Experimental (Junkenstein X reader)(Lemonz)

Part.2, Act.1 Scene.3= Stay

Ensuing the first couple of days, you had no luck with your makeshift investigation, especially since you were too much of a milquetoast to dare take another step into the carcass-reeking cellar. The only thing that really did go smoothly were things regarding the doctor, oddly enough. He seemed a lot less defensive after that strange first day, talking to you like you were his closest friend and companion, so basically like things had been before. Like he had subconsciously missed your company that you had not provided the last two years, the company only a close friend could supply.

It was a pleasant experience to get to know a person you already knew like the back of your hand all over again, hearing all the same stories and niche little facts from his mouth like it had been the first time. It felt like a reset, a new start that gave you the chance to do it better this time, to make things right. A breath of sweet nostalgia, childhood as well as endearment. And you noticed how much you had missed his rambling, and those long speeches about scientific concepts you were too uneducated to grasp, and he did it with the same enthusiasm, pleasure and childish eagerness that you had known and loved since you had been little kids.

And for moments at a time you forgot what he had done to you many a years ago, and you forgot why you were ought to shun his person and the nightmare he left you in. But how could you hate someone who had given you so, so much?

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It had been an abysmally cold October day, the first frost still glazing the meadows like a meek layer of glass, and gellid wind chewed away at your skin like sandpaper throughout the day. It was too cold even to let your pyromancy work as efficiently as it usually did, the frost of winter marked a seasonal decline in your powers. Or with other words, your most vulnerable state.

Which in turn dwindled your overall energy enough to make you appear frail and pallid, like a fire dimly flickering to stay alive in the bitter cold, and your skin couldn't stop trembling for minutes on end. After all, witches and their magic share a close link. If a witch can't handle the power of her spells cast, she may be torn apart by the immense power. And vice versa, if a witch is in a weakened state, her natural mana supplies dwindle.

The doctor had instantly noticed you're trembling when you entered the lab that morning, allowing you to work by the fire instead of the usual, far off workroom that had the absolutely worst insulation of the entire castel. That gave you a chance to talk some more as well as keep your body heat at a reasonable level, as you fed of the warmth the fireplace provided you with, slowly replenishing your low level of power with every flicker the flames managed to bear in the dastardly cold.

So as you both steadily followed your work, a question suddenly crossed your mind. One you had never bothered to ask, seeing as you were convinced he'd call you silly for asking it. "If I may ask, what are your thoughts on the subject of the supernatural? I mean, things like astral projection, magic, monsters, demons?" You inquire after a while, not looking up from your work. You didn't want to seem too interested, or even nosey.

"The supernatural? Huh, curious topic. Well, if it ain't obvious enough, I for one consider the world from a more scientific lense. Nevertheless, I gotta admit, there are a few anomalies here n' there not even science can explain. Or not me understandin' of it anyhow. For example the creature tha' has been plaguing the town for centuries, the Reaper. Or ya know, that witch wench that dwells in the east forests, that is a evil spawned right outta the deepest crevices a' hell. S' yeah, I gotta admit being guilty of superstition here n' there." Jamie explained, not glancing up from his desk for a second, or even doing as much as setting aside the pen messily scribbling down whatever blueprints he was busy working on.

"Curious indeed, and here I was thinking as a doctor you ought to be free of such illusions. Anyway, while we're on the topic of magic and so forth, how about witches; what's your thoughts on those? I mean... I know they are supposed to be burned at the stake for their sins, but, you know; do you think that is truly righteous? I was just wondering, that maybe, you know, there might be more to them than simply evil and malice. Perhaps, something human." You added, coyly, carefully trying to figure out how safe it might be to let your old friend in on the information what you truly were.