(DISCONTINUED) The Realm Chapter || Snufkin X Reader

Chapter Nine || The Way Out

Snufkin's Perspective.
The abode of the Joxter is simple and plain: a small knothole in the roots of a grand tree, made into something of a burrow; a den to call home. It's difficult to spot in the thick wood, under layers of moss, soil and lichen; but only the Joxter knows the difference, between his door and a clump of mossy stones.
He prepares a serving of warm mint tea in a little fireplace on one wall as I take a seat at the small, circular pine table in the center of the deceivingly cozy den. On the walls made of tree bark and clay are trophies of the hunts he does when he's not slumbering: rabbit skins and bones of trout, and a few rifles and knives line the corners near the fireplace. Opposite the fireplace is the stairwell, leading to the door to the outside world.
"So where are they?" I mutter under my breath.
"Hm?" Joxter turns from his work to glare at me. "Oh, the pretty face. You want to see them that bad?" He grins, with the obvious demeanor of insanity, an insatiable bloodlust. He pulls back a rather large animal skin nailed to the wall- presumably that of a buck- to reveal a door, bolted and padlocked shut. He produces a key from a coat pocket. "You have five minutes to say your goodbyes to them." He unlocks the door. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He steps back and out of the way.
I remove the bolts on the miniscule door slowly, the low shriek of metal on metal making (Y/N) whimper behind the door. What the hell did he do to them for them to whimper like that?
I open the door, revealing a dim room. (Y/N)'s shadow trembles in the farthest corner, barely moving, not daring to look at who has entered the crevice.
As I shimmy my way into the room, the Joxter closes the small door.
All is hunky-dory until I hear the bolts whine again. Locked in.
"No. No no no no..." I mutter, trying to open the door. It's no use: the Joxter's vile feet pad up the stairs outside, followed by the muffled sound of the stone trapdoor opening and closing.
(Y/N)'s head stirs, their voice muffled. "Snufkin, you are such an idiot."
I crawl to where they sit on the cold ground, clothing soiled. I take off my coat and drape it over them like a blanket. "We're going to get you out of here. Allison and I. Don't worry." I wrap my right arm around them in an embrace, causing them to lean into my chest. 
I fish my switchblade out of my pocket,  holding it in my free hand. "Hold on. I have a way out."
How foolish of the Joxter to build his walls out of mere bark and clay soil.
I go back to the door wall, choosing a spot to lay the best blow by pushing on the wall.
I found it.
One spot on the wall bends with the form of my hand as I push on it. I smack it, punch it. It bends and dents; but not a crack.
I position the blade where I had punched, and in one swift movement the blade runs clean through the wall. I shimmy the blade a bit, turn it to make a circle.
I pull it out, repeating the process in  numerous places around the hole.
I can tell that (Y/N) knows what I'm planning, as I hear them hum in approval.
I look at them when my quick work is finished. "Want to do the honors, love?"
They smile, crawling to a spot opposite to the holes. I get myself out of they, picking up my coat where they left it. They look at me in anticipation. I nod.
Then they flip onto their back and furiously kick the wall until it crumbles away, leaving a hole in the wall the same size as the nearby trapdoor.
I scoff. "So much for the bolts."
They smirk back. "So much for trying to keep us here. Let's get out of here."
They take my hand, helping me push my way out of the hole before I pull them out and pat some of the dirt off of their clothes.
"Snufkin..."
"Yes?"
They take both my hands in theirs, linking our fingers. "Thank you," they whisper, leaning into my face.
The following sensation is a wonderful thing. Our lips touching, our hands linked together. I close my eyes, taking in the magic of the moment. I kiss back, my cheeks flushing pink as I break my left hand free to run my hand up to their neck and then their cheek, to lightly stroke it with my thumb.
After what seems like an eternity of this good feeling, we separate slowly, our foreheads touching.
My first... kiss.
I take hold of their wrist quickly without thinking. "Come on, we gotta hurry- before he comes back."
We scramble up the stairs, pushing. down the stone door. As we find our way to the sun setting over the forest, we take a collective deep breath of the wonderful air of the Valley.
"We made it..." they breathe out.
"Not yet. Let's get back to Moominhouse. Fast." We're ready to bolt, but-
"Not so fast, son."
Our heads whip around to face the cold eyes of the Joxter, which now seem glowing and adding to his already- formidable appearance. His feline fangs glisten in the dusk light, as he huffs maniacally. (Y/N) shrieks, hiding behind me as I get in front of them to defend them.
"You thought you could get away that easily, didn't cha?" He takes a small step closer.
"Your walls were too weak."
"Oh were they? Oh yeah, I know you're smart, Snufkin. That's the thing. I knew you and your fuck buddy were going to escape. I knew you'd try to run. But bottom line is, I own these woods..." And another step.
"One step closer and I'll kill you."
"Then fucking try." He takes a large stride, ready to charge.
The sound of guns cocking to our left stops the menace in his tracks.
Allison, Moominpappa, the Hemul, and the Snork, all with rifles in their hands (and paws),  emerge from the brush, surrounding the Joxter. Allison in front of me, Hemul and Snork at the sides, and Pappa to the rear.
"(Y/N), Snufkin. Get back to the house, NOW. This is going to get messy."
The Joxter snarls. "Lost One, you pain in the ass. Sad that you're not going to live much longer." He pounces in the air with a dagger in hand, landing a direct hit at Allison's arm.
"Come on!" I take (Y/N) by the hand, jolting them behind me.
As we tear through the brush and trees, gunshots and yelling sound in the distance behind us, the noises getting softer and softer as we find our way back to Moominhouse.

(Y/N)'s Perspective.
The next few moments are nothing more than a crazed blur as Snufkin and I dashed through the thick forest. Gunshots. Yelling. The debris crinkling and crackling under our never-resting feet.
The sun continues to set, the sky dimming from blue to violet to black as the gunshots and yelling go on for what seems like forever.
We scramble inside the house, in which Moomin and his mother wait at the dining room table nervously. They accept us, offering us warm tea and biscuits.
A long while is spent in silence.
Then, Moominpappa, the Hemul, and the Snork- all dirty and bloody, so I assume that the Joxter is either dead or fatally wounded- come crashing out of the woods, the Snork carrying two guns in each hand.
Moominpappa and the Hemul carry the unconscious Allison. As they near Moominhouse, I notice that her focus is glued to the sky as her eyes roll back and the Joxter's blade stand up, tightly lodged in her chest.
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