ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ {ʙᴇɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ} !!DISCONTINUED!!

chpt.4

A/N: sorry this took so long, im currently working on another story so ill now be updating every other week! that being said if your a bakugou stan look out for my new book 👀👀

Her legs felt like jelly as she stood wide eyed at what was probably the most terrifying thing she'd ever seen. Sitting behind the desk was what looked like a man with uncanny, stretched out proportions. His white, boney hand sat on the desk, his spindly fingers making his hand look more like an obedient pet spider. His face was like a blank white cloth tightly wrapped around a skull, letting you take in each individual crevasse that it had.

She snapped her head in the direction of the door after she heard it slam shut. Toby had left her with.. this. This sure as hell isn't a god damn dream.

"Welcome, {Y/N}." His voice seemed to be coming from every single direction. She flinched as his uncomfortably smooth, posh voice felt more like pangs against her head. "You were chosen to be somewhat of a new addition to my proxies. You will be trained for up to a month. At the end of that month you will be sent on a mission, failure to either complete your mission, or refusal to cooperate with these guide lines will result in your unavoidable death. Do you understand?"

Her breath was caught in her throat as she just barely managed to wrap her head around the situation. Was any of this actually real? She could barely convince herself to give him an awnser.

"Yes sir..." Her voice was small and weak. She hadn't felt this vunerable for years. It's not exactly a feeling she missed.

"Good. You may leave." He turned his attention towards a small stack of papers he had set aside on his desk.

She quickly exited the room, her legs downgrading from jelly, to really weak, unstable, toothpicks. As the door closed behind her she was once again greeted by Toby. He looked a bit Surprised to see you.

"Hey, you s-hey-hi-survived talki-woo-talking to slendy! Good fo-for you! I thought you'd end up saying somethi-ng dumb or ins-ult him like you did with LJ b-ack there!" He swung his arms around her neck and began to walk off with her. She couldn't bring herself to say anything back. What did he mean by missions? "Slendy" sped through the nice little chat, not caring to explain any more than that. However, she assumed the worst. "Oh, Huh-hey-hey guys!" Toby called out.

She looked up to see two men walking their way. One looked familiar, while the other was definitely a new face. The first one was from the living room, the one that started lecturing the clown. He wore the same, dirty tan leather jacket and light wash blue jeans. The cuffs of the jeans were tucked into chunky black combat boots which also looked like they had taken a beating. He held a white mask in his hands. The guy next to him was lankier. He had the same jeans and boots, but he worse a desaturated yellow hoodie. He was paler than the white mask guy and had short, dirty blond hair. He held what she assumed was a black ski mask of sorts in his hand.

"This one actually made it?" White mask guy asked, turning to Toby.

"Ye-yeppers, we got a-fuck-another one to train!" Toby awnsered, bouncing on the balls on his feet.

He hummed, turning his attention to {Y/N}. "Tim." Was all he said, leaving her to assume that was his name.

"Brian." Said the other one, finally speaking. It would've been useless to introduce herself as they already knew her name, but it didn't really matter as she was put off by something else.

"There were others?" Her voice gained back it's volume and body.

"Huh?"

" Another one, this one, that means that there were others right?" She looked up at Tim, struggling to keep eye contact in her still spooked state.

"Well yeah, this has been going on for about six months, but you're the tenth trainee so far." Brain nudged Tim in the arm. "Right, me and Brian are going on a mission, you'll have to train her the first few days." And with that the duo walked past Toby and {Y/N}.

"Well, guh-guess-guess it's just us two the-shweep-then! This is gonna be fun, you seem pretty cool when you're not scared you m-ight die. We could have a cool 'dumb a-cunt-and dumber' kinda vibe to us. Oh! We could make a move abo-muhmother fu-about the two of us! We need to come up with a cool tittle though. Mayb-maybe like ,' Toby and {Y/N} vs. the world and it could be about needing to battle se-seven of your evil ex's, but- dude are you even listening?" She in fact was not listening. There was one thing that was bothering her, aside from being in a weird murder house. She had a theory sitting in the back of her mind that made her stomach knot up.

"Sorry but, earlier you were saying something about two guys, Jeff and Ben?"

"Huh? Oh yeah those two guys..." He slowly trailed off, feeling kinda bad for her. It's not easy being drugged and kidnapped by who you though was your friend. "I can-can-hi-can take you up to his room if you'd like, you can wait there if you w-want." This was the first time any of the trainees had asked to see the one who was in charge of bringing them in. Ben talked about her a lot, Everytime he came back he'd have a new story to share. Even from Toby's point of view where he new Ben had to try to befriend her, they seemed like they had gotten close

The two walked up the tall carpeted stairs and down a long, dimly lit hall. Toby continued to blabber on about God knows what while {Y/N} stayed in her own thoughts, thinking about nothing but everything at the same time. She always prided herself on her determination and will power, but with her fairly weak body, and her issue with any kind of authority figure, she could only hope to go so far.

"Hey-hey, what did I tell you about spacing out?" He asked, teasingly flicking her on the forehead. "Anyways, we're here." They were stopped at a door identical to the rest aside from gold letters on the door spelling out Ben. "The door sh-fuck-should be open, so just go on inside." she noded to which Toby took as his cue to leave. "see ya around, newbie!"

she sighed, staring at the door knob, wondering what'd she say when she saw him again. she had a lot of emotions and questions she needed ansered. when she opened the door the was greeted with a plain, kinda messy room. the walls were a dusty forest green, the desk, nightstands, and dresser were all a deep black color that seemed to be made up wood. the bed was centered in the middle of the room, right in front of the dresser which had a decently sized flat screen, having a few consoles sit besides it. the sheets were messy and wrinkled up, but they looked like they were all different shades of grey, the comforters a darker grey and the sheets a very light gray. it was basic, and kinda boring.

She walked towards one of the nightstands. it was decorated with dirty plates, empty sprite cans, and a pile of crumpled of sticky notes. she picked up one of the sticky notes, and immediately recognized it. she looked through the others rather quickly, finding that they were all a bunch of doodles that she scribbled out while at work. everyday at around four in the afternoon, Ben would come around to chat, usually grabbing a drink, or sometimes food. before he left she would give him the small drawings instead of just throwing them away or leaving them around. she always assumed he just tossed them aside or threw them out after a few days.

underneath the pile was what looked like the back of a Polaroid. picking it up and turning over, she couldn't help but smile. it was a bit blurry, but she remembered it pretty vividly. it was a little less than a year ago when she first started hanging out with Ben. there first Friday night together, they went to the town park and just talked. she'd brought her Polaroid camera, that she now hasn't touched in ages, and took the opportunity to grab a few photos of the scenery. Afterwards,Ben walked her back home, but on the way they just continued to laugh and joke like they'd known each other for years. she took a quick, lazy picture with him, because why not? with a combination of their tired, tipsy, and cackling body's, the photo came out sloppy. still. you could clearly see the smile plastered on their faces. back then, just looking at how happy she was a bit of a breath of fresh air. that was when it clicked. she knew she'd finally found someone to talk to, to call a friend. her smile slowly faded.

she dropped the Polaroid lazily on the nightstand, letting it slip off and fall into the floor. she took a deep breath, her body trembling withe other anger or sadness. or both. both is good. she hugged herself, feeling lost and more alone than she has in a long time.

"{Y/N}?"

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once again, sorry this took so long! I'm honestly not very happy with the chapter, but hopefully I'll be prouder of chapter 5 ( ･ั﹏･ั)