The Librarians Toy ^Tsuchigomori x Reader^*on temporary hiatus*

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Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of blood & injury

Y/N POV

The next week went by far too quickly yet agonizingly slow. Not knowing if what had happened was real or not left me paranoid and made my blood run cold. I picked up extra hours at work in efforts to give my mind a break, but it hadn't worked as suspected. The record bar I worked at was a place where people didn't care about avoiding taboos. Everybody was very affectionate and didn't care if they were asking personal questions. It wasn't an issue for me until now. "Have you been to The Mirage lately? More rumors are going around. People are saying that the people who enter the 4 pm library never come out, they just disappear. You've talked about going there on a regular" Atsuo, a regular at this particular bar questioned worriedly. The supposed memories of that unusual afternoon came flooding back. The mentioning of that place opened the flood gates in my head, the thoughts racing to become something I'd obsess over.

"I haven't stopped by for the last couple of weeks," lies "I don't know when I'll be heading back over," truth "why do you ask?" suspicious.

"I'm just wondering, I get worried about you sometimes," Atsuo started "who else is supposed to make me the best lemon sour in town?" he finished, obviously asking a rhetorical question. I laughed lightly at his words, trying to hide the distress. He started talking about who-knows-what as he usually did, but his words got stopped just short of my ears. Turning to walk to the back, I went and cleaned used shot glasses, martini glasses, etc; I cleaned in silence, but my mind was everything but. The images of that woman, the sound of her neck snapping and her body going limp, the sadistic smile on the man's face; they played over and over and over again. Thankfully a shout brought me back, I turned my head to see Atsuo. He was beyond the bar, looking through the small diamond-shaped window on the swinging door. Putting down everything, wiping my hands on a dry towel I found my way towards Atsuo.

"What's going on?" I asked him nervously, he wasn't known for picking fights with people, but sometimes he could get a drunk riled up. Problems.

"Nothing is wrong Y/N, everyone I was talking to left so I was all alone," he said pouting "I was hoping you'd come back behind the bar" he had continued with pleading eyes. This was something he was known for. He'd stay late drinking lots of weak drinks, hardly tipsy. Most people would be drinking hard liquor or possibly beer and be out of here by 11. Atsuo on the other hand almost always stayed until closing, whenever he came.

"Atsuo...I can't make any promises.." I said before walking over to a coworker who was used to this. I asked her if she'd go back and do some of the dishes while I manned the bar. Thankfully she had agreed, Atsuo would have complained for quite a while the next time he had found his way here. I went back over to him, "Well I'm manning the bar now, remember there are other people so I won't always be over to talk to you"

"Sounds like a deal," he said playfully, earning a small grin from me. He was always so light-hearted, the type of guy who knew what to say to brighten your day no matter the situation. I looked around and saw most people were huddled talking to friends or they already had their drinks, at least half full glasses.

"Say, Atsuo what do you know about 4 pm library?" I asked quizzically. Atsuo's eyes seemed to widen by my sudden interest, but it didn't last long. He took a long sip from his lemon sour, squinting at me.

"What happened to you? You never want to hear about the 4 pm library saying it just gives the place a bad rep" he stated bluntly. He set down his drink and crossed his arms, letting his chin rest near his wrists while he looked up at me waiting for an answer.