Freedom | Killer x Female!Reader

12.

Horror POV

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"What are we gonna do with him?" I ask as I stare down at Killer, who's unconscious. There's a small crack in his skull, which is most likely from when I elbowed him in the face to get him away from Dust. I slowly pull his jacket off and make sure there's no knives or any other weapons hidden in there as Dust speaks.

"Tie him up." Dust mutters. "Obviously. We need to wait for this stupid brainwashing shit to wear off."

"But how long will that take?" I grab Killer and haul him over my shoulder.

"Dunno." Dust heads towards his house, his feet dragging in the snow as if that's the last place he wants to be. "Don't follow me. You figure out where to put him. If he starts stabbing you, scream for help and I might come."

I watch as he heads off, and I can faintly hear him slam the door to his house shut. I frown and carry Killer over to Grillby's, wondering if there's something there that can help us. My stomach growls as I swing the door open, and I stare at the empty bar longingly, wishing for even a scrap of food. Since Nightmare and the others left, Shattered hasn't given me anything to eat. I feel like I'm back in my AU, slowly starving to death over the course of seven years. What I wouldn't give for a chicken wing, even if it's cold.

Killer lets out a small grumble, and I nearly smash him into the floor, but I stop myself, making sure he's still unconscious. He shifts as if he's uncomfortable, then once he stills, he doesn't move again. I exhale a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, and I set him down on a dusty bar stool. He slumps over and his head slams down on the counter, and I wince as he shifts again. He mumbles something about Shattered, and I feel my soul metaphorically crack. I gently pat his head, hoping for him to wake up, grin at me, and apologize for trying to hurt us, but all he does is growl and go back to sleep. I sigh, then freezes as his eye sockets open slowly. He sits up and glances around, then he spots me, and DT starts to form in the corner of his eyes.

"...H-Hi..." I mumble, giving him a nervous wave.

He summons a knife in his hands silently, and I back up until I'm against a wall. He approaches me without a word, and I swallow thickly as he raises the knife. I don't want to hurt him, and I'm still not very strong from Shattered's torture, so fighting him and winning isn't very likely to happen, especially since he's more trained in this. So I decide to just tackle him and hope Dust might come back soon enough. I lunge at Killer and wrap my arms around his hips, pulling him to the ground. He snarls and attempts to stab me, but I rip the knife out of his hands before he can. He kicks me in the pelvis, and I wince, but I've been hit there so many times that it doesn't hurt as much. I dig my knee into his hips and keep him down, then flip him onto his stomach and wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him into a chokehold. He kicks and writhes in my grasp, so I tighten my grip, and he starts choking.

"Quit fighting." I growl into his ear. "You're not being yourself."

He claws at my arm, DT staining his cheeks. Eventually, he goes limp, and for a moment I think he fell unconscious, but his eye sockets are still open.

"Killer?" My voice grows softer, and I loosen my grip a little so he can breathe. He closes his eye sockets, breathing heavily.

"...I'll kill you for this." He whispers. "Y-You can't hide from him forever..."

"Killer." I hug him. "You aren't yourself. Please. Shattered is the enemy."

"You're... You're not tricking me." He growls softly.

"I'm not tricking you; you're being brainwashed by Shattered." I squeeze him. "Please Killer. We- We need you back... Y/N needs you..."

He stiffens, and for a moment, I wonder if I've gotten through to him. "...Y/N is here? You have her?"