As the Fruit Ripens (Hisoka X Reader)

Heart It Races

Your fate lies in the hands of your comrade; if they die, you die.

You reread the sign, there must be a mistake.

Your fate lies in the hands of your comrade; if they die, you die.

Nope, you read it right the first time. You limp around the small room, gently rubbing your arms, feeling the cold finally set in.

Your fate lies in the hands of your comrade

You run your blistered hand along the bumpy surface of the cold stone. There has to be a hidden door somewhere.

"Oh? Is that a button?" You say, pushing at the object protruding from the wall.

There's a loud bang and the sound of stone scraping stone. You cross your arms, pleased with your discovery.

Until you realize that the walls are creeping towards you.

"Shit."

If they die, you die.

--

Hisoka lands soft on his feet, awakening the dust from it's lengthy slumber. How long had it been since someone last set foot in this hallway? He glances around the small room, squinting through the darkness, barely able to distinguish the words on the sign.

He moves in for a closer look:

Their fate is sealed; rescue is their only hope. A great advisary awaits, do not delay.

"Hmm?" Hisoka hums as he inspects the sign, "A prospective fight."

Hisoka rips the paper from the wall, leaving it in a crumpled mess as he makes his way towards his first trial.

--
"Geeze they couldn't have found a better way in here," you say as you rub your backside from the fall.

You glance up from where you came from, about ten feet, I'm lucky I didn't get hurt. You dust yourself off and examine the room. Taking note of a decrepit looking sign in the corner:

Careful, danger is imminent.

You roll your eyes and say, "Really now, I never would have guess that."

You head toward the only exit, the sign's warning looming quietly in your mind.

--

Hisoka admires himself in the hundreds of mirrors reflecting his image back. He raises his hand up; hundreds of Hisokas copy his motion. He laughs, speaking aloud, "Ah, this reminds me of my carnie days. How fun."

Hisoka draws a nen-filled card. The mirrors shatter upon impact, the sound deafening.

Hisoka chuckles, retrieving his lost card and says, "Too bad those days are far behind me."

He steps through the shards of glass and into the next room, ignoring the next sign's warning:

How high can you jump? The beasts below can surely jump higher.

Hisoka's eyes line a path towards the next room. Sharktooth-hares groan; waiting anxiously for their next meal.

Platforms move up and down, left and right. If he makes the wrong move, he will be their next meal.

"This sounds promising."

--

"This is not what I was expecting!" You shout. Your hair stands on end awaiting the impending electrical pulse.