Call Me Insane (Wilford Warfstache X Reader)

Chapter 12 - Fun.

Hold my hand and guide me through this unholy land
Make my lungs fill with this rough sand and commit these crimes that have once been banned
Leave me be and I will try to run free
But no matter how far of a distance I will flee you will always find a way to get back to me
How do you do it? This curse. You bled through it
And now you are my personal Hell
With my heart, you threw it

Answers will come.

His words repeat in my head as I am guided down the hallways I now knew were occupied. I felt as if a frog had entered my throat and had made its home there. My head was buzzing with dragonflies and my forehead was wet from nervous sweat. I have made my own environment of creatures in question. I will name my current body state as Mystery's Pond where the devils animals creep throughout the land. I was in disorders grasp and I felt as if it only tightened the more I would try to think.

My feet, however, stayed in motion as Insanity guided me. Without his pull I would have been stuck to the floor as if someone had covered it with glue. Nothing makes sense and any reasoning goes far beyond any logic my poor brain could come up with. 

Now what?

Well now I wait for these supposed answers. But what if he won't tell me the truth? Perhaps he might even kill me before I know. I will die in vain. I shiver at the thought. I could die here and the world wouldn't even blink for a second. It would stay in motion. People would continue to do their morning routines. The news will continue to come up with more stories. Families will continue to go by there daily lives. And me being dead wouldn't stop the worlds movement. 

I would die in vain.

Now that dreadful thought was circulating in my brain as I am dragged to the left and through a squeaky door. I could only assume it would be an entrance to a lab. What if his testing is going to end it now? Oh god, am I even ready for my life to end? I'm so young and right now I feel like a baby only learning how to stand. How much would life have to offer me if I don't die right now? What would my potential future be like if Insanity doesn't decide to stop my heart beat.

"I'm not trying to kill you, Madame. Calm your worrying. It could disrupt the tests. And I don't want to force morphine in your system."

His sudden, slow words sent shivers down my spine as he slowly takes the blindfold off, revealing a similar room to the one I had woke up in when I first entered the Hell hole.

"Now. Take a seat on that table. I will be over shortly."

He motions me over to a cold, hard metal table and I sit on it without hesitation. I am too weak to even think about resisting his orders. And after seeing what I saw, I was more afraid than ever of all of this uncertainty. This anti-logic. This isn't the reality I know. 

I hear him shuffle items around on a table nearby but I don't dare looking up. I don't want to know. 

"Do you prefer taking things fast and extremely painful? Or maybe slower with a smaller amount of pain over a longer period of time."

The question made me want to answer "neither." But I knew, of course, that wasn't going to fly with him. 

Slow and painful. I can only imagine what that would feel like. But then again. If I go for taking whatever he has to give me quickly with more pain I feel like I would see my life flash before my eyes. After a few moments of silence I find my answer.

"Just do it swiftly."

"Ah...So you are that kind of girl...I see," he mumbles creepily under his breath.