Through The Mind, story of the Spider's Beloved Butterfly (ChrolloXReader)

Snakes in a cave or Snakes in your mind

"No." Both Sokaho and Umil replied in sync upon the request of their models. Regardless of who they were, (Y/N) was their top priority. Information on her recent activities and even talking about her past to some extent was reasonable because they knew their models had no ill will and would do no intentional harm to her with it. However when Hisoka and Sokaho met up with the other two in Memory Manor the magician noticed something he shouldn't have.

A door.

One of three doors that (Y/N) did everything in her power to hide, but Memory Manor was as ever changing as her train of thought and things would move to a certain extent. This door was the door to her early childhood, one that only she was allowed in and no other. Not a character or friend and especially not without her present. The door had no knob, no hinges, nothing to indicate what it truly was. It normally stayed in her study or bedroom where she had it hide behind bookshelves or her largest mirror. Hisoka noticed the one detail you could never erase though, the keyhole. A small one close to the floor where he was messing with his cards while discussing with Sokaho in the lounge.

"And why can't you let us in to whatever this little keyhole is hiding~hmm?" Hisoka's curiosity merely grew at the blunt rejection of the two. Sokaho had gotten up from his laying down position with his chest on the floor and his hands on his chin to one that was standing and had a more protective feel, similar to how a cat guards his territory. Umil, who was once again having a cup of tea at a table with Illumi, also got up and moved closer to the hidden door. Illumi's curiosity also peaked and looked closely at the topic of their aggravation.

"Why would you be allowed into the one place even we aren't allowed to go into." Umil stated more than asked. Illumi suddenly realized what was inside and immediately heads towards it.

"This is one of them, isn't it. Grandfather told me about it, the one place she wouldn't let him in." Umil calmly steps in front of his counterpart and stares into the mirror image of his own void like eyes.

"Yes, this one is actually the one about her family. The only one she enters regularly." Until replies without looking away from Illumi.

"~Didn't you two agree with not liking her have this room?~" Hisoka chimes. "Why protect it?"

"Emotions aside~, our dear (Y/N) is very heavily connected to these rooms. I don't want to think about what would happen if someone other than herself went inside." At his last sentence Sokaho very serious, dropping his Cheshire grin. "I'm quiet fond of you as my model and would like to see you again, but push any further about opening the door and I'm afraid you may not be seeing inside this world anymore." Tension rose throughout the room, neither of the two guests realizing that their modeled characters were calling out to your conscious to comeback, however your mind was racing on the thoughts of your current entertainment and could catch their urgency.

YOUR POV

It was nearing dusk when you finally found the people you wanted to see. The duo had apparently met up with Gon while you were away and were currently standing outside of the cave you traded with Bourbon in; a protected nights sleep for a badge. You decide to have a look through Mirror Mirror again to check inside.

"Mirror Mirror please behave, show me whats inside that cave." You watch as Ponzu tells Leorio their current predicament they were in and you grew a bit disappointed in how the snake charmer died, such an anti-climatic end. Pushing the thought aside you focus on your on problem. You rather not interfere but you had hoped Leorio could fix your stitches. You think for a minute while watching Leorio's reaction. After his initial shock he seemed more concerned with what would happen when the time limit he set for himself was up and Gon and Kurapika would go in looking for him. He was definitely going to do something stupid and there was no way you were going to interrupt for something like a couple of stitches, what were you even thinking debating on going in. Interference is only for emergencies.