Realities (Yandere Fukase x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen - Backtrack

  Oh-so-familiar luminous rectangles beamed agonizing white light into his eyes. The ceiling lights passed above him as the uncomfortable bed continued moving forward. The sound of metal wheels clacking and footsteps fell into a simple yet hypnotizing rhythm.

Clack step, step. Clack step, step. Clack step, step.

"Sir, what preparations will need to be done for the test?" A steady voice speaks. He's right behind him, pushing the bed.

"Just hook up the chest connectors. Obviously, turn on the recorder as well. This is the third demo we'll show HQ." Another deeper voice replies. The previous speaker hums in reply.

The walking continues until they suddenly stop. A door slides open, leading into another room. The same two people from earlier pull him up from the stretcher, pull off his shirt, and get to work. They shove a few wires into position on his chest. He hisses in pain, but they don't care about his damaged left side. To them, uncovered robotic parts are just a part of the experimental process. They'll patch it up if it becomes a problem to their research.

One disappears into a small office while the other crosses the room. The man that stays holds a clipboard, eyeing him with a cold gaze. A buzz sounds, and a voice bounces around the room.

"This is demo number three for project 19-5-11-1-9 using the fourth English song excerpt, directed by Dr. Cero." He stated, smooth as butter. A warm feeling tingled in the wires on his chest. It was uncomfortable and slowly becoming unbearable. Tingling sensations began on his skin too.

"The demo shall begin now." At that moment, the warmth became hot and painful. Something was wrong, maybe a wire was dead or... Blood. He was bleeding on his chest. But he needed to do something about the warmth. It traveled up his throat and hung in his mouth. He clamped his lips shut as if he were about to puke. The man across the room tapped his foot impatiently.

Finally, he opened his mouth. A gargled scream emitted, lasting for way too long than a human's vocals could. Something dripped out and onto his legs. More blood. His own screams cut out when the red liquid made its mark.

A clack sounded before the other person, Dr. Cero, appeared from around a corner. His eyes narrowed when eye contact was made, showing emotion boiling within. His legs sped up.

"Hey, what the hell! You're supposed to work, you thing!" He swung his fist as angry shouts filled the room. His feet stomped louder as he approached. "We fixed your receiver and now we get this!" His hand sails down, hitting his thin shoulder. A pain-laced gasp forced its way out of his body. "You'll pay for this, you know! We're not stopping until you work like you're supposed to! Don't let that kid's death be in vain!" Multiple slaps across the cheek followed, hitting the left cheek, which was messed up just like his chest.

"Dr. Tracy! Leave him in here! We need to talk to the internals department." Dr. Cero boomed after hitting him one last time. The other man nodded and followed as he left the room. Dr. Tracy looked into his eyes for just a second, which reflected the same level of annoyance. The heavy door shut with a loud thud.

Everything was painfully silent for a moment before faint sobs began. The abandoned boy painfully ripped the wires out of his chest, pulled his thin shirt back on, then laid his face in his hands. His cheeks stung and extra blood that dripped past his lips stained his clothing.

"Why... why is this all... this way..." Fukase mumbled through tears.

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"...Fukase?" Another voice spoke. He was being shaken awake, but for what reason? Would they mess around with his body again? The room was never this dark before-

His eyes fearfully cracked open, only to be met with a worried expression plastered over (Y/n)'s face. She was sitting up, looking down at him. Right, he's safe, he's not there anymore, never will be there again.

"You were shaking..." She mumbled.

"I'm ok. Bad dream, that's all." He spoke, sitting up. He reached a hand to his forehead and wiped away some sweat. Judging by the small amount of light seeping through the window, it was very early morning.

"What was it about?" (Y/n) asked, her voice still light, showing concern.

"The place I came from before I was in the software. It was just... just..." Fukase's voice wavered. Tears pricked at his eyes and slowly began to descend down his cheeks. Gasping softly, (Y/n) interjected before he could say anything else to upset himself.

"Oh no, it's ok, you don't need to say anything else." She reached out her arms and pulled him close, allowing the boy to cry against her. He gripped the back of her shirt and buried his face in her shoulder.

And there they stayed, for what seemed like the rest of the night.

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Fukase was alone. (Y/n)'s at school again, like usual. He would've tried to watch her again, but he got out of the house too late. So, he kept track of the street names and took a small walk. He went the same way as the night before, intending to walk into a business or two. However, while turning a corner, a mass of colorful plastic caught his eye.

A kid's playground sat in the center of a park. A swing set sat adjacent to a tall slide, which bordered monkey bars in the middle. Two platforms on the left towered above a fake rock wall. The place was devoid of people, except for a lone hooded figure sitting in a swing. They wore all black, and could barely be seen from street distance. Fukase, without much to do, strolled to the swing set and sat with one place between them. Their head moved. Fukase gulped and took off his hat. He didn't change into other clothes today.

Cloth rustled as the person pulled their hood back.

"Fukase?" A familiar voice spoke.

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Art used in this chapter is by @.couname on Twitter.