Outlast - Eddie Gluskin Oneshots (COMPLETED)

Sane Eddie x Asylum Reader (1)

It has been 8 hours since chaos erupted in the asylum. During the 8 hours, you took shelter where no variant would find you or bother finding you. The Vocational Block was like your home. A abandoned sewing area is where you found fabrics to clothe your body. And perhaps a place for your family.

You had always been obsessed with the term "nuclear family". A husband to take care of you and perhaps a child or two, and the white picket fence you've dreamed of. Unfortunately, all the other past husbands-to-be didn't fit your standards, so they either were tortured until the police showed up or they were mutilated by you.

Ever since you were locked up in the place you were sent to rather than being put on death row, you felt isolated which made you even more insane. Your insanity didn't stop you for achieving the only dream that you wanted first: a husband.

As you decorating your new home, faint footsteps echoed loudly. You followed the noise into the dark room where the attic is and saw a man. He didn't look like the others, so you followed him into your home.

He navigated through the dark parts of the area, and came across double doors. In hopes to twist the knob, it clicked halfway. Locked. The man sighed and let go of the knob and looked up.

"Darling!" Came from the other side of the door. A smile grew on your face. Could this be the one?

"Y/N?" The man said.

You didn't hear what he said due to the amount of happiness to finding him. You walked away from the door and made your way to him.

You found it frustrating when he kept running away from you. You told him you weren't going to hurt him, but he kept on running. You caught up with him at the elevator. And there he stood. Hesitating to jump.

"Darling. Please." You begged. "I won't hurt you." Every step you took, the man took a step backwards. "Please don't do it." Your eyes wandered down to his stomach. So much blood spilled from the large wound on his stomach. "You must be tired and in pain. Let me aide you." You offered.

"Y/N, what did they do to you?" The man asked.

The man knows your name. Maybe he was meant for you.

"They didn't do a thing, dear." You gave him a smile. "Now please step away from the elevator. I'd hate to see you get even more hurt."

"You promise not to hurt me?" He asked.

"I would never hurt a handsome gentleman like you." You complemented, hoping he might gain your trust.

The man showed no reaction and slowly stepped away from the elevator. His skin looked pale from the amount of blood he lost. He needed to be taken care of quickly. He followed you back to your home and you led him into your decorated bedroom.

"Y/N. Do you not remember me at all?" He asked.