[⚠︎] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ SEVEN ◂

WARNING: Graphic scenes of violence, death, and angst are depicted ahead, read at your own risk!! You have been warned.

The day had finally come. After weeks of relentless training and endless anticipation, you were about to face your first anomaly. Miguel concluded that the strange incident of multiple anomalies in one dimension was likely just a rare event, not a threat. With cautious approval, he agreed to let you take on this mission-but only if he was there with you.

Your heart thundered in your chest, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. For the first time, you wouldn't be battling a soulless hunk of metal. This time, it was flesh and blood. This raw eagerness you felt was almost new, you've never felt so hungry before.

As you geared up, Miguel's voice cut through your thoughts, spoken with the utmost seriousness. "This one's a Prowler anomaly. A slippery type. They're known for being cunning, fast, and damn near impossible to catch if you're not focused. But I've seen what you can do. You can handle it."

He brought up a rotating hologram of the anomaly, its menacing purple theme and sharp claws glinting under the virtual, golden light. Miguel reminds you of the importance of restraint when dealing with anomalies, emphasizing the need to capture and not kill.

Miguel's voice was stern as his eyes bore into yours. "Remember, this isn't a training room, (Y/N). You can't reboot a mistake here, he's not a machine that can be rebuilt. If you kill him, it could destabilize the multiverse and create a quantum hole. Restraint. Understand?"

You swallowed hard, nodding firmly. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

Miguel studied you for a moment longer, then smirked faintly, though the concern lingered in his expression. "You ready?"

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, exhaling slowly. "Of course I am."

With a click of a button, Miguel opened a swirling, vibrant portal. As you step through, the two of you are greeted by an overwhelming contrast-a dark, desolate warehouse stretched endlessly before you. The air was damp and heavy, filled with the metallic tinge of rust.

The warehouse was in ruins, its roof punctured with gaping holes where the pale moonlight shined through, casting eerie beams across the endless piles of junk. This faint source of light illuminated rusted cars, shattered machinery, and scattered debris, creating an eerie atmosphere. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional scuttle of rodents hiding in the shadows.

Miguel's voice was a low murmur, but it echoed through the empty abyss. "The locator gave us a general area, but it's not precise. He's here somewhere."

You stayed close to him with eyes darting to every shadow and crevice that moved or creaked. You peeked into the hollow shells of abandoned cars, kicked through mounds of scrap, and kept your senses sharp for even the slightest movement. You knew your spidey senses would pick up the Prowler's presence, so you made sure to stay alert.

Miguel's holographic map pulsed faintly on his wrist, its glowing dial spinning in search of the anomaly. His brow furrowed as he muttered, "That's strange... nothing's coming up."

The stillness of the warehouse began to feel suffocating, the quiet was too perfect and the emptiness felt too calculated. It was as though the anomaly planned his hiding in the most convenient spot where he could lurk in the shadows. Every creak of the floor beneath your feet echoed unnaturally, amplifying the tension that coiled tighter with each passing second.

Something wasn't right.

You open your mouth to speak but freeze, catching sight of a shadow on the ground behind Miguel. The movement is sudden and vicious-a dark figure plummets from one of the holes in the roof, slamming into Miguel with bone-crushing force.