Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 32

A/n WAIT NO I HAVE ONE LAST ONE

What does the voice in your head read when you come across '[Name]'?
► i just say name haha

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Weaving her way through corridors and hidden passages wasn't nearly as difficult as [Name] thought it'd be. Sure, there was the occasional lizalfos or other friendly darknut but she was able to avoid them.

For the most part.

A fifth darknut had joined her little mob of paparazzi, and adrenaline was pumping through her without cease. She stumbled into the royal library, spotting two more of the giant soldiers. They perked up upon hearing the rather indiscreet shrills of their comrades' clanking armor.

[Name] hissed. The only exits were guarded now — if she wanted to escape, she had to slide past the knights. She wrinkled her nose. Slithering between two darknuts and hauling open a possibly-locked door wasn't the most reliable of plans.

Screw it, she thought, sprinting ahead. Making it past two heavily-armored darknuts was one feat she succeeded in. She rushed to fumble with the doorknob.

Relief flooded over her when it turned with ease, allowing her access inside. Silently cheering for herself she rushed into the darkness. She couldn't see a thing, but hoped that would only put the darknuts at a disadvantage.

To her dismay, however — her body collided with something hard, blocking her path.

Her eyes adjusted to the dark.

It was not an exit...

Rather, a closet. As if to taunt her further, a broomstick fell, smacking her on the head.

She sucked in deeply, well aware of what she had — quite literally — walked into.

A hand shot out, pulling her back into the light. A low growl emitted from her throat.

"Why the hell would you even guard a closet?!"

No one spoke to her now, leaving her even more infuriated. She began rambling to herself, about how incompetent these "chevaliers" were. She silenced herself only when she acknowledged the fact that she sounded almost exactly like Ghirahim.

"I'm not a demon!" she declared suddenly, as if they had accused her of such. One knight sent a miffed glance at their companion, practically begging, 'When will she shut up?'

Seems that fortunate soldier's prayers were answered, as [Name] kept quiet after that. They continued venturing into the castle, before the dungeon came into view. The Sheikah stiffened, but she was hauled along before being tossed in one cell. It reeked of decay and an underlying stench of bodily fluids. Her jaw clamped shut immediately, hand flying up to shield her nose.

"Do all the cells smell like this?" She gasped out, trying not to inhale the sickly odors. None of the five sentries offered a sign of sympathy. No words were spoken out; they simply locked the door and left.

She coughed, perturbed by the atmosphere here. The air was thick and hard to breath in -- somehow, this was worse than breathing in the toxic cloud earlier. This was the smell of death. She felt the hairs riding the nape of her neck rise, goosebumps adorning her arms and legs.

Moments of eerie silence passed by. Dimly lit by a single tin lantern, [Name] peered through the prison bars. She heard footsteps cut through the calm, and a figure approached her cell. She backed away, cautious not to touch any of the walls — fearing they might be caked in whatever substance emanated the miasma.

"Who..?" she questioned, as the figure knelt down. They donned a hooded black cloak, a deep violet scarf masking their lips. [Name] furrowed her brows, watching as they fumbled with the lock. It didn't take an idiot to know they were attempting to pick it.

"I've had enough of this," the foreigner murmured, voice deep but unmistakably female. [Name] was appalled.

"Y-Your Highness?!" she sputtered out. The cloaked woman smiled gently.

"Please, hush for now..."

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a/n

finally zelda comes i missed mom *^*