The Boot Shiner (Destiny x Male Reader)

Act 3, Chapter 36: No

WHICH POV IS THIS?

IT'S HIM! JOHN DESTINY! Y/N!

I wake up in a black space, empty, and null. This air, it's... hot, thick... but I... I am not myself. A glowing light begins to form in front of me, a flower blooming out of thin air is what I thought at first, but then it talked to me. Its petals flared out to what seems to analyze me, then I can finally hear...

???: Hello? Are you there?

I can barely feel my senses, so much so that I can't even speak. I can't bring my arms upward because something is blocking me in the dark, like I'm in a box or something.

???: Guardian? Hello? Oh, why didn't I think of this... *Mechanical noises*

It collapses and proceeds to fly downward. I can feel my legs clenching as they try to stretch and/or move but they can't with this limited space. The flying flower comes up and gazes at me with its singular eye yet again. Finally, I can feel my senses come back, but I'm still partially deaf.

???: This is why ghosts don't revive people in coffins... I am seeing it now... Can you speak? Have you regained your senses?

Me: W-wh...

I grunt slightly, trying to form mouth words. I don't know how, I don't know what, but I can speak its language like it's muscle memory, like I've done it many times before.

Me: What... what am... what are this? No... what is this?

???: There you are...

Me: What's going on?

???: Relax, relax, guardian. I'm gonna need your eyes up at me while you try and wake up. *Mechanical noises* It seemed to have worked and I made you... alive. I've been looking for a guardian for a while, and I finally found one! I'm a ghost... and... more importantly, I am your ghost.

I manage to reach up my arms, my joints cracking and aching as I do so, trying to solve any problem of stiffness. The mechanical yet feminine voice is still talking as I try to crack my fingers, or at least articulate them.

Ghost: You... well... you have been dead a rather long time, but not as long as most... Let's see... six months to be exact! Most of the time when ghosts resurrect their guardian, they don't remember a thing, so it's normal to see things you will NOT understand. I see your body is already starting to wake up, which you're going to need if we're going to get out of here.

Me: I-I can't... breathe...

Ghost: You're in a casket that's been buried six feet under the soil within the Pale Heart, a space made up of... well... all the Traveler's memories! Right now, we're in the Impasse, a rather dangerous combat zone thanks to some of the Hive who have stuck around. I'm calculating ways to get you out, and I'll be sure to revive you if you suffocate.

Me: What do I do?

Ghost: Spare your breaths. That's the best advice I have, when you can fully articulate your arms, I want you to try and break out of here, that... or you die, and I resurrect you on the surface.

Me: Okay...

I start pushing against the wall of the casket in the darkness but it doesn't move. I realize parts of it are weak, so I hit them, breaking them apart little by little with each rapid hit.

Ghost: You're through the casket!

I continue beating at the casket, shavings of wood and other biodegradable materials falling on my face. I brush it away, then continue pushing forward, able to get my back off of the flat surface. A piece of cloth blocks me, some kind of cloak or maybe a blanket that I yank on.