Mentally Challenged (Wrench x Schizophrenic!Reader)

«Prologue»

Sometimes getting out of the house made you feel better. Most of the time.

There was always this pink painted café that you liked going to when your small apartment was feeling too cramped. Yeah, only you live there, but sometimes the air gets thick and you need to get away from yourself. The café wasn't too terribly popular but it wasn't dried up either. A fair amount of regular customers came into the establishment to buy coffee or a quick breakfast. It was the perfect place for you to chill and get a hold of yourself.

You never really pay attention to the people in your surroundings. There was the occasional shoulder bump with someone walking down the street. It was your fault most of the time, and sometimes it was just them being insensitive jerks.

Everyone seemed to be a insensitive jerk.

***

You breathe out a heavy sigh, spinning your index fingers fingertip around the edge of your coffee glass that spilled steam from the bitter coffee inside. Your emotionless eyes cast out the window to look at the busy streets and cars, trucks, and bikes passing by. The people passing by the window don't even look up to see where they are going or where they are stepping. Their eyes glued to the phone like it's life or death.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the bell above the entrance ringing as the door swings open. Twisting your head back to see who walked in, you're met with the same two people that come to the café every Saturday. Two guys, both good friends it seemed. The dark skinned one seemed to be normal. The other guy beside him? Not so much. Spikes, more spikes, spikes, and guess what? More spikes. He also had a mask covering his face at all times. You didn't know if you found it disturbing, interesting, or cute. Either way, you had the two before but didn't dare talk to them. Maybe you've given both of them a distant smile or two, but nothing like walking up to greet them. You're not that kind of person. Never have been.

"Miss, are you okay? Need anything?" The nice waitress calls out to you.

You sit up, completely startled. Your full cup of coffee almost tips over as your hands slam down onto the tables surface. The few people inside the café look your way, including the two guys, and you keep your head down while standing up from your corner booth. The waitress, who looked completely and utterly guilty, gives a forced smile. The people looking go back to their small conversations. All except the two guys sitting over at the front window. They also seemed to be whispering, all while glancing to you with mischievous eyes. Well, you couldn't tell with the spiky dude.

"No, I was just leaving. Have a good day." You whisper with darkened cheeks, scrambling out of the café with trembling hands.

The bell jingles above the door once more as you scurry out of the building with your head down. Everyone inside the café watches you run down the sidewalk, the way you usually come and go. The waitress who tries comforting you starts to giggle like your reaction was priceless.

"I wasn't even done with my coffee." You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you walk back to your apartment.

***

The two guys that usually came in right after you watch your retreating figure with curious eyes. Marcus brings his gaze back over to Wrench who had his robotic eyes in the shape of exclamation points, his elbow leant onto the bar where they sat.

"You still haven't told me why we're here. Dude, you've been bringing me here for weeks now." Marcus taps his fingers across the smooth surface of the counter, head tilted at his friend.

"It's not obvious? Marcus, you might want to get your eyes checked, my man." Wrench tilts his head back, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips as his eyes turn into hearts, staring off in the direction you left.

"I know why you bring me here, but why do you need me here with you?"

"I do not want to look like some punk rock freak sitting over here while glancing at at her. I don't want to be that guy, Marcus!" Wrench slaps a hand onto his friends shoulder, his eyes in the shape of X's.

"You are that guy. I'm just here so you don't look bad, okay, I get it. But have you tried talking with her yet?" Marcus' lips curl into a teasing smile while Wrench fidgets in his seat.

"I've tried. As in, almost but never actually got there." He sulks, head down.

Yeah, he's wanted to speak with you and get to know you better, but he would either get cold feet seeing that he had wasted too much time looking at you and you noticed, you would be just leaving right when he was going to talk with you, or you started to have a quiet mental breakdown right in your booth. That, and he didn't want to be a burden on you. When talking to him, there is no going back.

"Why not? Every time we've been here together, she's always in that booth by herself." Marcus lifts a finger and points  over to the empty booth.

"She has Schizophrenia, Marcus. Don't you think I would freak her out?" His eyes flash to question marks.

"You profiled her? Aw, you two would be perfect together!" Marcus bursts into laughter, clutching the side of his head.

Wrench sends him a glare through his masks eyes in the form of slants. What else was he supposed to do? If he was too nervous to get to know you by small talk, then snooping through your private information was the next best choice. To him, at least.

"Shut up and stop laughing. I have a plan and it involves you." Wrench's eyes form into kawaii, innocent looking eyes that makes his friend smirk.

"I get to be the wing-man?" Marcus quirks a brow.

"Aye aye, Captain!" Wrench stands from his seat and runs out of the door for the HackerSpace.

Marcus presses a palm to his forehead before snickering at his friends behavior and heading after him. "We didn't even buy anything."