Tainted || Megumi Fushiguro x F!Reader ||

Chapter 1 ~|The strange white haired dude|~

"Eughhhh! Anybody? Anyone at all?!"

You groan in annoyance, swinging the flashlight around in your hand. Strolling through the abounded building was boring as hell, but according from what you've found out, they have the coolest ghosts. Sure, they were easy to kill most of time, but they look real sick.

You stuff your free hand in your in your pocket, your back slightly slouched as you walk up the stairs through the debris. It's sunny out and the light peaks through the cracks and holes of the building. The moment you turn to scan the area, you meet a wall with a gooey face. Bulging eyes meet you bored ones. A disgusting noise leaves the creature. With a swift movement you hop back further into the room, away from the stairs. The gooey, putrid purple ghost oozes out of the wall. A quiet huff of disappointment leaves your lips. This spirit isn't that impressive looking. Just a purple blob body, two flimsy arms and bulging eyeballs on its- head?

Seen shits that look like you, done shits like you- Wait no! Gross...

"Bleh." You mutter to yourself.

Your thoughts and anticipations were soon cut off, as the spirit comes charging towards you. A sharp gasp of surprise escapes your mouth and you quickly jump out of the way. You hated moving too much while fighting these demons. Usually you just stand there and observe the monstrosities, then kill them with an outstretch of your fingers. This one was different. Your breaths start to become heavy as the spirit continues to constantly swing its arms in attempt to hit you. You just jump, hop and run around the empty grey room, dodging its attacks. Its arms would stretch far to reach you, they reminded you of those sticky stretchy hand toys, emerging a small chuckle from you.

The spirit pauses its movements, so so do you. You stare at it with a curious gaze.

"Feisty, huh?" You comment quite loudly, as if the thing wouldn't be able to hear you from across the room and reply.

To your surprise, a voice does reply.

"Honestly feisty is cute, but you should raise your standards."

An enthusiastic voice echoes through the room, causing you to jolt. You quickly turn around, your eyes darting around the room, the giant hole in the building lighting it up nicely. Finally, your gaze lands on a creepily tall man leaning against a wall. White hair, a blindfold on his eyes, his arms crossed. Before you could even question him or even utter out a word, he cuts you off.

"I mean, dodging a gooey purple blob? Come on, that's hardly a warm-up!" The man chuckles softly.

"Need a hand? Or are you going to keep dancing around like that? Honestly, I'm impressed you haven't fallen asleep yet!"

His words cause your eyebrows to furrow slightly. You open your mouth to retort.

"I-"

He flashes you an amused smile, he enjoyed watching you get chased around by the unimpressive curse spirit.

"You do know you could've just ended it by now, right? But hey, you do you. I'm just here for the show." His laugh echoes through the building.

Annoyance for this unknown man spikes in your gut, but deep down, he reminded you of Mary. Mary's teasing and playful personality, except she had that old person charm. This old man lacked it, but you still can't help, but find his silly nature refreshing.

As you were about to say something, a gooey hand comes stretching out and grabs you. The spirit finally making contact with you. The cool, sticky, purple goo enclosing around your torso and sticks to your garments. You mentally grimace, not wanting to seem weak in front of the strange man. With a quiet tsk and I tensing of your shoulders, you yell.