Technical Difficulties (Oblivious!Genos X Reader)

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You sat there with a dead expression. You had bags under your eyes as if you've hadn't had a good night's rest for the longest time. You continuously built clocks, planting a small amount of an explosive material that goes off after you completed the process. You were forced to create clocks that go off with an alarm warning before it explodes. You never built this kind of offensive threat before but you managed to pick up enough knowledge to make one with the provided materials at the main base that you were kept in.

"How's that leg of yours?"

You knew whose voice it belonged to yet you decided not to answer and continue on making lethal explosives with your bare hands. You knew that you lost the leg. It was badly wrapped and it hurt like hell, as if it was lit on fire. You were left in a wheelchair but as long as you were comfortable, you didn't complain once.

"You're doing a pretty good job at this. I don't understand why we didn't recruit you earlier." 

Again, you decided to keep quiet while he walked around, scrutinizing your piece of work.

"They look beautiful. I really can't wait to see them explode once we start planting them." he commented.

".... Where?" You asked.

"That's none of your business. All you have to do is finish these."

You sighed and started a new one.

"What's with the long face?" He asked.

You turned the dialed specifically at 2 o'clock and opened the box to set the timer. Your hands were covered in dirt. Not to mention, they were aching since the small pointy cogs were a pain in the ass to take care of. 

"Oh, would you look at that." He indicated as he points at your bandage.

You glanced down to see that it had slowly come undone, soaked in fresh blood from two days ago. You didn't want to touch it. 

"Leave it." You commented.

"You're not worried about losing blood?"

"Can't you just leave me alone?" You asked sternly. 

"Ah, yes okay. I can see that you're in a bad mood but I have something to show you."

"I found this weird looking thing that fell out of your pocket the other day." The male spoke.

You looked over to see that he was holding a familiar object. 

"Hey! That's mine!! Give it back!" You demanded as you held out your hand.

"Oh? So this must be important to you." He cooed.

"I said, give it back! It's not yours!" You yelled.

"Alright alright, calm down sheesh. You're so loud. But on one condition." He scoffed.

"What the hell is it?" You muttered in annoyance.

"Put some of that in here too." He commanded.

You looked over to see the pile of explosive materials sitting by you.

"B-But don't you know how long it took me to make that??" You stuttered.

"Don't you know how much I don't give a shit?" He replied.

He throws it onto the table where light was visible and finally left you alone. You eyed at the object that lays on the cold surface. It was the music box that you plan to give to Genos if you ever see him again. You grabbed the box and spun the small handle. Music filled the air while you continuously listened to it, hopefully giving you comfort to help you calm down and know that everything will be okay as you continued to make dangerous explosive clocks that can simply kill you if you were to activate it by accident.