Misfits (ekko x reader)

XXXIV.

Author's note: Dude, this fic on here has like 3.5k reads, how, just how? That's mental honestly
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You were almost at the door when it flung open and a familiar face exited. Where have you seen this guy?
"You! You're still alive?"
"Who- ohhhhh, yeah!"
You offered a boy with orange curly hair, now cut into a mullet, a hand to shake, and he took it with a smile.
"I'm suprised you seem happy to see me, you looked really weirded out the last time we spoke, which, I don't blame you for."
The boy scoffed and pushed you back into the bar, waving at his friends and pointed towards you. They returned his gesture with an applaud and cheers.
"I mean, you threw us off a little, but it turned into a cool story later and we actually started betting on if you actually managed to get a holding of the Firelights like you wanted."
"I did! I almost died in the process, but I did."

He pulled a chair from a nearby table, offering you a seat before he sat on the opposite side, facing you.
"Really? So you belong to Firelights now? Cool."
"Mhm, I can't thank you enough for telling me about them."
"Please, it's nothing, but, what's your name anyway?"
"Oh, I've never told you? It's [reader], you?"
"I'm Felix."
You were leaning against the chair and he motioned for you to sit down.
"No I'm sorry, I can't stay for long, I just came here to grab a bottle whiskey."
"Well, suit yourself in that case. What for? Celebrating successful attacks on shimmer deliveries?"
You shook your head and chuckled.
"No, no, it's for uh, personal use."

You said goodbye to the boy and eyed the bar, the barman seemed unpresent, and you creeped up to the long counter. When you deemed the coast to be clear, you leaned over and grabbed the first bottle of liquor that resembled a whiskey. Someone shouted something and you turned on your heel and ran out. Once out of the pub, you pulled your hoverboard out, activating it midair and flying towards the not so far away destroyed factory, planning to hide there if anyone followed you out.

Noone seemed to bother though, but you still went there, just to be sure, zooming over the half blown up doors and disappearing into the darkness, still on the board. You ended up in the same ceilingless room where you healed your fracture, your lips cured into a scowl at the memory. This place was ridden with them, and not ones you wanted to remember, so why did you keep coming back here?

Was it the comforting familiarity or the satisfaction you felt at the unfunctionality of the place? Or maybe the solace of the solitude this place offered? You didn't know, and you didn't want to know, you wanted to forget this factory, not be back here. The room was gray and dirty, cluttered with piles of bricks and pieces of wood, you stood in it's middle, focusing your mind on the weak pinkish glow, the last thing you wanted to see, announcing the presences of shimmer.

You put the whiskey bottle into a pocket of your cloak, it's top half sticking out and flew slowly over to the glare. Everything inside you screamed to turn and go, to leave it be, to forget the liquid and just return to the base, but you were still approaching it. How come you haven't noticed it last time you were here? You stoppes before a little box with neatly stacked vials of shimmer, complex unscathed by the past explosion. You took one long look at it, before sighing and shoving it into yours other pocket.

You turned the device around and sped out of the factory before you could make more stupid decisions. The liquid meant nothing but trouble, so why take it? The negatives outweighed the positive by a lot, and on top of everything, Ekko would be seething if he knew you did this. So let's make sure he never does.