Handsome Jack X Reader

Diamond in the Rough

~You might be a little confused here so let me shed some light on this situation. You're not really talking to someone in particular, as more you're talking to a memory.~
"Whats going on.... Who are you and why are you here? What's your name?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know your own name?"

"I don't know."

"Then I must leave."

"Wait no! Please... I can't be alone again.."

"This is how it has to be."

The words rang in your head as you look around only to see black. Coldness surrounded you and you felt your eyes swell with warm tears. Falling to your knees you hold yourself tightly and your vision starts to fade.

Opening your eyes abruptly, you look around you. Pulling the hair out of your face, all you see is wreckage and fire. As you try to get up, you feel a shooting pain in your right arm. Looking over to see why, you see your arm bruised and cut up. More around your knuckles.

"What happened?"

Finally sitting up you look around. "Where am I?" You hear escape your lips. Standing up slowly, you loose your balance tripping and falling over back to hard ground. You stand up again and decide to look around more. Billboards, metal scraps, and a lot of other things clutter the ground, piling on top of each other.

As you pass by a shattered mirror, you look in it. You reach up to your face and blink. "Who am I?" You hear come out of your mouth again. Your clothes are torn and have burn marks on the ends of your shirt and coat. Shaking your head, you decide to press on.

Turning one more corner, you come across to what looks like a giant screen. Shattered and dismantled, you step closer only to be startled when it flashed on. For a second it was only static. Then a familiar face appeared. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you recognized that face. The screen flashed on and off then was shut down. The next thing you knew, you felt a stinging pain on the side of your head. Then it was black, cold... and lonely, once again.