A Dicey Toy {King Dice x Reader}

Chapter 5

Alrighty, Before you get all super crazy on me, I'M SORRY MA. I have just been Crazily busy these past few months with personal stuff. I read the comments and I honestly almost cried. Thank you!

(Y/N) P.O.V

I burst above the surface of the water with a loud gasp. I clambered out of the water, my body weak and exhausted from the run and avoidance of the casino's inhabitants. I laid on the bank of the river, gasping for air.  "End of the line, i guess." I said with a heavy sigh.

    I laid on the bank for an hour or two before standing and walking in the opposite direction. I came across a large city. The clock on top of a large tower read 2:00AM. I sighed and sat in a dark alley. I heard footsteps and voices approaching, so i curled up close to the dumpster and hid my face.

    "I'm tellin' ya Mugs, I got this!" one spoke.

    "I dunno Cuppy, that Robot walloped me something horrible, what if you break your handle or worse!" The one assumed to be 'Mugs' spoke. I hid, grabbing a pipe tightly in one hand. I watched the two cup-heads passed, arguing about who would be fighting who. I sat in the alley for some much needed rest.  I then heard the familiar footsteps of Dice following closely behind them. I swallowed hard and jumped into the dumpster next to me just as he turned the corner into the alley.

    "Come out. I know you're here." he said. I stayed frozen still, my back pressed to the wall. "I saw you run when I was heading out this morning and I followed ya, now come out (Y/N)." Dice snarled. Guess i wasn't as quick as i thought. I stayed still, trying to trick him int thinking maybe it was a false alarm.

    I couldn't move even if I wanted to. The thought of going back and being left in that damned cell in that place. The daily bashing and chunks of flesh being ripped from my body. I looked at the heavy metal pipe in my hand, and debated. Kill him or maim him? I was already dead, what else do i have to lose? "I'm not going back Dice." I said, turning around slowly. "I'd rather live in this dumpster than in that damned cell. I stood up and swung the pipe quickly and missed, only because he was looking at me from the side of the dumpster, instead of the front.

    "Ya done yet?" he asked, taking the pipe out of my hands gingerly and resting his chin on his palm. "Boss doesn't want to kill ya. Yet at least."

    "'I'm already dead. I spent twelve hours underwater and survived jumping from a third story window." I said, throwing an old carryout box of rotting Chinese food at him. It seemed to stun him for a moment, but as always, Dice's long strides of both physicality and intelligence caught up to me as i jumped out of the dumpster. I swallowed hard and backed up further, tripping on a crate of oranges and falling back onto my back. He looked at me with a bored expression and picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of clothes. I began to squirm and kick. "You flat faced bastard child! Put me down!"

I put up a massive fight for a few moments and was able to roll out of his grasp. I scrambled back a few feet. And picked up the crate and slammed it against his head. He staggered back, his head bleeding slightly.

    "What makes you think I want to go back? Especially with you!" I yelled. I had brought back the attention from the struggle, of two particular cup boys.

    "The all powerful king dice," I mocked, beginning to pick up oranges, throw them at him. "Tortured me from sun up to dun down!" I was starting to swell with rage and intense need to kill him. I behan to advance forwards theowing the oranges more frequently and even harder than before. "And just because that Mr. Devil is wanting to talk to me instead of kill me? No! I'm not going back with you- you six-faced bastard!"

    Dice watched me as he tried to block most of the oranges that were thrown at him. "Watch it! Ow- Quit i- Ah my eye!" He tried to back away to avoid being horribly bruised. I then realized i was running out of things to throw and began to run, pushing past the two boys, who were frankly confused by what had just happened. King dice took a moment to collect himself and looked at the boys, wiping blood away from his lip. "What are you looking at? Dont you have contracts to collect?" he snarled, brushing away some of the Chinese food off of his suit ans pushing past him.

WOO! Update! yay! Transparently, all you need to kick king dice's ass is some oranges. Anyway, Until next time!!