The Shapeshifter | Deleted Chapters

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Warning: Sexual content ahead. Lime and bordering on Lemon.

"Damn it..." (Y/N) groaned out, releasing the wiring of the generator in front of him and pacing a few steps away. His hands were around his head and he kept trembling and fidgeting.

"Are you okay?" Leon paused his work to glance at his friend. He had never seen him so discomforted. If the killer could do that to (Y/N), he didn't want to even find out what would happen to him.

"No. Not at all. That metal faced son of a bitch did something to me." (Y/N) placed his forehead against one of the nearby wooden walls, tapping it against it a few times as if it would fix what was happening to his brain.

"Why don't you go walk for a bit, man? I'll finish this, then maybe Claire and Dwight will have the last gen." Leon urged him. It would definitely take longer if he worked alone. But it was clear that (Y/N) needed a breather, and he was fine with that.

(Y/N) didn't respond verbally. He just nodded and started walking away. The generator was about halfway done now, so it wouldn't be too long until they could start preparing to leave.

It had only been about 20 seconds of walking through the cold atmosphere of the trial before (Y/N) just happened to catch the killer's attention again. Of all the times to do so, now wasn't the time he wanted to.

With a grumble, he dashed to the same place he had first appeared: the shack in the middle of the realm. As Pinhead started to open up a portal to another chain, he leapt over the window of the building, immediately ducking as the metal came flying over head. To his surprise, it curved at a 45 degree angle, shooting off towards one of the doorways where to his surprise, stood Dwight.

Dwight jumped back in surprise, but was unable to avoid the chain as it caught him in the arm and quickly bound him on the spot. The killer started to go around the side of the shack to cut the distance, and without thinking more than 'hide from this dude while he goes after Dwight,' (Y/N) jumped down into the basement.

Since he just dove from the overhang, he misjudged the significant drop down to the stairs. He landed at an off angle, tilting back and rolling down the rest of the stairs, swearing to himself before landing at the bottom on his back. The pain only increased the effect that the chains had started, so he was quick to stand back up and compose himself.

The killer swatted at Dwight and began a chase, leaving him to sigh on the ground. He stood up, but not knowing if the two were going to loop back around, he stayed in the basement.

"Fuck..." He shut his eyes tight, trying to control the heat lighting up in his body. But the distinct sound of a chest opening nearby made him snap back into awareness of his surroundings. He slowly moved further into the basement, arms tight around his body as if to comfort himself.

After a small squint to try make his clouded vision focus, he spotted the bright red biker jacket hanging loosely over the edge of the chest and immediately knew who it was. Claire was sweating from head to toe, only in her vest as she had shed the jacket just a few moments ago.

There was a med-kit in her clammy hands and she moved it into just her left so she could shut the chest and sit down. There were scrapes over her body and a big gash on her torso, ripping through part of her vest near her ribs.

(Y/N) immediately felt every part of his body stop in place. He froze, just staring at her elegant and beautiful form as she opened the item and fetched the bandages and antiseptic from inside.

Claire's dazed self barely realised he was there until she took a small glance up to check she was alone; of course, she wasn't. Her face warmed up as she saw him watching her from nearby. She must've been staring at him the same way he had stared at her when he was first caught by the chains.