STITCHPUNKS ONESHOTS! (Requests Closed)

8 X Scared! Shy! Reader

Requested by Turtle-lover-13

You woke up in the first room just before 9 did, somehow.
Your arms ached and your legs felt weak. When you opened your eyes, you were met with dust and debris floating and coating your person.

It was scary. Finding that now you have to find your own way out.
Where were you supposed to do or go now?

There was just wasteland and dust before you when you walked to the exit of that building.
Some instinct told you not to go out there, but something louder inside told you to keep going.

You left the building and wandered into the wasteland.

...Time skip...
There was just still objects, nothing moved like you did.
For what seemed hours it was like the world has frozen in time.
But what you saw up ahead, gave you hope.
You cautiously walked towards the movement, and from a distance, you could make out a silhouette of a person roughly the shape of you, but bigger.
When you got to them, their bag was turned, their body was 3 times your size and had a very burly body shape.
It also looked like he was carrying a large...whatever that thing is and a red thing hanging off of his back.

"Excuse M-me..." You studdered, as you slightly tapped their shoulder.
They turn around with a snarled growl, but it quickly changes when they realized it was somebody he'd never seen before.
"I'm lost..i don't know where i am or who i am...and i need help."
You examine the other's person.
It was the same shape as the back.
You also saw he had a weird symbol on his shoulder.
"Who are you?" The person asks, his voice was deep, and intimidating.
"Who am i? Uh... That's a good question...i don't know..."
He grabbed you by the arm and swung you around to where your number was supposed to be, a place you didn't know where it was.
"(Y/n), huh? I don't have time for games. Now scram you little shrimp."
You glanced back to his symbol.
"W-what does that mean?" You interrupted yourself, as the symbol caught your attention.
"I said scram! Do you want me to shred you to pieces?!"
You coward to the sound of his voice and threat. This made him smile, that he had another one was just under his thumb, but something inside just made him just feel terrible for the gesture.
"Hey, get up." He ordered you, he did feel bad, but not enough to lose the intimidation demeanor.
"It's 8 and don't you forget it." He softened a bit.
"Right."