Various One Shots

Future Luke x Depressed! Reader

Alright, I'm going to be honest with you guys. I don't have much of a premise for this one. I'm starting with 'reader is at a low point at the moment' and working from there. Also, forgive me if Future Luke is a bit OOC, I haven't played Unwound Future/Lost Future in a while.

Warning: Spoilers for Unwound/Lost Future. 

You physically couldn't sleep anymore, which left you unmotivated and just feeling dirty. There was a reason for that, though. You hadn't showered or changed or eaten or even really moved in three days. It just sort of felt hopeless. You were supposed to be out on the town with all the others, but that felt hopeless at this point. 

Everyday, though, the older Luke would stop by your room and tell you what had happened. With little response from you, sure, but it seemed that years of him being with you had him some sort of infatuated. You had to admit, older Luke was much more charming then the young one you know. They're like completely different people. 

Speaking of which, there's a knock on the door.

Is it the end of the day already?

"It's me, Luke." The man says, "I'm coming in." The door slowly opens, bringing light in the room as his long, ominous shadow is cast across the floor. He steps in and closes the door behind him. Your eyes follow him as he sits down on the chair by your bed. "It's awfully dark in here."

The comment catches you by surprise, not once has he ever complained about the state of your room or anything of the sort. He just would walk in and start going over everything in great detail. You would often think to yourself that he should write a book.

He doesn't go into what he's done today. He continues droning on, "What goes on inside your head? What could possibly be so pressing that it confines you here for days on end?" He says it without accusation, instead more with pure curiosity.

"Its..." Your voice is hoarse and raspy, you haven't talked in three days either, "...the opposite." You finish with a cough, "There's nothing. Absolutely nothing driving me forward. No energy that could possibly get me out of this bed without some time." Your voice can't be raised above a whisper, but Luke listens patiently in the silent room, "And I know that I should be more motivated, I mean, look at where we are. In a new, exciting place that can be brought to the future and where am I? Stuck here. Inside my own damn head." You feel the first burst of emotion that you've felt in days and it's powerful. Anger has turned itself into true wrath. You writhe in your bed and hold your head in both of your hands. You would be digging into your skull if your fingernails weren't bitten to nubs, instead it's just pressure from your fingertips that you can feel in your bones. Luke stays silent. His actions speak volumes. "Do I act like this in the future? Do I stay like this forever?" Frustration pours and overflows into your voice, "Never changing? Never living? Never-ah." You look around for a moment. You've absolutely destroyed your bed. You're standing on the mattress with the covers all twisted and thrown about the bed. Almost the same could be said of the mountain of pillows that have been strewn this way and that by your own hands. 

Luke looks generally unfazed. He just sighs and stands, offering a hand to you, "Would you like to get out of bed?" 

This calm, however, just breaks you more, "Is this... Oh, God... Do you have to deal with this a lot? Deal with me a lot? I..." You don't take his hand. You just sit back down. Sit in a bed of your own sweat and accumulated dirt, you feel your clothes, just the smallest rub makes the stench billow up into your nose. And you're tired. So tired. You've been sleeping for days but it's not enough. Nothing ever feels like it's enough. You're trying to scrape out of this rut but you just can't. You look down at your lap, "I'm sorry, Luke. I'm so, so, sorry." You look back up at him, "I've been doing this to you for years that I haven't even lived yet."