hobo heart x reader. Perhaps we value each other?

A sudden decision

In Slender Man's office sat Slender Man and Hobo heart. Ben left me and Marcy at the door to go do other things. Marcy sat down in the vacant chair next to Hobo Heart and I sat next to her.

SlenderMan looked to each of us before speaking. "Now that you are finally here we can get down to business. First order of business is the need to address Molly's missing heart." He pulls a cooler from under his seat and sets it on top of the desk. "Molly, we can have someone replace your heart in your chest if you would like or we can find a way to store it safely."

"Give it to hobo heart." I answered, which this answer clearly shocked everyone in the room.

"What!?" Marcy exclaimed. "Why would you give it to him? Of all people?"

"Yeah," hobo heart added in, "I'm with Marcy on this one, why me?"

SlenderMan leaned forward eager to hear my answer.

I glance at everyone then sigh. "Because he needs it more. He would value it more then I do. And I clearly didn't want it since I ripped it back out. Besides, I owe him for bringing me here. Thanks to him I'm no longer in an abusive home and I'm finally somewhere I belong. For once in my life, I'm happy."

"I... uhhh... you're welcome?" Hobo still sounded really confused as he stared at me.

"Molly," Marcy leans toward me and placed her hand on mine, "this is a really big decision and not something to take lightly. A heart is, well it's valuable."

"I know. That's why I'm giving it to him." I tilt my head toward Hobo. "He of all people should understand its value."

I stand up and walk towards a bookshelf. "I don't value myself enough yet to have that... thing... inside me. And I don't deserve it either. A heart is a painful thing, and terrifying. It makes you feel emotions on a physical level, and I don't want that right now."

I sigh and look at Marcy. "When it was back inside of me, even for a short time, I felt everything I had pushed away for years. Every single emotion that I locked away flooded me, drowned me. The amount of pain that it caused in those few short moments, there is only one person that I could think of that just might be able to withstand it."

Marcy had a look of pain on her face as she glances at the floor. She knew what I ment, what I went through with my adoptive parents.

Hobo heart stared at the box that contained my heart.

The room was quiet, so quiet you could hear my heart beating in the box.

No one spoke for a while. It was Slender man who finally broke the silence.

"In that case, dear child, if you wish for hobo heart to have your heart then so be it. He shall carry it until the day you want it back, should you ever want it."

He then looked to hobo heart and nodded.

Hobo heart removed his hoodie, removed the stitches in his chest and the slab of skin. He carefully picked my heart out of the box and placed it in his chest. Almost immediately the heart connected to his body, forming seamless connections where needed, like it's where it always belonged.

Hobo winced slightly as the heart finished connecting but then he sighed softly and fixed his chest.

"You all may continue about your day." Slender man said before returning to the paperwork on his desk.

One by one we all made our way to the door and left his office. For a moment we all stood silently outside his office.

I look to them before breaking the silence. "Well, I'll be in my room if you need me."

"Mind if I come with you?" Hobo asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets, ignoring the glare he got from Marcy. "I wanna ask you some things and I figured you'd feel more comfortable talking in private."

I shrug a bit "Yeah I guess so." You'd probably just come bug me later anyway."

Marcy places a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Only talk about what you're comfortable with, ok? And if he upsets you just let me know."

I nod before walking to my room with Hobo heart in tow. Marcy goes in the opposite direction to do whatever it is she does here.

Once back in my room I sit on the edge of my bed and cross my arms. "So what's up?"

Hobo heart stands in the doorway for a moment before coming in and sitting backwards on a chair. "So," he hesitates and rubs his neck, "it's about your past."

"Oh," I put my arms down and lean back on my hands, "what do you want to know? I'm sure you've guessed by now that my life isn't all rainbows and sunshine."

"Yeah. Out of all the hearts I've, acquired..." he puts air quotations around the word acquired. "Yours is the only one I've ever felt something from."

My eyebrows raise a bit. "Really?"

He nods. "Yeah, it was weird to say the least."

"That explains why I saw you wince. What did you feel?"

"Pain." He spoke the word softly as if the word itself could harm him. "A pain I haven't felt before. It was so strong I couldn't help but wince, and I've ripped my own heart out."

"Well shit." I sigh.

"That's why I want to know about your life, what happened to you to cause so much pain that it hurt an unfeeling, immoral, heartless being." He crosses his arms, places them on the chair back and rests his head on them.