2-D x Reader-You Make My Heart Heavy

Chapter 3

Your head throbbed painfully, and all you could see was darkness. It was hard to tell whether or not that was because of an inability to see or whether it was simply just dark in whatever room you were in. All you could really remember was walking down the sidewalk when everything became black. Not much recollection after that.

"Ugh.." you moaned softly and glanced around the darkness of the room. When you heard shuffling a few feet away from you, you tensed your muscles. What the living fuck was that?

"Ey, are ye awake?" You heard a soft, unsure voice. It was a familiar cockney accent, though you couldn't put your finger on who you were talking to.

"Where am I, who're you?" You sputter nervously, ready to flee if the situation turns dangerous. You didn't know where you were and you felt extremely vulnerable.

Judging by the soft sheets under you, you guessed you were on a bed, though that definitely didn't put your mind at ease. The cold hair in the room made your arms tingle uncomfortably with goosebumps and you had to bite your lip to keep from shivering.

"A-ah, I'm Stuart. Stuart Pot." You see a tall silhouette near what you assume to be the door, and in a quick moment, you're blinded by the lights being flickered on. The sheer brightness makes you lot head throb painfully and you hiss, covering your eyes. With your eyes covered irritably, you hear flustered fumbling as the lights are quickly shut off again.

"M' sorry!! I had the lights off te begin with because I figured ye head may hurt...I get migraines a lot m'self, light don't help much."

All you could sense now was that cockney accent as you blinked your eyes open sorely, barely able to see the silhouette. It was obviously the blue haired man from before, and that made you more nervous if anything. He had quite a frightening appearance. You shivered as you remembered the scent of menthols and those black, demon looking eyes. It was rather counter intuitive as he spoke, his voice was wobbly and anxious as he stuttered out another response.

"A-Um...um what's yer name doll?" He asked gently, seemingly shifting slightly where he stood behind the door.

"Y/n." Was your simple response. You didn't know this man and despite his kind gesture of helping you when you blacked out and keeping the lights dimmed for the migraine, you refused to trust him. You could only trust yourself.

"Y/n! Thas' a lovely name." He spoke quietly, almost shy like. "Ey, d-d'you remember me? I complimented your piano playing b'fore."

"How could I forget.." you mumble, somewhat distant, though you were sure not to be rude. "You said your name was Stuart?"

"Ah well...no one really calls me that.I usually go by 2-D."

"2-D? What kind of nickname is that?" You ask almost bluntly.

"W-Well it stands for 'two dents'...-" before he can continue his explanation you pipe in quietly.

"Dents?" Noticing your rude interruption you clear your throat. "I'm sorry, please go on."

There's a soft chuckle on the other side of the room where you assume he's standing.

"Thas' alright. As I were sayin' I have two dents in my head from injuries I've got in the past. It gave me hyphema in both of me eyes. That's why they're black."

You were silent for a moment, not sure how to respond. It was a bad habit of yours, staying silent when a response was expected of you, but words just couldn't be formed in your mind.

"Y/n?..." 2-D answered hesitantly.

"Sorry. My head hurts." You mutter your excuse out. "Thanks for...helping me out Dentz." It was kind of your thing to give people nicknames, though you assumed he'd been given the nickname Dentz before. To be honest it was your way of staying distant from people. (Ironically enough, nicknames were usually used between friends.) The thing was, you just found great difficulty in using people's proper names, you felt a buried sense of intimacy and seriousness in it. It was like a tick to you. Hard to explain to others so you never bothered.

He did mention 2-D was a nickname anyways though. Whatever who cares.

2-D gives a small chuckle as he reaches for the light before flinching. "Eh...no problem Y/n. M-...may I turn the lights on or does he head still ache."

"Go for it, s'fine.." You huff as you prepare your eyes for the shock of the light.

As the lights flicker back on, you're met with immediate goosebumps at the sight of your acquaintance. His sweet smile and friendly demeanor don't help the fact that his eyes give you the creeps. So dark and empty.

He seems to notice your mood change at the sight of him and he seems to shrink back a bit where he's standing. Lifting a hand up, 2-D covered his eyes awkwardly.

"I-I know it can be a bit surprisin'...m-maybe this is better?"

His actions made you flinch, especially since he seemed to know exactly what set you off. A bit of guilt bubbled up in your chest.

"Hey...don't cover your eyes." You grumble bluntly. "You shouldn't have to hide." Was all you said as you stood up wobbly, almost stumbling a bit.

Two hands were quickly at your shoulders. Widening your eyes, you glance up at 2-D as he helps steady you. Your hair on your arms stood up anxiously as his touch made you tense. It definitely wasn't personal of course, you hated when anyone touched you. Personal contact made you extremely self conscious and uncomfortable.

2-D gives you a friendly smile. "Careful there doll, ye body ain't quite ready to be moving too fast."

His face sinks a bit as you yank yourself away, more flustered than anything. You become a stuttering mess as you try to get your composure under control.

"I-I, a-sorry i didn't mean to, I- uh,, I-i-I need to get to class-Yeah! Um, I'll see you, aroun', um th-thanks for helpin' Yeah um I'll be going now!" You splutter as you stumble to the door and bump into the doorframe. You here a small snort and then to see 2-D covering his mouth as he holds back a laugh at your sudden mood change.

"B-bye!" You trudge out of the room and rush to class to explain to your teacher where you were.

Your heart pounded uncomfortably as the areas on your shoulders where 2-D touched you began to burn as the heat rushed around your stomach. You hated contact.

Yet you were grateful regardless of his help. He was kind. But you refused to trust anyone.

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