Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Glitches, 23

Y/n laid against the ground as Shaun and Rebecca tried to calm her down. It was her first run-in with a rather strong bleeding effect. "Y/n, can you hear me?" Shaun asked, gently shaking her arm. "Yes...now get the fuck off me!" Y/n yelled, still scared of what had happened. "Y/n!" Rebecca yelled, forcefully shoving her on the ground as Y/n tried to stand, she locked eyes with Y/n.

Y/n tried to get up again, only to be shoved into the ground once more. "What's your fucking problem!" Y/n yelled back, finally getting up, despite the wave of dizziness that clouded her thoughts. "I....I'm sorry." Y/n's entire demeanor changed as she realized what she had done. She immediately went to the laptop, starting the Animus and laying on the platform.
Soon, the white-blue mist engulfed her vision, as Rebecca tried to get Y/n out of the Animus. "Don't even try to pull me out. I need to see where this story ends." Y/n said, a dangerous yet guilty tone in her voice. The features and people of London soon blurred into view, leaving her looking around, figuring out where she is. "Too broken to be Westminster or Southwark....not enough water to be the Thames...too small to be City of London...too poor to be the more populated areas...oh...I'm in the Slum. Ok." She said, flipping up her hood as she walked through the mud. "Y/n...why won't you let us pull you out?" Rebecca said, her voice echoed through the simulation. "Pull me out and I'll kill you myself." Y/n said, grinning towards the sky. Rebecca hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Fine, but those hallucinations will only get worse."
Y/n sighed, knowing full well of the consequences. Shifting her gaze back to the Slum, she barely noticed a rather angry Blighter running towards her, she sidestepped, tripping him as she quickly threw a knife into his chest. As he fell, the knife sink deeper into his flesh, breaking his ribcage in the process. "Sayonara." She said simply, walking away. She didn't bother looting the body, she continued to walk away, noticing a hooded figure on a building, when she blinked, the figure was gone. She passed it off as a trick of the mind and continued her journey. "Watch where you're going!" A cloaked figure said, as Y/n had accidentally run into her. "Watch where you're bloody going!" Y/n retaliated. Suddenly, she remembered the voice...a strong Irish accent...and female, no doubt.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"
Y/n asked, the stranger shook her head. "Not that I've ever recalled."
The Irish-Stranger replied. "Okay...sorry..I'm probably thinking of someone else." Y/n responded, muttering to herself. "Why the hell is this person here." The woman responded. "Name's S/a/n. You?"
"Y/n." She said, shaking hands with the other. "Hang on Y/n...because you were oh so hasty to get back in, you've encountered a huge glitch...this is part of a different update...ignore this person!" Rebecca said, Y/n glanced curiously at S/a/n. "What happened if I continue to interact?" Y/n asked, Rebecca sighed. "The simulation would break, leaving only fragments of what your current ancestor has. So I advise you don't." Y/n nodded, then walked away from S/a/n, leaving her confused.

As Y/n continued, sheet Jacob at a shop. He was buying new bits and bobs, the usual, knifes, darts, bullets, medicine, bombs, etc. Y/n playfully punched his arm, earning an annoyed but happy look from the younger twin. "Ello Miss Wolf, your package is on the table over there." The clerk said, nodding towards a table in the corner. A rather long package was wrapped in brown parchment, bound by a white woolen string. She picked it up, hearing the clerk put some arrows on the counter closest to her as Jacob was counting out some money. "Thanks again, Joahna, I owe you one." She said as she left, Jacob following. "Love! Where have you been?" He said, close behind her. "Oh ya know, here and there." Y/n said, keeping her gaze ahead. Jacob checked his pocket watch, then cursed under his breath. "Right...Evie wanted me at the Train...damnit.." He said before departing. Y/n chuckled and went into a large, empty section of an alley, a small courtyard. She untied the parchment, lifting a mahogany bow from the paper. She admired the wooden weapon in her hands, the tips were blade-like and pointed, meant for stabbing or poking. "What's this...?" Y/n whispered, picking up a note from the parchment.