Dimensions | A (anime/fictional) various x gn!reader

The filler episode

♕Question of the day: Do math everyday untill you die or never listen to music again?♔

(3rd person POV)

Your previous tought were correct, this was going to be a sacrifice mission.

Conch had to turn back to his humanoid form to run on land and he was... clumsy, to say the least.

You should have expected sea creature's to be bad at using legs.

Since the dude was way bigger then you, you scrapped the idea of carrying him trough this maze of a base.

Conch and you ran trough the stone halls, in peace for just a bit. That is untill the first cult member stumbled upon you, you smashed him against a wall with your powers in a flash. The hooded figure winces in pain as you two speed past him. 

Conch stumbles over his own feet and you pick him up with your powers, just setting him on a floating panel you conjured up to get this over with.

You run while concentrating on pulling the panel along behind you. You sprint up some stairs, blast some guy down the same stairs, kick a door in, get blasted with spells-

Get blasted with spells?

Aw shucks.

More people come running as you hiss at all the magic thats blasted at you. You fling conch and his panel trough a wall to atleast get him out.

The debris of the now broken wall fly around and you get a stone right to the head.

As your vision clouds with black spots, you can just see Conch looking back before sprinting off to what you presume would be the closest lake.

And... that's light out for you.

With a painfull, throbbing head and a useless vision, you only feel people picking you up before you fade into unconciousness again.

Well... atleast you saved a sea creature... Thats better then no-one. See, you're still a hero.. deep down.. somewhere.

"I can't believe you're alive... It seems I've underestimated you..."

You hear a familiar voice whisper.

Atleast your clothes aren't wet anymore... Actually, whatever your laying on feels pretty soft.

You feel a hand comb trough your hair, revealing your forehead. The person next to your half awake form carefully touched it. Must be where you got hit with a rock.

"Y/N, what a fine specimen you are..." The person murmurs. Must be Licht, he's been calling you some kind of experiment the whole time.

The man hums as he takes his hand off of you. By smelling sense alone it seems like he backed up.