Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 5: Guest Room.

Grillby's POV:

I guess I have to keep the business closed for a few days until I get help from Alphys when she is free. Now I got a runaway patient from an unknown hospital that is inferred to be harsh is in my house now. The person is sleeping on the bed breathing calmly. A good sign to show that the patient is still alive and is in a stable condition.

The fire monster was still in his usual business attire. He has to treat your feet from getting infected as he tucks you in first before doing anything when he got home. Grillby was sitting on the far side edge of the bed turn to looked at your sleeping face relief to see that you're resting properly. He got a good heart for caring about others. Both of you were in a guest room Grillby's have in his home. The room was dark so it won't bother you sleeping along with his flames. He was the only light source he needs to get around the dark when nighttime comes.

He quietly stood up walking towards the door. He took another glance at you to see he didn't wake you up in your sleep. He didn't know you're still asleep. He went to his room to rest. It's was late already even when he closed early, at 10 pm. What do you expect from when trying to be very carefully and slowly carrying a patient who knows how injured the patient is. 

Taking the knocked out body to the car and out of the car. And heck it is hard to unlock the door with a body. Grillby can't get his eyes off of you. For you might wake up and run off again once again he got no choice to do what's he believes is best for the patient.

He left the guestroom to his room. Greeted by more darkness and shadows that were the cast by his flames, the whole house is completely dark too. He wondered what kind of person you are. Besides, you were thought to be a test subject though he wasn't for sure. But he will find out who you are and why you at the back of his restaurant. Until the monster scientist in the underground is now an otaku in the surface, Alphys, came to check on you.

*A few moments back before this.*

*Ring*

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*Ring*

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*Ring*

*Click*

"U-um He-hello?" A nervous voice answered the pickup call. "Hello, Alphys," I responded. "Gr-grillby?!" Alphys was surprised that I called. "Gr-grillby wh-what's wrong? Did s-something happen?" She asks still rather surprised. "I found a body." "WHAT! Grillby what's going on there! Are you alright?!" She accidentally letting her voice rise when hearing a body is founded. "I'm fine," I assure her, "but the patient is not." "P-patient?" 

"I'll explain later. Right now this is important. When are you free and can you come over to help take a look at the patient I have found." It took a minute for Alphys to think about this sudden call. "A-alright, I'll help." She said in a more serious tone but still stutters. "How's hurt is the patient is?" She asks. "Not in a critical condition, but look exhausted and hungry. Got wounds on the feet as if ran through a forest." From what I have checked the feet that are severely wounded have burs and small twigs with dirt all over the feet as I looked at the feet. "O-ok I will be there this end of the week. Call me if the patient's health has worsened." 

*Click*

With that, the call ended. I look up to the patient. Completely out, not going to wake up anytime soon. I pick the body of the patient carefully; this is going to take some time. It's not because that I'm made out of fire monsters are mainly made of more magic than humans are so I can control it from not hurting anyone, but I don't know how injured this person is beside the feet. I can only see the external injuries. I can't tell if the patient might have broken a few or more bones somewhere. I need to be cautious, on how I hold the body.

*Back to the current time.*

Reader's POV

I hear ticking. Ticking..., what in the world is this sound coming from? I can't see. I can't make ground either. All I can do is follow the ticking. You were in the dark you were slightly floating. You were ignoring the fact you in a floaty state. You only focus the sound. You follow grasping to the dark to find an object or wall to keep you from knocking into anything. 

You came to a room. A white room similar to the ones you're so familiar with at the hospital. Usually, it would have a cushioning everywhere all over the floor and walls even the roof having nothing else. But this is room somewhat different. A more welcoming feel. It was a guest room. You saw a circle in front of you high on the wall. It has three lines on it with numbers. The third line is moving the fastest. You realized it's what they call a clock. The one object that tells you the time. Been awhile since you last seen one. There isn't any or a single one in sight at the mental hospital either. But for one. A small one much smaller one than the one I see right now. 

It was with a strap wrapped around the wrist of that bastard. Who pretends to care for the patients, but he's using these patients to get the money from those who are too naive to know the truth or even ignorant. Many do not know this, but this is all for business. That's how it goes for those with jobs do. Doing terrible things in the dark or even right over their noses to get the money to get the business going.

Not many know the dark parts of the system, only the ones who experience the tragic truths or those who do it. It's not so lovely, isn't it? Not everyone is wonderful, nor everyone is terrible either so the role or position you're in doesn't matter. If you bad or good more. It affects your actions even in the position you're in. It will harm you in any way somehow. It will just do like as if karma if done terrible things to others.

I look at the clock remembering the many lies that man have done and the harm he has done to me. I am his central core to get the money. I am the one who is the lab rat he uses to try out his 'new medicines' to 'help' others for the better good. Well, he uses it to make his clients depend on him for his medicines that turn out to be drugs only making you want more. And I'm one of the victims who have to take these 'medicines.'

I don't want them. I never wanted these to be in my body. I don't want to depend on these medicines, but I have to. I was forced to take them. I can't resist. That doctor always gets them in my system through a needle and syringe.

Your blood is rushing by the anger that is swelling up. The clock's glass starts to crack the more. You thought about the pain you've experienced for so many years he has caused you until you have, reach the limit to suppress your anger the glass of the clock shattered making it fell to the ground. Even so, the clock is stilling ticking.

You stared at the clock. You feel the pressure of the air pulling you down making you want to drop to your knees. After all this time, after you escaped no matter how much time has passed, that the clock ticks you still have this cage in you held captive of what you don't know nor understood why it's there in you. You don't have the key. Though the cage doesn't have a lock to unlock.

(A/N): Proud or happy of me to make another chapter? 

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