Octane x Reader

Part 4- A Sense of Dread

As I got to my temporary home, I slip into a comfortable outfit and lay on the bed. It's a weird feeling being somewhere totally new with nobody to guide you. Its like a mix of fear and excitement all at once.

My eyelids are heavy, yet my mimd still races with tomorrow's possibilities. What will happen to me? The apex games are cut-throat competitive, and if I dont do great, my mother doesmt get the help she needs. Its just a lot of pressure for one person to handle.

I roll over under the covers as i feel my like slow down, begining to succumb to the powers of sleep. I hope tomorrow is a good day.

This is a time skip because I dont know how to write and should have put this at the end of last chapter instead to make the flow better.

I wake up with a feeling of dread. I dont know from what, but I feel terrified.

I sigh as I get up and stretch, trying to shake off the feeling of a bad omen. I go through my bad and find my toothbrush along with an extra set of clothing.

I head to the bathroom to do my everyday routine, shower, brush my teeth, etcetera.

I study my outfit in the mirror as I finish brushing my hair. I was wearing a plane black tank top with a dark red hoodie over it, along with a pare of blue jeans.

I hear the hotel phone ring and I walk over and pick it up.

"Hello?" I greet, waiting for a response.

"Hello, is this (y/n)?" The lady responds. She deffinatly had a natural costomer service voice.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" I respond, the feeling of dread reappearing, settling in my chest.

"No, we just got a call from The Apex Games, and they wanted you to be there at 12:00 today. You have to do your introduction." The woman says.

The dread in my chest was swapped with an akward feeling. I was never good at talking, so this might be a challenge.

"Oh, alright. Thank you." I say before hanging the phone back on the wall.

Gosh, what was I going to do? Would I get my legend costume today? I dont know, but I should leave early, just to make sure I get there on time. After all, the area was pretty new to me.

I head out of the hotel, passing by the receptionist.

Breathing in the fresh air, I begin to walk towards the town square. It was only about 10, so I had a bit of time to kill.

I just wanted to see what was arround town. Once I reach downtown, I just wander around, not really knowing where to go. There are many shops here, but not really many I care about. I head into a park, just to look around.

There aren't many parks on my world any more. It's pretty over crowded. Sometimes it gets so bad that we have to wear breathing filters. The ironic thing about that though, is that many people can not afford a breathing filter. It's a rigged system where only the rich live happily.

Walking through the park, I come upon a beautiful tree. It seems to be a cherry tree in full bloom. Absolutely beautiful. It had lanterns hung from branches, aling with ribbons tied almost on every branch. The beauty of it all stunned me.

"Beautiful, isnt it?" I hear from beside me. I jump and look over to see Octavio.

"Yeah. What are all those ribbons?" I ask. I went back to staring at them.

"Couples put them there as a sign of their love. Its sort of like a high school promise ring." He says, tapping his foot.

"Cool. Heh, thats probably why your hear, eh?" I say with a smirk. His face isntantly heats up.

"Oh, no. Maybe someday though. What about you?" He asks, nudging me.

"I just was wandering arround and I found it." I say.

Shit, what time is it? I check my watch. 11:27.

"Its been nice talking to you, but I have to go. I have my introduction thigy today." I say. He nods.

"Well, good luck with that. Hopefully you will like your costume." He says. With that, he speeds off, back to jogging with his headphones in.

So I will be getting a costume? God, I hpoe it's not going to make me look like a slut. That would be unfortunate.

I jog to the apex building and head inside.

"Hello, (y/n). Follow me please!" My agent says. It seems as if she was waiting for me.

She takes a few familiar turns before we head up to the fifth floor. Leading my down the hallway, she stops infront of a door labeled "cosmetics".

I gulp as we head in.

"Ah, right on time! Please step up here for a moment!" The man said as he notioned to a box. I stand on it as he takes measurements of my waist size, height, etcetera.

After a few moments of being measured, he gets to work on sizing the outfit. He fed the numbers into a machine.

"What is your favorite colour?" He asks.

"Plain old black." I say. He looks at me and shrugs.

"Seems to suit you." He says.

I dont know whether or not to take offense to that or to laugh, so I do neither.

He finds a leathery black material and feels it into the machine, along with scanning some blueprints.

Soon the machine began to work on the clothing.

"Now that we have some spare time while the machine does it's work, tell me more about yourself." He says to me.

"Uh, well, im from (home) and I like boxing, if that tells you much." I say. He chuckles.

After a few minutes of small talk, the machine beeps, signaling the end of it's work.

The man takes the peices of clothing out of the machine and hands me them, ushering me to a changing room.

I head in and look at the clothing provided.

For my upper half, I have a tight crop top leather shirt with long sleeves. Slipping this on, I turn my attention to the pants. They are leather shorts that match the crop top. I sigh as I turn myself in the mirror. Ugh. Im so pale.

The shoes he gave me are plane and simple coloured, but were very durable. I also received fingerless work out gloves. Putting them on, I walk out to the other room.

"Wonderful! Now we just have to get the hair and makeup done and you will be a showstopper." He sayd with a smile.

I smile back, feeling slightly uncomfortable in my new outfit. Usually I would just wear a sweatshit and shorts.

He leads me a few doors down and sends me in, where I see a hair styalist and a makeup artist.

They hurry me over to a chair.

The hair stylist gives me a bit of a trim and braids all of my hair into three separate sections, all leading to a ponytail in the back of my head.

The makeup artist just does some touchups. I dont ever really wear makeup, so I'm glad she didnt do much.

A woman comes in from a door labeled 'production'.

"Ten minutes!" She yells.

They usher me up and tell me I will do great.

Sitting in that room, my anxiety skyrockets. What if they didnt like me?

Well, I guess I'll just have to find out.