Loop - Legion x reader

conspiracy theories

"She's working for the Entity!"

I ignore the ranting from the other survivors from last trial. Word spread fast on how the killer let me go, on purpose. Dwight, who saw the kiss, remaind silent beside me and he tended to my wounds. 'I did it to save you,' 'I had too!' No words left my mouth.

"There you go, all sorted,"

I smile weakly at Dwight, he was my only friend in this sick world, yet he even seemed to doubt me. I sigh giving up on trying to make eye contact.

"Thanks,"

I mumble, I stand up, wincing a my arm snarls at the movement.

"I need some air."

Dwight looked up to watch me venture off on my own into the thick line of trees.

"Probably gunna talk with the Entity."

I clench my fist as a survivor spits as I make my exit.

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The moon was now in the centre of the coal black sky. No stars no clouds, just a large void. I missed the sun, feeling the burning of my skin as it set alight so easily. I could always tell when it was day for the normal people, only when the sky was empty. It was like we were in a large bubble.

Being in the permanent 'night' has made my vision seem as if it was normal, which means (if) I ever see the light of day again, I'd be vampire-like.

*Thud*

I rub my nose as a river of swears pour out of my mouth. I wipe away the misty tears that had risen from the impact.

"What the-?"

My mouth drops as my eyes widen at the sight of a misty glass cage. White smoke seemed to be wedged between layers of glass, I was sent into a daze as it swirled.

"Pretty isn't it."

I jump as a voice seemed to come from in front. I squint the gasp as I realise it was a killer who was talking to me. She had bright blue hair whiched flowed down her sides, equal of each side of the hood. She too had a mask like so many killer's. It had stitches which ran up the bone like mask. She sat at the foot of a tree which was planted semetricaly across from me. She giggles and takes off her mask, she was beautiful; she had red eyes just like Frank, yet hers were more like rubies than blood.

She stands up and stands across from me, she raise her hand against the glass, her head cocked to the side. Slowly I too raise my hand, till our palms were practicaly touching, the glass and the mist were the only obstruction.

She giggles again,

"Who are you?"

She asks.

"I'm a (Y/N)... I-I'm a survivor."

Her grin turned into a sad smile,

"Oh, I thought I made a friend."

I nod.

"Me too!"

I chuckle, she looks up at me and beemed,

"We still can be!"