Take Your Joy (WHF x Reader)

Chapter 2: Hullo There

-(Y/N)'s POV-

The weariness from my odd dream slips away from me. I groan as I arch my back a bit and get into a sitting pose, only to hit my head on something hard. I groan more and rub the sleep from eyes to see what it was; the railings of another bed. A bunk bed. I look around my immediate area, I frown a bit, utterly confused to see some type of bulky machinery and metal walls.

Da fuq am I?

I finally shake the sleep off to quickly raise up from the bed, nearly coughing from the dust floating in the air. I steadily tip-toe from the bed, eyes shifting to various directions from the low whirrs and hums of machines. I rub my eyes again to make sure I was seeing things correctly. A maintenance area of some kind.

Definitely not my room. Probably a torture dungeon of some kind.

I shakily let out a low gasp, a faint feeling of dread washes over me. What if this is a torture dungeon? What if I've been kidnapped? What if this the beginnings of a very painful torment, like Saw? I clenched my fingers, feeling the phantom tingle you get from watching people get their fingers cut off or nails ripped from them. This has got to be a dream, but why does it feel so real? I don't feel relaxed or weightless like I normally do when dreaming. I suddenly hear a groan from the top bed, where a man was apparently sleeping, unnoticed by me all this time. And now he was waking up.

Crap.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit before glancing in my direction. He looks at me. Then I look at him. He looks at. And I look at him.

A weak smile forms on his face as he waves. "Oh um...Hullo there."

I let out a scream, because why not?

-Arthur's POV-

She lets out a-Terrified? Surprised? Aggressive?-scream; can't tell for sure since it was so sudden, it could be all the above. "No no! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

She doesn't seem to buy it, letting out another scream. I hop down from my bunk and steadily walk over to her, holding my hands up innocently, and defensively just in case. Her screams quiet to whimpers as she backs away and trips down the steps.

"Woah!" She yelps out as she tumbles down. She gasps, crawling away from me, terrified eyes staring into mine. "Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!"

"P..please I didn't mean for alarm you! I'm just...I was trying to help!" I try to explain quickly, before she runs off or tries to bash me or something.

"Y...you...?" She gasps out, backing into the a wall.

"I brought you here because you seemed like you were hurt." Although checking her wounds last night, she didn't seem to be hurt at all. "I...um..didn't mean to seem like I kidnapped you or something."

Her eyes seem uncertain and cautious; they should be in these parts of Wellington. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to mention the word "kidnap" in my explanation.

"What am I doing here? Who are you? And why I feel like I should know you from somewhere?" She replies.

Don't we all?

"Well...eh..you see..." I twiddle my thumbs, unsure of which question to answer first. I clear my throat and calm myself with an exhale. "Ok..how about I start from the beginning? My name is Arthur Hastings. I brought you here because I uh..." Because I wanted to? Because she has nice clothes?! "Because...you seemed hurt."

Oh, good one Arthur.

"Hurt?" She looks me up and down, then feels on her person for confirmation. "How? I don't feel hurt."