Break a Horn / Fantoccio X Reader

5 / Undead

Your steps were careful and calculated, avoiding any debris that may make a noise if you stepped on it. You huddled close to a nearby building, gaining some security in your hiding spot.

You froze as you heard undead-like moaning from inside the building. There really were people here.

You shuffled past quickly and darted across the city in hopes of finding what you were looking for. Finally, you noticed a building with a hanging, rotten, wooden sign with a book carved on it. You assumed this would be the library.

You mindfully slipped into the library and exhaled a breath you had been holding in. It was dusty, and smelled awful, but all you had to do was find the spell book and go!

Fortune spells... tempting, but no... love spells? Ew, gross... no... curses...? Cool, but immoral... aha!

You pulled out a heavy, green book, healing spells. You skimmed through the table of contents. None for horn regrowth. You groaned and threw the book behind you, making quite a bit of noise, moving on to the next section of healing spells.

Every book didn't have what you were looking for, and you were about to pluck the last one from the shelf when you heard movement right outside the library. You gulped and hastily flipped to the table of contents before the figure could find you.

There it is! Horn/antler regrowth!

The book was too thick to fit in your bag as you struggled cramming it in. Instead, you would only have to take the pages.

You noted the page number and leafed for it, grabbing the edge of the page and starting to tear it. It made a loud, ripping sound halfway down, alerting the figure outside judging by the loud moan it produced.

You nearly dropped the book as you tried to tear out the next page before the resident could get in. You were startled by the door flinging open and a raspy growling as the decaying villager lunged at you with hands outstretched.

"Holy shit!" You shrieked as you ducked out the way. You dropped the pages and the book completely, but you were too scared to make a grab for it.

You bounded out the door and made a run for it in a random direction. More villagers reached out to catch you, and you accidenta—skillfully dodged them.

You leapt onto an abandoned carriage and jumped forward to gain some distance between you and the civilians in hot pursuit. For zombies, you were expecting them to be more slower, but you were dead wrong.

Up ahead, you spotted a huge building, with an iron gate surrounded it, no less!

You thought that if there were any people in the building, they would be easier to take care of in a more confined space, less likely to sneak up on you.

Plus, the added protection of the iron gate was gratefully noted.

You assumed the gate would be locked, so you hopped up on a very conveniently placed stack of old logs, being mindful enough to kick it down to roll into the crowd, and eliminate their method of getting in.

You did a quick once-over of the gate surrounded the perimeter, checking for any openings or rusted spots. Then, you busted out a window on the side and jumped in, landing on the pile of shattered glass.

You hissed when a couple of shards stuck to your skin, but you flicked them off and wiped away the blood. Now, you would have to worry about the residents of this place.