conny reaches for...the flimsy stick they grabbed from the hall. In the middle of the hallway is a music box, beaten-down and letting out that fucked up music...it dies quickly. Thank God.

"How...odd. A working music box in an abandoned mall does not seem likely."
Jay hums, poking at the box like somebody would with a dead animal.

While Conny and Jay marvel at the music box, River seems...very engaged with staring up. I decide to talk to them instead of the two that definitely don't have a good sense of self-preservation.

"What's wrong?"
I ask. they don't stop to look at me, but they do point up.

"...somethin' is in the ceiling, I can hear it scattering 'round up there..and I bet it put the damned box down here."
River whispers, pointing to the ceiling tiles. One of them doesn't look like it's placed correctly.

Well...that answers the question of where the music box could've come from. If something, or someone, is up there...they could've easily just tossed the damn thing down here.

"Could it be some sort of infected?"
I ask.

"Not countin' on it....the music box has a crank, somebody winded the fehkin' thing."
River scowls.

Shit...if that's not one of ours, it means that there's either a Noah-like infected out for us, or a human that's trying to out our location to the infected.

"Do we find them? It's probably best to find them before they find us...or the rest of our group."
I state...christ, (y/n) wouldn't be able to get away from another human with their leg so fucked up.