The Nockfell Complex (Sal fisher + 2 others x reader)

Mystery Meat

Routines were easy to fall back into at the Addison Apartments. While you had scarcely discussed renovations you thought were needed for apartment 404, the lights were the first thing to fix. You hadn't wanted to step foot back into the apartments by yourself, so you had waited out in the hallway, pacing back and forth until Lisa came out of the elevator with packages of lightbulbs tucked under her arm. She greeted you kindly, and you unlocked the door for her to go in.

You watched like a hawk while she replaced your lights. While she tacked on new drywall to areas of the wall exposed. In each room, it went okay. No sign of the demon again, as if it had abandoned the space after being discovered. Some day you'd ask. Someday, you'd bring it up and tell the boys the demon had been in your room. Just not today.

Routines were easy to fall back into. While renovations were being done, you had been given two options of rooming, since you had no furniture and Miss Lisa Johnson would not allow you to sleep on the cold, hard floor. There was no convincing her otherwise, though you had modestly tried. She offered you a room in her home, for which you had to thank her profusely for, and Henry Fisher had been kind enough to allow you to stay as well.

So you bounced back and forth and joked with Sal and Larry that it felt like a custody arrangement. Back and forth you'd go through the floors at night. Staying a night or two at Sal's, and then the next at Larry's, or at least that was the thought-out plan. All under the guise of waiting for repairs.

Plans regarding Mrs. Packerton had been prepared and dolled out. A group, consisting of you, Sal and Larry would go in Today, anytime between 3 and 8. Packerton would be Out of the house during that time. That was, at least, the report Todd had given the three of you, based on periodically checking outside of his apartment for any noise in the neighboring home.

So when you, Sal and Larry left Todd's apartment around 5, the three of you knew you had time to spare and look around the apartment. You knew the cameras in the hall had been disabled when the little blinking red light had fizzled out and the camera drooped down.

"We've got keys?" You ask, puzzled.

"Nah, we've just gotta hope she leaves it unlocked." Larry snorts, shaking your shoulder as he pulls out a paperclip and a bobby pin from his pocket, grinning. "Courtesy of stuff my Ma uses. She won't miss one pin."

"Let's just do this quickly.'' Sal breathes, shuffling step to step. You have to agree, some part of this was vastly uncomfortable. Perhaps the bit where you don't know what you'll find.

After the door was unlocked and the three of you walked in, there was unanimous gagging from the three of you from the smell alone. The stench was putrid, something of bodily fluids you didn't even want to think about

"How could anyone live like this?" You mutter.

"It smells like ass in here. Ass and old feet." Larry holds a hand over his mouth. "Good lord " Sal coughs. "We gotta keep this short, this is disgusting."

The three of you move on to exploring the living room and kitchen area for anything strange, anything that might explain what was going on with the lunch meat. There was a painting of a farm beside the door, and while you stood beside it, Sal paused in his walk to the kitchen, squinting.

"Maybe she does work on a farm. "

"Maybe, but even if she is.. she's not using regular meat, Todd said so." You remark, staring up at the painting. Even the paint seemed slightly...rotted. Uncared for. Blemished and dirty.

"I hope for all of us that he's wrong." Sal breathes as he moves on, leaving you to observe.

There was a large radio sitting on a coffee table beside the couch, but you thought it better to look around more before poking around and changing radio stations. The temptation, however, was enormous. What twisted things could a Math Teacher have set and ready to play?