Death (Puss in Boots) x Reader

Chapter 1

The marketplace wasn't somewhere Y/N usually found herself exploring, and yet, there she was. On a particular Tuesday morning, Y/N's pantry decided to clear out almost anything that was deemed edible. And now she had no choice but to venture out into the small community she called home.
The marketplace that day was busier than usual, perhaps there were more travelers passing through. Before Y/N ought to ask, she quickly discarded the question and focused on her list in hand. She scratched the top of her head, pulling the hood of her clothing over. Her family used to be quite the popular figures, and she would be easily recognizable. However, the last thing she needed was attention, and attention meant an increased chance of interaction, and interaction would mean the increased chances of exposure. Exposure to what?
Any germs in particular that may be especially harmful.
For context, Y/N has had a certain illness for years. It's been so long that she's had it that she doesn't exactly remember all the details of what it's called, why she has it, etcetera. Every day is the same, with the same medicine, and the same directions. Honestly, a life full of repetition makes you forget a few things. It also makes you very anxious for change. And anxious in general, in Y/N's case. She's been so paranoid about being exposed to something dangerous, she'd been almost living in fear.

Y/N made her way through the bustling crowd, setting her sights on a fruit stand with papaya hanging from one of the shelves. She finally squeezed between two, three more people and laid her payment on the wooden surface at the stand. The seller, a grumpy looking literal pig, grunted in her direction. He caught your eye looking to the papaya and handed it to you without a word.
Huh...kinda rude..but I have what I want. That's all I need. Y/N reassured herself walking away from the pig. She stopped at a bar that seemed rather empty compared to the rest of the marketplace. Not that it was empty, no. It still had a good number of filled tables. She sat at the counter, which had some people littered here and there. A waiter came up to Y/N as a wave of exhaustion washed over her.
She looked at the main assortment of selling items. The majority was alcoholic beverages. Of course. But Y/N looked the waiter dead in the eyes and asked, "Can I have a glass of water?" He sent her a questioning look, and Y/N doubled down. "I don't care." Y/N looked down to rest her forehead on her palms. She blurred out the ruckus behind her. The joyous hollers of other customers faded into the a peaceful blur buzzing around Y/N's ears. The now recognizable throbbing pain in her head began to cease. Out of the blur, striking out as a vibrant red, was the sharp sound of a whistle. A familiar tune. Man, the whistling was pretty loud. It sounded pretty close, too.
Oh, yeah.
She looked to the side where she could hear the whistling coming from. A massive wolf, though he was hunching over, towered over Y/N like it was nothing. The whistling came to an end as he took a sip of his drink.
Huh, Y/N thought. That's kinda odd....
Oh, well. Who was she to judge someone for whistling, right? Well....she seemed more and more in the right as the minutes passed by. Every time Y/N glanced to the side, to look around the room or literally anywhere by the wolf, she'd see the red flicker of his eyes leave her face. It creeped her out knowing someone was watching her. Once she'd regained some of her energy and finished her drink, Y/N left a tip and stepped out of the bar. The C/A (chosen animal) sifted through the crowd before reaching a clearing. She looked behind her. There was no trace of the wolf.

(Small POV change)

You quietly made your way home, softly humming a tune and talking to yourself every now and then. It was a remote, rather lonely, small home you stayed in. It belonged to your aunt before she moved away, and now the memories and love that stained the walls were yours to solemnly wash off. You unpacked the small sack of cloth you'd carried some groceries in, and stuffed them into your pantry. You then laid yourself back on your bed, pulling the sheets over your head.
"I'm exhausted..." you groaned to yourself.
"I can see why," a masculine voice replied. Your head snapped up, and your body jolted upwards so hard you almost fell on the ground. At the foot of your bed, the same wolf from the bar was casually sitting. It was then that you finally fell out of your bed. You scrambled up to your feet and ran to the doorway. You turned around to see the wolf still sitting there. He looked like he wasn't getting up any time soon.
"F*CK THIS SHIT, I'M OUT!!" You blurted out rather loudly. Before you could bolt through, the door to your bedroom slammed shut. Your body banged into it and you fell back onto your ass. You quickly picked yourself up, seeing the wolf still hadn't moved, and banged on the door a few time more. It wasn't coming open any time soon.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!!" You screamed. You did have the right to be terrified of this wolf, and that he'd entered your own home without a trace or giving any kind of sound of alarm.
"People suck." He seemed to continue from his last remark. He stopped to ponder. "Wait, what am I doing in your house? Hmm. I can't seem to remember."
"QUIT IT!! WHY ARE YOU HERE, AND WHO ARE YOU?!!" You stepped to your left, inching along the bedroom wall to reach for your dresser. You pulled out a baseball bat from the top drawer. The wolf eyed you and the bat, then gave a low chuckle.
"Really? What are you planning on doing with that?"
"Answer my question," venom dripped from your voice. "And give me ONE REASON why I shouldn't jump out that window and call the policemen."
"First of all, you have every right to. Second, I honestly don't know why you're not jumping right now." The wolf chuckled again and scooted back onto the bed. "Oh. You don't mind...?" You hardened your glare. The wolf shrugged and pulled back his hood, revealing his furry head and relaxing back onto the pillows.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"And you still aren't running."
"It feels like you've been following me all day."
"You could say that."
"What, so you're a stalker?"
"Not exactly, but that isn't too far from my actual job."
"What is your job?" Your ears raised in a bit of curiosity. The wolf's red pupils brightened as he looked you dead in the eyes.
"That would ruin all the fun, telling you so soon, wouldn't it?" He said in a low growl. "Now, why don't you scurry off and get the policemen?"
You hardened your grip on the bat. "How do I know you won't just kill me the second I turn my back on you?!"
"You are unbelievably stupid, you know that?" The wolf sat up. "Do you not run at the first chance when a stranger randomly appears on the foot of your own bed??"
You shrugged. "I dunno, doesn't happen often."
"You're really starting to bore this for me." The wolf stood up on the side of the bed. You took an instinctive step back. The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, the wolf was gone. But you already knew that. You could feel the wolf's black cloth pressed up against your back. One of his arms was hooked around your arms, clinging them to your torso. The bat was on the floor next to your feet. The other wolf's hand was positioned more to coil around your neck, his cold fingers slowly sliding down the bottom of your chin tauntingly.
"You do seem amusingly set on knowing who exactly I am, so I'll tell you what. Here's my little hint~" The wolf leaned closer, speaking gruffly into your ear. "I am the inevitable. Everyone will face me one day, and no one has been able to get out alive." His free hand swiftly went to your neck, squeezing into a chokehold. "For now I'll make an exception." He growled.
The wolf threw you on the floor, out of his clutches, and the lights flickered once more. You spun around, still shaken up on the floor.
The mysterious stranger was gone, your door unlocked and your room surprisingly clean. It was as if he'd never been there.