You're Awfully Rude(Paris x Reader)

5. Black

"EW EW EW EW." I screamed, spluttering out sewage water from my mouth, I sat up and squeezed my shirt. Looking around, I realized the toy soldier had let go of me when we had both plummeted down into the sewers.

I groaned loudly. Just great.

SPLASH!

I turned around quickly, kicking my leg up high to attack whoever had just entered. Hopefully I'd knock them out before they could try anything.

But the newcomer turned out to be my good old friend Paris. He caught my leg and gently pushed it down, his face scrunched up in annoyance. "Where's Yumi?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Don't know, but we should go find her and our little pesky friend."

Paris sighed, I could tell he doesn't usually adore agreeing with me, he nodded and started walking. I trailed along behind him, trying my best to twist my hair tightly to get the water out of it.

"God this place sucks, it's so dark and stuff." I mumbled under my breath, gingerly reaching for the switch blade in my pocket.

"Afraid of the dark?" Paris arched an eyebrow, I made a kinda face while spinning the sharp object between my fingers.

"Huh. Didn't think you would have such a basic fear." He turned forward, trudging through the sewage.

I was about to reply with something cocky when Paris was suddenly pulled into the water. Hastily, I quickly made a grab for his waist, pulling him out of the dirty sewage.

I clung tightly around him, afraid that he would disappear.

I opened my eyes and looked over Paris' shoulder to see the toy soldier all beaten up, not to mention that the bottom half of his body was ripped off and gone.

"You...r...fau..." It said in a raspy voice, baring his sharp teeth. "You...did...You did th-"

I winced as Paris cut him short and dug his fingers into the toy soldier's face, making a really satisfying crunch noise.

"I was so looking forward to crushing you to bits you know." Paris stared at the broken toy with a bored expression. "But it looks like someone beat me to the punch."

"So my wretched dear." He began to pull out his sharp blade, I glared at it, remembering the snarls in the reflection. He pointed it gently on the toy's chin. "Care to explain?"

"Didn't take you for a queermo, but it does make sense, you wear eyeshadow and lipstick." I commented softly into his ear after he called the toy soldier 'dear', I hugged him from behind him a little tightly. I felt mad for some reason, maybe it's because the broken prick wasn't being cooperative.

Paris grunted, he surprisingly didn't make the effort to shrug me off or make me release him. I hid a smile.

The toy soldier began ranting loudly about Paris being at fault. I let out a low growl and made a grab for the toy soldier's face too, breaking a piece off. "MY EARS HURT YOU MOTHERF-"

Paris pushed me off him roughly after I shouted loudly, I probably broke his ear drums. Do puppets have ear drums?

He shot me an irritated look, using his shoulder to rub the ear I had most likely damaged.

"It seems that you have lost one chance to listen to us, my friend here is running out of patience with you." Paris tightened his grip on the soldier. "And trust me, you wouldn't like it when she does run out of patience, she has very little of it. So we're gonna give you one last try. One more question."

"If you answer nicely, I'll consider just throwing you into a box instead of crushing you into a porcelain pulp." Paris sneered at him. "Sounds fair?"