Sayori x reader

Part 6 Metal Lake

Sayori and you arrive at the park where the statue is located. Sayori is still a bit shaken up from whatever happened to her. You wander up to the statue and look around. The statue doesn't seem to be pointing at anything in particular. Sayori walks up a bit stiffly and examines the statue.

"Hey, Y/N, look at this."

Sayori motions towards the statue's eye. You look and see a blue-colored crack drawing on the statue's right eye.

"What is that supposed to be."

The crunch of leaves behind you sounds, followed by a low deep grunt.

"I'll tell you what that is..."

You turn and see that the voice came from a man that is extremely tall and giant. He's wearing dark sunglasses and a trench coat complete with the whole fingerless glove look. His voice is gruff and bears a thick Russian accent.

"It means that you two could be what boss man is looking for. Come."

You and Sayori don't budge, frozen in fear. Sayori speaks up first.

"Hey, listen Terminator, how about we leave, never come back, and no one has to talk about anything here."

The man looks over at her.

"You think this is game, do you?"

His broken English makes him almost more intimidating. He pulls back his coat on his right side to reveal a gleaming desert eagle.

"I've killed many more for much less, now, don't make me repeat myself, get in."

He steps aside to reveal a big black SUV with blacked-out windows. He motions for you to get in. You look over at Sayori, who helplessly shrugs. You both reluctantly shuffle past him. He follows closely behind. You all reach the back of the car where he opens the back door and steps aside for you to get in. You enter first and you are hit with a quite lovely smell of something yet to be named. Sayori is close behind you. The Russian slams the door and disturbingly quickly lands in the driver's seat. He looks back at you and says,

"Listen, we are no like other gangs here, we do things on tight order. If You both cooperate and no funny business, you'll be gone before you know it."

You and Sayori both nod, frightened. He nods back and turns back around. He starts the car and drives off. He lights a pipe and begins smoking some tobacco. That explains the smell. You have no idea what kind of route he's taking, but it seems extremely twisty and swirly. Maybe he's trying to throw anyone who's following off. He arrives at the front of a run-down looking apartment building. He turns back around.

"Okay, here is what will happen. I will get out first, then I will let you two out. You two act normal and make a straight line to the front entrance of the building. Remember if you try anything funny, you will no be laughing with 44 magnum in back of skull. Ready, now."

He steps out of the car and opens Sayori's side. You follow her out and follow what the Russian told you. You and Sayori and the Russian enter the building, where the interior looks about as barren as the exterior. He leads you to the front desk and the Russian lowers his glasses to show the worker a blue scar tattoo on his right eye. The worker nods and pushes a button under the desk. When he does this, an elevator lights up. The Russian man pushes you both towards it. The elevator has the same smell as the inside of the car. The elevator takes you to the top floor. When the door opens, the interior has done a complete 180. The carpet is a perfectly clean shade of red. The walls are made of marble slabs and held together by gold beams and pillars. Impressive chandeliers illuminate the hallway. The Russian nudges you both out and in front of room 666. He knocks a certain tune on the door which is probably code. After about 30 seconds after his knock, the door opens and the room is much larger than an apartment. You can't take it all in because the Russian pushes you and Sayori into a large steel-plated door which is opened by another very large man. The Russian follows you inside. This room is a much darker color than the outside. A large black desk is in front of you. One your side, there is a man wearing an all white tuxedo with traditional Spanish designs. His hair is black and slicked back, and he has a load of gold rings. He also has a cane with a gold lion head on the grip. On the other end is a huge black and crimson red chair which holds a massive man, if a man. He is wearing a giant blue coat, with some black track pants. He has very overly decorated sunglasses with miniature golden sculptures on them. He is smoking a huge gold plated pipe to match his glasses. He looks like an old school French Mobster. But, his skin is all white, with black paint to give him a skeleton look. The man wearing white seems distressed when he says,