Mentally Challenged (Wrench x Schizophrenic!Reader)

«Chapter 4 - Color of your eyes»

Did you start to cry because tears gathered in your eyes? No. In fact, anger took over and you swing your fist into Wrench's forearm.

"Ow!" He shrieks in a high pitched robotic sounding voice, going to rub the spot you punched until you punch the same spot again. That time, it was harder. You were pretty sure it would bruise really quick.

"Hey! I don't deserve this abuse!" He shuffles away and rubs his arm, glaring at you with those slanted eyes of his.

You keep your mouth shut knowing if you were to open it, all hell would break loose. They gained your personal information and have almost everything on you, they lied, and they're probably just bringing you down into their little lair because they want something from you. You aren't one to judge too quickly or be rude, but right now, so many things are running through your head. And they're not nice.

You wipe away the old tears that pooled in your eyes, no longer upset but fuming. Everyone spares looks towards each other before Marcus, the one that usually keeps the group together, speaks up.

"What are you so upset about? Most people would be ecstatic to be down here." He tries to soften his voice but it sounded more strained.

"I don't know," you set a hand on your hip with a heavy scowl. "Maybe because you know about everything." After the words leave your mouth, Wrench flinches slightly.

"Everything?" Marcus raises a brow in confusion before Wrench slides a hand over his neck, signaling him to stay quiet.

"About me." Your arms loop together over your chest as your narrowed eyes cut at each one of them.

Sitara, Marcus, and Josh all point over to Wrench who kept his head down. Your glare whips over to Wrench and he holds up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I know about the schizophrenia and the night terrors, along with your other problems. I also know you had a cat named Slippy at one point." He trails off, his eyes turning into minus points.

"I can't believe I trusted you guys. You know what, I don't care. You can look up all the information about me you want, but don't you dare come looking for me. I'm leaving." You wave a hand when Marcus goes to protest.

"You can't leave." Wrench chuckles, watching your face twist into utter confusion. Your fury filled eyes glance up at the mental door that waited at the top of the staircase. "The door needs a code. You don't know it." He twists around like a five year old.

"Then let me out." You demand, hands clenching into tight, white knuckled fists.

"Not until you realize that you can trust us," he winks. "You can come sit with me over at my bench while you get to know me better." He spins around and pushes past Marcus and the other who had jaws that were dropped to the floor.

"Wrench, that's kidnapping." Josh points out.

"Not if we let her go eventually~!" Wrench sings, already working on his project before he left.

Marcus looks over at you and gives a friendly smile, one you don't return back. If circumstances were different, your lips would have twitched into a smile right back at him. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home and think about everything to let it sink in. Everything came rushing at you all at once and it hurt your head like someone had smashed a brink over the top of it.

"No one tell her the code!" The maniac shouts even if everyone was standing right there in a confined space under a comic shop.

"I guess I have no choice." You force out through clenched teeth, ignoring the stares of Sitara and Josh to move over to Wrench's bench that literally had the words 'The Wrench Bench' hung up on the wall. Everyone forced themselves to quit staring at the two of you and get back to work.

You lean against the table he was working on and mumble something about how it wasn't so bad under your breath. Yes, you were still steaming from head to toe, but it was sweet that he still wanted to hang out with you. Even if you have something that affects the people you care for. It made you think differently. Just not enough for you to forgive him, or the others, on the spot. Time heals all emotional wounds at some point. Just not today. All you wanted to do was punch the smart spiky freak again.

"Okay, ask away. I know you're dying to." Wrench pulls you out of your thoughts, still tinkering on his project.

"Unlike you, I don't want to be rude. You obviously hide your face because you have secrets." You gesture to the spiked mask on his face that lights up with exclamation points.

"I know you'll never leave me alone now that I actually have become friends with you. But I want to get to know you on your own time. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." You tuck some strands of hair behind your ear, feeling good about yourself.

"You're the first. Most people ask as soon as they see the mask," he shrugs his shoulders, gripping the screw driver in his hand tightly. "That's why I like you. You're so different." He murmurs unknowingly.

"You have to answer one of my questions."

He lifts his head and puts down his screw driver, his mask look happy with it's ^ eyes and just his posture made him look adorable.

"What color are your eyes under that mask?" You cock your head to the side, trying to lighten up a bit.

You keep telling yourself that they did it because they felt bad about asking why you act strange. Maybe they thought you needed a friend. You may not know Wrench and his friends very well, but isn't some reason why you should turn them away. They want to hang out with you, and Wrench even comforted you when Dylan died. Not many new made friends would let someone they barely physically know cry into their chest. Even if he seems like a bratty child at times, he means well and it makes your chest burn.

"Out of all questions you could have asked..." His masks eyes turn into question marks. "Blue."

"I hope I'll be able to see them one day." You send him a forgiving smile, already over the fact they 'kidnapped' you and know almost everything there is to know about you.

"Me too, (Y/n). Does this mean you forgive me?" He questions, peering into your face.

You peer back causing him to stumble backwards in embarrassment and trip over his own feet while everyone in the HackerSpace laughed from their posts.

"Maybe, maybe not."

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Sorry it's so short. I'm really tired and out of energy. Forgive me? *;-;*