Villainous Intent (Villainous x Reader)

Chapter 8 - A nightmare and company

It started with a misunderstanding, honestly. All I asked for was a chance to go outside. It was so stuffy in the rooms, the white walls and the dirty windows, it was terrible. I gave up trying to leave the facility about two months ago. I'd been here for a year and it's absolutely miserable. I'm pretty sure my birthday has already passed. I'm sixteen and stuck inside everyday, that truthfully sucks for me. I asked one of the nurses if it was possible for me to be allowed outside, just for a couple minutes. The windows didn't even open, for security measures. He'd said he'd talk to one of the supervisors, and that my file would probably need to be reviewed. He came back a day or two later and said I was being allowed out for twenty minutes with two of the security guards they had on staff, and I was more than happy with that.

They put heavy cuffs on my wrists and ankles, no explanation given, and took me outside to the back. I never realized there was an herbal garden out there, or the fruits and vegetables that were growing on the trees and in the garden. It seemed strange since the food they served always tasted weird. Not quite bad, but just not the way it should. They took me to a bench and I sat down quietly, just enjoying the cool weather and the clouds drifting lazily above. It was a really nice day to be outside.

I looked around and saw a man walk up the path from the garden to the back door, tall and slim, like he didn't eat much. He had small oval glasses that perched on his thin nose and brown eyes that looked at the file on the clipboard in his hands. The man looked rather old fashioned, with his waistcoat and slacks, auburn hair pushed back over his head. I wouldn't have said he was more than 25. I'd never seen him before, but maybe he was new. Only the doctors dressed freely like that so he must be one of them, I assumed anyway. As he was walking there was nothing in his way, and I just stared at him, perhaps a moment too long. He looked up and I met his eyes, just observing. I'm not sure how, or even why, but I got up to go greet him, the way my mother always raised me to be polite. Instead of standing though, there was a crack, a loud and unsettling one. I looked to one side, and then the other, seeing both guards on the ground, their ankles twisted in an unusual way.

I stepped back in shock, turning quickly towards the other man. Both of the guards were making sounds and cries of pain, one using a radio to contact others.

"I-..I didn't mean to. I wasn't paying attention, I...I'm sorry..." the man just stared at me, looking at the scene before him as more guards came outside and dragged me forcefully back to my room. I sat in the corner and just stared at the floor, looking at the bruises on my ankles. It was quiet for so long, until the scratching started. First at my neck, then my arms. Soon the scratching was in my ears and I looked around frantically, watching a shadow rise from the corner, two unmatched eyes staring back.

I jolted out of bed as Dementia leapt onto the mattress, the straight jacket she slept in still around her. I really think she likes it since she could easily rip it off if she didn't.

"Hey, Who ya talking to roomie?" She sat on the bed and stared at me, her hair even wilder than usual.

"I was talking?" I'd heard before that I talk in my sleep, but it's been a while and that was during a sleep study Warren did.

"Yeah, it was so loud I came in to see what was happening. What were you dreaming about?" She looked confused, which I couldn't blame her for. I got back in the bed and sighed, scratching at my neck once more.

"Just an old memory of when I met a friend. It's not an entirely good one though. How'd you get in here anyway?" I looked at her quizzically and she pointed over the edge of the small loft where the bed was at the door, the small light above it on and showing scratches near the door handled and the actual handle on the floor.

"I scratched it and beat it with a Hatbot."

Well, that was one way to open it. I suppose I'll just leave the door open from now on.

"I see...you're gonna go back to bed in the pit then?" She shook her head and hopped down from the loft to the small couch just beneath it.

"I'll stay here. This is way softer than the board." I couldn't blame her, and I kinda didn't want to be alone either. I believe the small room in such a sterile place might have conjured up that particular nightmare. Dementia curled up on the couch and I dragged off a blanket and pillow from the bed, handing them down to her.

"Here, metal keeps in the cold, and lizards should stay warm."

She snickered a bit and bundled up, staring up at me.

"Y/n, why did you move in? Blackhat never lets anyone else stay."

"Well...I don't know why he let me, I'm sure he knows something I don't realize he does. For me though? I'm just trying to...get away from something." I frown a bit, looking over the loft at her. I don't mind telling her a few things, she doesn't actually talk that much to anyone, just prank 5.0.5 and disturb Flug a lot. Half of me is fairly certain she's just around for when they have a mission for a client and they need the muscle power.

"Huh...think you're gonna go on any missions? They're way better than being stuck in here all day."

"Maybe, I hadn't planned on turning into a villain though. Spent a lot of time avoiding that."

She snickered a bit and grinned. "Yeah, you're not much of a villain. So long as you do what Blackhat says it doesn't matter though. He's the best villain in the world, and I'll do anything to make him mine." She seemed to get a bit distracted there, but I think I got her point. She's not just here to be a villain, she's here for Blackhat, and that's what she works for. His attention and praise.

I'm not that interested in it, but I do work here, and now that I do, it doesn't matter if I'm a hardcore villain or not. The world will see that, just like Medicman saw me as a villain. If that's not a self fulfilling prophecy I'm not sure what is.

"You know Dementia, I think you're right. I'm already here, no point playing Miss. Nice Gal." I smiled a bit at the relief that idea brought me, settling in for the night after I figured out Dementia was already passed out on the couch. I turned over and stared outside the window to the pit, eventually blacking out.