The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Chapter 2: Chase Me Down

I got home with Tess' help. She helped me unlock the door, and then I went into that bunker for the night. It has windows on the upper part of the wall, but only on one side, and the view is okay, I guess. I see ships flying by on occasion.

Y/N: Goodnight Tess... *Cough, cough*

Tess: You should go see a warlock like that one guy suggested, one of the healers. That, or just head down to the market and see one of the doctors. You're dying, yes, but that doesn't mean you can't get treatment to make the rest of your life easier.

Y/N: Maybe you're right... I'll consider it, now to bed I go. I can't hear you over the sleeping meds I'm about to take.

I pop a couple fast-acting sleeping pills in my mouth, Tess waving to me as I shut the door. I lock it and rush for the bed because these act FAST. As soon as I collapse onto my bed, I'm off to dreamland. My dreams haven't been anything special, nor do I dream.

Wishing I had a dreamland to go to, I woke up in the morning, with the same issues again. Luckily, Jimbop has graced me with easy listening and some good news. Looks like that Scorn problem isn't as bad as the Vanguard made it out to be. Who would've thought a problem that isn't labeled as "Darkness" isn't a big feat to worry about? My first customer of the day has an emergency, so much so that she can't wait for me to go about my routine.

Chase Hamley, who found her last name from a "discovery quest", what some guardians do when they need to break free for a spell and find themselves. Chase is human, just like me, goofy and quirky, which isn't like me, but something about her makes me smirk... sometimes... Again, a guardian that could easily be a walking corpse, considering they are ages old, but she looks like she's my age.

Unlike Mox's goth, she takes forced goth and tries to make herself look more normal. Goth, I've learned, is really a lifestyle, but to me, it's more like a look. Mox wears all black, wears black makeup, has dark purple hair. Chase has jet black hair, paler, but fairer skin, and amber eyes that could pierce a sun. She avoids dark makeup because she thinks it's less expressive.

When I first walk out of my door, Chase starts slamming on my shutter, shouting from the other side of it.

Chase: Y/N!!! Are you open?! It's Chase, it's an emergency!

Y/N mumbles: An emergency... okay... *Cough, cough, cough.... Coughing spasm*

I rush over and press the open button on my shutter, opening the stand suddenly, outside of my usual hours. I say that, but it's only fifteen or so minutes before opening... still enough to make me insane. She dives over the counter, causing me to fall and leaving a couple stasis crystals melting on my counter as they fall off her cape.

Stasis is one of the many elements they use to fight. It's a darkness element, but it really acts like ice, almost exactly like ice. She shoots up, closing the shutter and then ripping her sparking helmet off. Her face is a little worse for wear too, covered in some char and even having to use her ghost to pull a stasis crystal out of her cheek. It's creepy to watch the hole patch itself up.

Y/N: Jeez, what... w-what *COUGH!* What the hell happened, Chase?! I just fixed this gear for you like a week ago.

Chase: Well, they certainly don't make them like they used to, Y/N... or... maybe it's you... I'm kidding, kidding, wipe that frown off your face...

Y/N: What happened?

Chase: It's really rough stuff... I mean, but you can fix me up, right?

Y/N: WHAT... *Cough, cough, cough*

I start to cough uncontrollably, having to lean on the shutter to cough until I'm comfortable. As I cough some more, her ghost flies over to scan me, I gently push it away as it continues to try and scan me. Like as if she already knows. I also forget, some of these hunters aren't ever around unless their fireteam needs them, so it's possible she doesn't know at all unless Mox told her... which... I highly fucking doubt.