Take Your Joy (WHF x Reader)

Chapter 3: HPD

Another chapter. Yes that's right! Another chapter! Might be a teensy bit off, but either way, enjoy.

-(Y/N)'sPOV-

I tread cautiously behind the familiar-looking man; Arthur, making sure to keep him in sight at all times. I'm still not so sure whether this man is truly friend or foe. Either way, I shouldn't let my guard down around him. I'm onto your schemes, you wild, nerdy man. You just don't know that I know.

However, I'd spare a glance away from him every now and then to take in my surroundings. More unkempt flora, decommissioned vehicles, and rubble. From what appeared to have once been cobblestone houses, is now ruined, charred, battle-torn shelters. A scene similar to what you would see in WW1 and 2 photos; photos of the war and the unfortunate villages that were torn about by it. This was no different and I'm sure just a moment ago I saw a big ass missile sticking up from the ground in, what was probably; the local park. Seriously, someone should remove that. Then again, no one seems to be present to do so. It's as quiet as a mouse here, with the singing of birds and cool breeze. No one here besides me and Mr. Hastings.

I still can't believe I'm here though. Maybe if I throw a rock at the missile the explosion could wake me up. Back to life, back to reality. Then again, it's probably decommissioned as well.

"So...where'd you say you're from?" His voice interrupts me from my thoughts.

"Uh....(Country Name)." Better to be straight forward and brief.

He glances back a me, his brow raised in surprise. "Oh...you're a foreigner?"

I nod. "Yes."

"Oh." He goes silent for a moment, rubbing his neck before speaking again. "What's it like? I've never been." (If from the UK, mind as well void this, or pretend you're not.)

What should I say? This time period wouldn't understand the concept of iPhones yet. Plus, there's not much I know about what the world or (Country Name) is doing at this time. But I can guess there's probably more racism, misogyny, and other backwards-assed stuff going on in the world. Don't dare make a communist meme here, they aren't ready for that yet.

Nonetheless, keep it brief and straight forward. "Uh..bad. A lot of screwed up stuff there."

"Oh....well..." He sounded disappointed.

"Well, it's ok, but there's always other places I'd like to go...like (Other Country Name)." I reassured him.

"Oh, well...that's a relief."

Fulfilling the hopes of the crazed nerd, I should be proud.

After some walking we make it to a another broken town, this time less destroyed and has actual residents. A part of me was somewhat relieved that there were others here besides me and Napoleon Dynamite's hobo cousin. They all appear to be suffering from the same homelessness as Arthur, honing dirty, torn attire and BO. They all look like they suffer from the same meekness as Arthur too for some reason. Well, maybe they're sane at least. That thought is scratched out when nearly every local in view started staring at me like I was the second coming of Belle. Apparently I've somehow f**ked up by my presence alone.

"What a lovely bird you are, ms." Said one man in a torn, yellow suit. "Think you could spare the time?"

Some lady in a shredded, gaga polka dots dress spoke before I could turn him down. "Such a cute face. Are you a child?"

I blinked. "Is that an insult?"

"Of she's not a child! Look at the knockers on her!" Shouts another man in torn brown attire.