General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

The same (Part 3)

The cyborg stepped back when you absorbed him, eying his frame from top to the bottom, not letting any detail slip from you sharp e/c eyes, still with a glint of red. He took a step back when you stepped forward, his talons on his weapon. He probably thought you wanted to attack him.

You cocked your head to the side, looking him in the eye. Suddenly, with one swift move, you stood before him. His metallic hands were trapped in your clawed ones. You made a soft sound, showing him your curiosity.

"What in the name of Kalee are you?", he growled in a strained voice, probably tired from fighting and frightened by your presence. Could you blame him? You looked like a killing machine out of flesh, and your strength was enough to crush him here and there without greater effort.

You both stood there, looking at each other, waiting for your opposite to speak. After some time, the cyborg had enough. "You are not with the republic, are you now?", he hissed in his raspy, robotic voice.

Republic? You choked your head to the side in question, looking him directly in the eyes. " I will take this as a no.", he growled and started to move away.

He walked backwards, keeping a sharp, golden eye at your form, and turned. You, making no move, just looked at him, absorbed him. Then he turned and started to walk away, his metallic feet making silent sounds as he passed the stones that lead over the river. You waited until he was out of sight, then, you started to follow him, your s/c shining in the sun since you were still a little wet from the fight earlier...if you could call that.

It took some time for the cyborg to notice that he was not alone. He stopped and turned his head, immediately catching sight of you sitting on the stone nearby. "You are still here?!", he hissed. You just shrugged, getting in a more comfortable position, letting the sun burn onto your skin.

"What do you want!", he hissed, trying to scare you away. You did not move an inch, which only seemed to annoy him more. "You dare to mock me? General Grievous!", he roared.

Grievous...so that was his name...

After some minutes of starring at each other again, he finally snapped. He dashed forward, grasping your clothes, and pinning you onto the surface of the stone where you laid...well...you still laying...know what I mean.  ._.

You groaned, not really affected since you were used to the pain, and clutched his wrist slightly. "You are not afraid!", Grievous hissed. "And nothing seemed to scare you no matter what I do! Not even now I see the fear in your eyes."

He pressed your harder against the hot surface, his aggression growing with each passing second. "So I am asking you one last time! What are you?!"

You chocked your head, having no answer for him since you could not talk. Suddenly, you ripped your wrist free from his grasp, bringing your now free hand to your neck, showing him something that could prove it. A deep scar underneath the chain of Calvin's necklace.

He looked at it for quite some time, one claw releasing you, tracing the mark. "You cannot speak...", he breathed, and you nodded, whining.

The cyborg sighed and let you go, then an idea crossed his mind. Only because you couldn't speak didn't mean that you could not answer his question.

"Very well, but I will still get information out of you. I will as you questions I intended, and you nod or shake your head." You nodded, waiting for the first one.

"Why were you following me? Were you curious?", he asked. You nodded, letting your ears fall back against your heads.

"Were you born on this excuse of a planet?" Now you shook your head, letting your sharp eyes narrow at the insult and your tail curl in slight anger.

"Were you born on the other planets in that system, or in that Galaxy?" Again, a no.

"Were you born at all!", came the question that was only supposed to be mocking, but to Grievous' surprise, you shook your head.

Then, suddenly, realization smashed him in the face. "Y-You are an experiment!"