Him~ (Ben Pincus x Fem! Reader)

Yall im sorry ;-; (Dont worry its a chapter update too :)

(YALL IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT YALL OML 😭😭😭😭😭)

Lucus POV

They both just.. Fell. "Darius!? Where did they go!?" I scream, stawting to cry. "They're gone. I'm sorry Luke." He seys. "No! Y/n! Ben!" I cry.

*Skip to the next day*

My POV

I wake up, disoriented, tired, hurting, and sprawled out in the trees. "Son of a bitch.." I say to myself, and pull out my lunchbox, hungry and wanting food.

I pull out a bag of chip and eat it in the tree, and realize this place is good for a ✨treehouse✨

I decided to look for debris, so I started looking around generally. I found a Trailer, however. When I went inside, it had a bed, and a bunch of other things You would need, like food and water and also repair stuff and pictures.

It was Owen Grady's trailer. "And with some renovations, it will be mine." I say to answer my thought.

I took out unnecessary stuff, cleaned it, took the sheets off the mattress and put on new ones, and Even put all the food and stuff in my bag in the fridge, which I emptied of spoiled food.

I did find some unopened pickles and other unopened foods. Soon enough, it was like home.

I went out every day, collected debris and and natural supplies like Leaves and small bushes, camouflaged my home with mud and leaves and rocks and debris, and put the small bushes in a row on one side.

*A few months later*

Only a couple of months and I was a changed person. I wore the same hoodie, but I had a camo poncho made from a net with interweaved grass and leaves.

My hair was braided, I still wore my beanie, and I put on a different pair of black tights and a skirt. I had an extra pair of leggings, but I chose Tights.

I had band aids on my fingers, my bracelets were still as clean as possible, and I have a journal to keep track of what I do and what type of attacks I encounter.

Today I will venture to Main Street in search of food, as the food I'm already rationing is running low. When I get there, it's destroyed.

And there's a Brooklyn cutout with a camera. I grab it, and look at it, then take it with me, grabbing a bag. There was a misplaced Scooter, what looked like drool on the table, and hats and sunglasses strewn everywhere.

It had been tampered with. "This place. Someone has been here. There's no way it all stayed in tact after a fight this big." I say.

A hear a thump, and See Rexy, looking around and dragging a bush. I go home and decide I will look at the tape tomorrow .
(462 words, also this is when the story gets shittyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭)