Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Character Development

You bolted into Chris's tent where you could hear screaming and blood chilling gasps of forgiveness from God.
'My brain feels like it's melting!' You could hear Chris gasp loudly as we entered the tent.
'I got her.'
You rushed to Chris's side, pushing past everyone surrounding him. His skin was beginning to flake off, like paint chipping off the walls. The moment he looked at you, his skin faded back to its normal pale tone and the cracks began to fade.
'D-Don't leave me that long ever again, please...' Chris raised his hand and slowly ran his thumb over your cheek.
'W-What? What happened to you?' You suddenly yelled, making everyone behind you flinch.
'Leave us.' Chris gestures for everyone to get out. '(Y/n), I was constructed to be perfect for you. What do you think happens if my girl leaves me for too long?'
Those words made your heart jackhammer against your rib cage, but you tried to ignore it.
'You'd...um...flake away?'
'If you leave for too long, my skin begins to fade and I go back to the crusty old man I once was. While you're by my side, I'll stay in this body. So don't leave me, (Y/n)...I can't survive without you. I love you.' Chris smiled softly, making your heart melt. You only knew him for a little amount of time, but something about him drew you into an unholy spiral of feelings and emotions. It was a strange feeling, but one you had felt before.
'I-I uh...'
'I understand your hesitancy, I truly do. But remember, I was made for you. I am your perfect person, flaws and all. All the things I do are things you've subconsciously asked of me when we formed our contact. All you have to do for me is a few jobs. Trust my words, I was made for you.'

You were restless that night. You slept in Chris's room while he went out to do whatever he needed to do. Devin would come in every few seconds to see if you were okay, but it seemed like he didn't know you knew he was there.
'Why do you keep checking on me?' You groaned, turning towards the ghost boy peeking into the tent.
'Just checking up...Chris has a habit of leaving women in bad places, 'e does.' Devin stood there for a few moments before fading into nothing and leaving you by yourself for only a few seconds. After those few moments, he appeared once more and peeked inside.
'If you're going to come in every ten seconds, you might as well stay in here.' You yawned.
'Can't do that. 'E put a spell on the tent 'e did. And eh, sorry f'peekin' in so of'en. Few seconds feels like f'ever, it does.' Devin sighed, allowing me to notice the white puff of smoke exit his translucent lips.
'Did you breathe?'
''Course I do. How else am I s'posed t' feel human? Ghosts can do human things, 'ey just don't need to.' Devin finished and began to fade away until you interrupted him.
'Ghost, what's your accent?' You said the first thing that popped into your head
'I d'know. Just can't be bothered speakin' whole words anymore. Thousand years can do that t'ya'. Just get tired of doin' pointless things. D'you not like my words?' Devin looked down for a moment before taking another deep breath.
'I don't know. I guess it's a bit difficult to understand but it's your voice. If you're comfortable with it then so am I.' You planted your bare feet on the floor and snatched the blanket from Chris's bed. 'Did you want me to move outside?'
'No, miss, 'ts okay.' By the time he finished talking, you had already left the tent and sat down next to Devin's floating spirit. You held the blanket open for Devin and spoke quietly.
'Did you wanna sit with me?'
'Sure, missy.'
He wedged himself in the small space between the blanket and you, and let his arm pass through the side of your body. You didn't realise until he pointed out your goosebumps and apologised.
'It's alright. It's just a bit cold. Say, can you possess people?'
'Yes, but I don't like it. 'Feel like I'm stealing their lives, y'know? Those hours I spend controllin' them they could be out in the world meeting their fiancé.' You adored how thoughtful Devin was. Even after death he treated living people like they were higher then him. He seemed to admire living people.
Devin suddenly shot up and took a sharp breath.
'Chris is back.' Devin looked around for something, but lost hope the moment Chris saw you.
'(Y/n), what're you doing out here? You'll catch a cold...come inside.' Chris passed through Devin, as if he couldn't see him and suddenly shivered. 'Devin, leave. I know you're there.' Chris suddenly sounded angry. Devin stayed quiet until speaking.
'Chris can't see or hear me right now. Only you can, but he knows I'm he-'
'Devin, this spot is cold. I know you're there. Leave my lady alone.'
You didn't even look at Chris, but once Devin faded away, you noticed Chris in his usual, old Victorian attire. Seconds later, you noticed the rips and tears that made his coat look less like a jacket and more like lose bits of fabric stuck to his shoulders. The white shirt underneath was dark red with blood, but you couldn't tell who's it was until Chris groaned.
'What happened to you?'
'There was some trouble in the city. Werewolves are a troublesome batch, they are. Bloody dogs couldn't tell the difference between people and deer. Now, please go inside. I must get cleaned up. Afterwards, if you don't mind, I have some business in my tent and will need to stay in there for a while. I planned to do it once you were asleep, as not to disturb you, but you're awake.' Chris suddenly winced and laid his arm over the splotch of blood seeping onto his shirt.
'A-Are you wounded?'
'No. It's none of your concern...' His body tensed for a moment as he took a step towards you and placed his bloody hand on your cheek.
'G-Go insi...' He suddenly lost feeling in his legs and fell onto you. You were lucky to have enough strength to hold you both, and slowly draped the bleeding mans arm over your shoulder and kept your hand firmly planted on his hip. He wasn't moving.
'A-Ash! Ricky! Ry-'
'You called?' A voice suddenly spoke behind me. You flinched and almost dropped Chris until the man behind you grabbed his waist and held him up. You let go and looked at the man, softly smiling at you in a very sexual manner.
'T-Thanks, Ryan. U-Um...what do we do?'
'I will take him to Ruth so he can get cleaned up. How about you stay in my tent till he wakes u-'
'Nope!' You suddenly cut him off. 'I'll clean him. I am his love interest after all.' You weren't thinking and was instead trying to stay out of the same room as Ryan.
'You're no fun, but okay. I will warn you, though, Chris will attack you when he wakes up. Y'know, 'cause he's gonna be waking up half naked and not in his room you'll have a lot of explaining to do. But, first, I'll get Josh to help you with his wounds.'

Ryan dropped you and Chris off at Josh's tent and soon left with the face that said 'she's into me'. Josh was strongly helpful, and soon led you and Chris to the washrooms. He was standing on two legs, and speaking like a normal person.
'He should be good as new in exactly thirty five minutes, forty seven seconds- forty six seconds- forty five sec-'
'Thank you, Josh. What do I have to do?'
'Keep him out of cold water, only warm water will keep the spell on. I suggest you clean the blood off him. Just cut his shirt buttons off and lay him in hot water. If the blood doesn't come off, try picking at it with your nails. It probably dried onto his skin. Now, I gotta go before it hits midnight. I'm only like this from ten o'clock till midnight. See yah!' He quickly scurried off after dumping Chris on you.
You dragged Chris into the bathrooms, realising there was a bath already waiting for you. Ricky was standing next to the bath, balancing a small knife on his index finger.
'Herd you call. S'a bit too late to help you carry the old guy so I ran the bath for you. I'll take over from here. You probably don't wanna have to go through undressing 'im, eh?'  Ricky swiftly threw the knife behind him, letting it split the wooden walls and jam itself in place.
'Um... I'd prefer to stay with him, but considering you have a knife, could you help me cut the buttons off his shirt?'
Ricky's eyes lit up and he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out yet another knife.
'I'd love to help.'