Akrasia | A Day Union choose-your-own-adventure book. | DU, NC, and reader

11 (COMPLETE)

You have chosen to take your usual route to work.

It may be longer, but it certainly is a hell of a lot safer.

The sounds of your shoes thumped loudly against the pavement, your soles meeting the hard ground with every step.
You run quickly along the sidewalk, when suddenly, you stop after hearing faint noises from the graveyard.

Your head snaps in the direction of the sound, yet you see nothing.
Nothing, except for a faint red circle in the cover of the shadow.
Your breath hitched in your throat as the sound of footsteps began coming from the direction of the circle.

It was the undertaker.

You knew it was.

That red circle belonged to the eyepatch that he always wore, the one that covered his left eye. You broke out into a sprint in the direction of your workplace.
Your head whirled around to the figure that was behind you, which was rapidly approaching you, a twisted grin plastered on its face.

You sped up your pace, and so did the figure.
Your lungs burned, and your legs began to cramp, while the grim operative behind you seemed to be able to run for another day at his pace.
You kept your eyes glued on him in horror as he began getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, you felt yourself collide with something, sending your body flying forward like a ragdoll.

A feeble grunt and the sound of glass breaking could be heard.
Your face met the ground, and you dragged along it for a few seconds.
Your movement eventually came to a halt, and you felt the warm liquid from your injury begin to seep out and roll down your cheek.

You forced yourself onto your knees, dusting yourself off hastily.
The undertaker seemed to have stopped advancing, as you couldn't hear his footsteps behind you anymore.

What you could hear, though, is sobbing coming from the thing you collided with.
You turned around to face The Priest, who sat on his knees, sobbing into his hands.
A broken vase lay at his feet, along with pale powder that was slowly being stolen by the wind.

“Oh! now I'm going to have to get a new urn! And these ashes! They're everywhere! What am I going to tell this poor civillian's family? How miserable!”

The desolate operative began sobbing again.

Your mouth gaped as you soon realized what you had just done.
You had ran into an operative, which was technically hitting them, which, by the Union's standards, was a punishable offense.

And you had also just destroyed the remains of a fellow civillian's body.
Which is also a punishable offense.
Depending on what operative you had done this near, your brains would have either been scattered across the floor by now, or you would've been offered cake.

You could almost feel the undertaker smile from whatever hidey-hole he was in.
You let out a groan as you realized how much shit you were in.
You knew that Sorrowful would most likely keep his mouth quiet, as he is not one to snitch on civillians, but Macabre…that's who you were really worried about.
He would take the first chance he got to report you to The Guard, or worse, take matter into his own hands and deal with you himself.

If you survived your ongoing encounter with him, that is.

Your disappearance would be swept under the rug, and no one would pay it a second thought.
Just like the fellow that currently lay on the ground before you, trapped in dusty clouds, being whisked away by the wind.

A small tear formed in your eye.

There were no possible positive outcomes that could come out of this.
If you survived, you were absolutely going to get fired for being late…again.
You had the definite possibility of a target on your back from the city's undertaker, and now you had several charges against your name.
You were fucked either way.

Super, super fucked.

The footsteps began to start up again, joining the sound of sobbing, and causing you to snap out of your thoughts.
The graveskeeper had finished watching your little shit show, and was back to chasing you.
The faint red glow from his eyepatch came into view, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
The sound of laughter echoed all around you, but one sound stood above it all.

Sorrowful's pitiful sobs.

You glanced down to the bawling operative.
Part of you wanted to help him, but your instincts were telling you to run.
You could hear the undertaker's footsteps grow louder.
He is beginning to close in on you.

You have to make a decision.

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So…. what happens now?

Help Sorrowful: Turn to [PAGE 8]
Run away: Turn to [PAGE 20]

(A/N: It took me like five days to write this. My procrastination skills are off the charts-)