Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 98: A family's concerning love

Y/N's pov:

Activating an illusion around the house with your demon you crouched down to check the ground surrounding the doghouse. The grass was indeed real when you drag you fingers along it's smooth wet blades. Letting them wrap around your fingers to drag you under. Yet when you gripped it back a pulled, the dirt below nudged up as if you were a cat pulling on an apartments carpet to prey free from its owner's arms.

Patting it around you soon felt a hard long bump on either side of the tiny house. Grabbing your dagger you slice through and soon find a railing. The type that would move something backwards and forward easily with wheels. Pulling the grass you sure enough find wheels lying on their side like a Rollercoaster's wheels on either side of the metal pole.

Pulling out your gun and tightening your grip on your dagger you kick the house back and reveal a long narrow staircase heading down below the house's left side. At the bottom was a metal sealed door.

"Rumors always hold some truth in them," you mutter. Getting ready to head down you felt a chill. Someone was watching you and getting close.

Spinning a pining your dagger lightly on their throat you snare at them with red eyes. Red eyes that met with amused golden ones that raised one single well trimmed black eyebrow.

"Your into knife play and exhibition now darling?"

"Eve," you groan and drop your guard. Checking her throat for any marks. Luckily none were left. The demoness laughs and walks ahead of you into the bunker. Jumping down the stairs you quickly ask her why she was here. To your mental torture and stress addiction she just flipped her hair and laughed.

"Eve."

"Y/N." She returns a serious face. Eyes flashing like a sniper bullet shot out into the daylight. "I'm here now so take it or leave it be."

Without another word you accept with a sigh in which she accepted by returning her attention to the heavy door before her. The door was clearly made from thick steel, the type you would find in an old battle ship. The handle and lock to the door was a wheel, showing that water, sunlight, fresh air, or anything from the world above and surrounding the bunker would be allowed in. In reflection, anything inside wouldn't be able to get out.

"Someone was paranoid," Evelynn says as she leans forward to scratch at the door.

The scratchy brown patches and strong smell only agreed with analysis. "Shall we darling?"

With a flick of her wrist the shadows rise and pull both of you into the bunker. Inside it was pitch black and quiet- the type of darkness and silence a believer fears death is like if they don't put their faith in something. But to you two, it was nothing for colors became more vibrant. Then again you both knew that in the darkness peoples and places true selves are revealed.

"Please tell me you're getting Fallout vibes," you whisper as you cough out the dusty 70s vibe the place suffocated your lungs with its warm hues and fuzziness. You hold your gun out to Evelynn, which she takes.

"No..." her low heels echo lightly off the carpeted floor. The patterns and thickness of the carpet did little to make the place feel like a home. It only reminded the encaged that this place was a simple illusion of what is outside. "Maybe Colver Field?"

"I think you're thinking about Clover Field Lane, but maybe." You took the opposite side of the place, heading towards the kitchen. Just like the ground, the wooden cabinets tried to hide the metal that sculpted the place.

"Jinix, can you see if someone can head to the library to see what their bunker is like?" Jinix's voice came out slightly scratchy, telling the two of you that she would do it.