Captive (Polybius x Reader)

Obsessive

(The Sparkade, sometime around midnight)

"Um, hey, man, you really shouldn't be doing this..."

"Shut up! I HAVE TO get in there and beat that game. I have to!"

A lockpick hitched, and a scrawny, gangly figure stepped into the dimly-lit room. His accomplice stood outside, shivering. All of the games had been powered off for the night...except for one. The spiraling screen of Polybius glowed an eerie blue in the blackness, as though waiting for something. "All right!" the teenager enthused, racing over to the cabinet with a few quarters already held in his shaking hand. It was as though he were under the influence of some incredible drug. He slammed the quarters through the slot and clicked the fire button repeatedly, eager beyond belief for the game to begin. "THIS time I'm gonna do it," he snickered to himself as he started to hit the targets with the spaceship. "Hah. That's what you think," a cold, deep, alien voice sounded from somewhere near him. He whipped his head around. "Huh? Brad, you in here?" he called out loudly. But his friend hadn't ventured into the Sparkade. He shrugged and looked back at the screen, which was now on level 2 despite him not having gone that far. A rhythmic, basslike frequency thrummed from the speakers, and the screen distorted into flashing, swirling lines that distorted his view of the playing field. "I saw that little scene earlier," the cold voice muttered savagely again. The intruder backed away from the cabinet. "I...wha?" he stuttered. "You're a big, strong boy, aren't ya? The kind that can't help but shove everyone aside." The frightened male stood with his back against an adjacent cabinet, eyes widening in fear as the lights pulsated even more rapidly.  "And before I'd even gotten to know her...surely you can understand why I'd be a little irritated." The maintenance door on the front of the cabinet slowly opened, and what was inside caused the teen to let out  a horrible, bloodcurdling shriek.

(YN pov)

YN dreamed that night. She dreamed of falling. Falling through a black void, where strange, linear shapes swirled around and exploded as soon as they appeared. Strange, yelling voices echoed in her ears, and she could have sworn a grotesque, horrible face had appeared in the corner of her eye...

Groggily she stumbled out of the house and got on her bike for another awful day at, yep, high school. Upon arriving, the school was abuzz with chatter about the Sparkade and its awesome new games. YN sat down in homeroom and began taking out her notebooks, trying to ignore their annoying voices. "Class," the teacher began seriously, signalling everyone to sit down, shut up and listen. "Max Hargreave's parents have reported him missing to the office this morning. It seems he left late last night and never came home. I don't suppose anyone knows where he is?" There were confused murmurings around the room. Max was a popular kid, and YN knew him as the guy that had pushed her out of the way the other day. The thought made her sick, but YN couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of glee.