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💨 Nowhere To Run, Eh?: Seek x Reader (Friendly) 💨

Details:
Seek is genderless
Y/N is Non-binary

Requested by: Gohahaj

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Seek's P.O.V.:

To be honest, It's been a while since humans have showed up in here. Because think of it: why would anyone would ever want to roam into an abandoned hotel built in the 30's, almost falling apart?

And the fact that I'm the only one with a functional brain among all the others doesn't help either. Except for Figure, but he's blind so he unfortunately doesn't count.

Either way, being the only same entity that knows killing is pointless, is kinda annoying.

Also, don't ask how I realized killing isn't fun anymore. I have had a terrible time running behind humans due to my constant exhaustion, but we don't talk about that.

Anyways. I was just chilling in my corridor, looking at the pouring rain outside, when the eyes I leave at room 29 to spy on whatever the hell might be going on before my corridor spotted a human walking through, and I knew I would have to chase them down.

Sure, it had been a while since I've last ran behind a human, but I often make Courtyard Runs* when everyone is asleep, meaning I keep myself exercised and touching grass; something Rush doesn't do.

Courtyard Runs: Seek runs from door 90 to 99 in a back to back pattern.

Back to the human. I knew I had to position myself under the floorboards to emerge from them and blast my chasing song to chase the human down, and I have to admit that seeing their frightened faces have awoken a sadistic side of me, but I don't care.

Funny how I hate and like hunting humans at the same time, it's like I am split up between two halves, and I have to admit that it's sorta entertaining to myself. After all, being trapped here for eternity has to have a way to keep us in place.

The human was arriving, so it was time for me to lock in. I'll have to make my best efforts to do whatever it takes to get into their bloodstream.

Y/N's P.O.V.:

This damned place took down my partner in urbex, F/N. And I was having hatred developed in my heart towards the thing that killed him. It was a blue ghost, and it got me once, but I managed to survive and find some bandages to stop a bit of the bleeding in my knees and right hand.

I was progressing through, my go pro with its battery near the end, meaning my exploration would be unfinished, and I honestly don't know if I might come out of here alive, but all that was on my mind were the eyes that were staring me down from the walls.

It remembered me from my job as an urbex cataloguer, hunting and destroying anything that could spot us in buildings, but seeing that black goo run down the walls, accompanied by eyes from the size of my nose to the size of my head, it made know that if I try to poke one of them something might happen to me.

I know it isn't something I'm 100% sure, but in this situation trying to test my theory isn't an option.

Eventually, I was met with a large hallway, with huge windows. The eyes had disappeared, and part of me was relieved, but the other was worried. What if that was the buildup of something?

I shook the thought off, and I went to open the drawers near the entrance and middle of the corridor. I found another bandage in one of them, and I applied it to my cheek, because that stupid flying ball bit me, probably giving me an unknown infection that will probably come to bite me later.