Killing Is Forgiving - (Killer Croc x Reader)

7. - Company

"Life's most precious gift is uncertainty."

-Yoshida Kenko-

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((Y/n)'s P.O.V.)

I stared blankly upon the covered manhole, doubting over the possible consequences in my head if I chose to meet him or just flee right now. Frankly, I couldn't resist this temptation to flee, but as I'd said before, this fucked-up part of me wanted—or needed—to see him one more time. Despite knowing that the last time I saw him was what I conclude as the last time I'd ever see him, turned out destiny was giving me another chance.

But what if Javier lied and was just trading his flesh for mine?!

I didn't want to jinx it, but, nah, he wouldn't.

After mulling about the circumstances, Javier defrauding me seemed very unlikely. Besides, this was Waylon that I was talking about, the person who was about to eat me but discouraged just because I despaired when he met me on my goddamn embarrassing failed suicide attempt!

I guess 'met' is a strong word. Let's just say, "when he encountered me." Besides, it's not like he was planning to consume a human during that night of our encounter until he MET me.

Oh, damn! It's not 'MET', it's 'ENCOUNTERED'!

Just as I was ruminating about our encounter, the cover hurled out of the blue from the manhole, followed by the smell of reeks billowing from the sewer that almost made me gag. I flinched when the cover lunged upwards and plunged on the ground with small bounces, indicating that it was utterly strong a force. Without even looking at the sewer and guessing what could've possibly done that, I knew it was Waylon, because, who else could've done that?! When I was about to peer over the mouth of the manhole to prove my statement, there was already a big, broad, green, scaly arm protruding from it, gesturing me to come down with its one finger.

"Yeah, you weren't imagining things. Javier told ya, right?" He croaked, followed by a silent grunt. His arm sunk back into the manhole, not even bothered to see my reaction or wait for a response.

So, he had been expecting me...

"It's all fine. Nothing bad at all!" I reassured myself, taking deep breaths. I bet he heard that and I wished he did.

I could hear metal bars being violently stomped and plastic bags being crunched. I didn't immediately clamber down because I was afraid that it's just a trap, so I decided to make sure about my safety first. Once I was assured that I was not going to be eaten, I finally entered the sewer, praying that believing Javier wasn't a mistake. I mean, this was literally the worst idea I'd ever done.

But, come to think of it, it's not the worst idea. The worst idea was me trying to kill myself by jumping right in this exact spot, in this exact manhole, and in this exact sewer that somehow had piles of garbage right under the bottom despite located in the middle of an alleyway. Who'd do that?

Oh yeah. A homeless person would do that.

Once I had reached the piling garbage bags, I squinted my eyes to adjust my vision in the dark until I saw his eyes that somehow glowed in the dark one would probably see in horror movies.

"Yeah, you're lookin' at my eyes. Now come over 'ere."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" I chirped, feigning my tone with false excitement since I didn't want him to notice my anxiety. I bet he'd still notice it sooner or later.