Our Unhappy Ending (Alois Trancy x Reader)

With You

Your/Sam's perspective
The next morning, Alois seems to have mostly reverted back to his usual attitude.
He never mentions last night's events to me.
We're both sitting in what appears to be a living room, and sipping tea that is just a tiny bit too hot.
I am seated on a lounge that is the color of blood.
Alois is sitting next to me.
He is staring into space with a strange expression plastered on his face.
He hasn't bothered to drink more than a few sips of his tea. Not that I blame him. It's too hot. It's also quite salty.
I'm tempted to wave my hand in his face and yell his name, but I restrain myself.
"Alois?" I ask, "You there?"
He blinks a few times and shakes his head.
"Yeah." He says. "I was just thinking about..... things."
His smile is intentionally creepy.
I look away and try to appear unimpressed.
Alois frowns and tilts his head slightly.
We both sit in silence for a while.
I can't tell if Alois is intentionally avoiding a conversation, or if he has nothing to say.
I often wonder what goes on in that mind of his.

The perspective of Alois Trancy.
I don't like silence.
Especially when a person is silent.
It usually means that they are either dead, or contemplating death.
Loud noises are even worse.
Especially when they are screams or unidentified moans.
I decide to break the silence.
I turn to Sam.
"I'd like to get to know you more."
They turn around a little.
"So," I continue, still speaking in a soft voice, "What's your.... favorite color??"
It's an incredibly juvenile question, but I can't think of anything else to say.
They pause for a moment before responding.
"Blue." They reply.
"Oh, and you don't need to talk so softly."
"I just thought that I... I scared you. I don't want you to be afraid of me."
They laugh.
"Alois Trancy, you're a strange guy, but I'm not really... scared of you. That's just the way you are. And it's not like you're going to change anytime soon."
Words pour out of my mouth before I have the chance to stop them.
"That's not me!" I nearly cry out, "I mean, I'm not completely crazy, I'm just a human being with a little more madness than others." I wink.
They don't laugh.
"If by 'crazy' you mean sadistic, then, sure."
"Hey, uh, not all pain is funny, like, um, if you got hurt, I wouldn't like it. At all."
I'm speaking entirely from the heart, hardly processing anything I'm saying.
They turn around.
"Can you please promise one thing? In exchange for you, like bringing me here?"
"Yes."
They stare deep into my eyes.
"Don't. Hurt. Anyone. For. Fun."
I nod. It will take much of my willpower, but I am willing to do so. For them. For my own life.
Claude silently enters the room.
"Your Highness, Sebastian Michealis wishes to see you."
The blood drains from my face. Panic rises in my throat.
I force it down.
"Tell him to leave us alone."
Claude raises his eyebrows, but does not question me.
"Very well."
He stalks off.
Out of fear, I grab Sam's hand.
My breathing is heavy. My heart feels as if it's going to pound it's way out of my chest.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
Sam looks at me with worry in their eyes.
I move closer to them.
I want to be near someone.
I want to know that I won't be on my own in this.
I move even closer to Sam.
They cautiously put my cold, clammy hand in theirs.
I feel a bit calmer.
My breathing begins to even out a little. I pull them closer to me so that I can put my arms around them.
I feel so much better when I know someone's there. There's also something deeper to it-- that I don't want to admit.

Your/Sam's perspective.
Alois has his arms around my stomach area. He draws me closer to him so that our bodies touch. He leans his head on my shoulder. I don't mind.
He's so weak in moments like these. So vulnerable.
And so easy to manipulate.
I reprimand myself mentally.
I can't use him.
I wouldn't manipulate him for my own purposes. Ever.
I care about him.
I want to help him.
Wait, but what if I'm getting Stockholm Syndrome or something? What if this is just in my mind? What if he's actually really awful and I just don't see it?
I don't want to think that's the case.
I can only hope it isn't.
Alois hugs me tighter.
I don't think it is.