Peculiar | Identity V Oneshots [ON HOLD]

♚♢ The Narrator [Naib + Reader]

Just because he lost a bet with Jack, Naib ended up having to survive one entire day with the excellent, the exhilarating, the extravagant, the great (y/n) (l/n). What was so bad about this you may ask? He had to survive with them narrating almost every single thing he does in a day.

[A few Hours Earlier]

Naib woke up with a sense of dread, not being able to stand the thought of being followed by someone who would end up narrating his every move. It was around 5 in the morning. He hoped that he woke up early enough to hide from (y/n) for most of the day before his match. He headed towards his door, and opened it.

Only to find that the person he was avoiding was already there, ready to shove the story of his life into his face.

"Naib opens the door to door exit his room when suddenly he comes face to face with the GREAT (y/n) (l/n). He is filled with gratefulness to have met such a wonderful and talented person," you said, making sure you overpraised yourself for extra effect.

Already annoyed that (y/n) somehow woke up earlier than he did, he didn't bother asking what they were doing in front of his room this early.

"Fuck off," Naib said and brisk walked away from them as fast as possible.

His legs ended up taking him to the garden, a place he rarely visited. Naib looked around to see that (y/n) was nowhere in sight, and that he could finally have peace and quiet. Or so he thought.

Suddenly appearing behind him, you said, "Naib decided to go to the garden. Despite his tough exterior, deep down he's always loved flowers and wished to become a magical flower pri-OW"

Naib, shocked by your sudden appearance, round house kicked you in the face. Seeing how it was just you, he showed no signs of remorse.

"JESUS CHRIST HOW DID YOU GET THERE," he asked.

Recovering from the strong blow to your head, you simply said, "shortcuts," and stood back up, the kick not really fazing you somehow.

"Anyway... Naib suddenly felt a powerful force behind him. A force so powerful he had to use his oh so powerful roundhouse kick to-"

"Are you serious? I just kicked you in the head, and you are still narrating? Are you not one bit scared that I could do it again?" Naib cut you off.

"Will you do it again though?" You asked

'No, no I can't do it again y/n,' Naib thought and decided to make his way to the dining room to wait for breakfast.

"Bacon. Eggs. Sausages. and a slice of Toast. These were the perfect ingredients chosen to create the perfect Breakfast. But Mr. Subedar chose to eat, A CAN OF BEANS!" You said, dramatically, "with a spoon sponsored by the great (y/n)."

Some survivors, like Eli, Emma, Jose, and Victor, let out a little laugh. They found your narration amusing, especially since you were narrating the actions of the hot-headed Naib Subedar.

That laughter was cut off when the announcement for a match was made. Today's survivors were going to be Naib, Servais, Kurt, and Aesop.

'Yes! (y/n) isn't going to be in this match, so she won't be able to bug me!' Naib thought and let out a sigh of relief.

"Naib sighed in relief, knowing that he was going to meet with his favourite hunter, Jack the Ripper. He then said, 'WILL YOU SHUT UP?!' to the great (y/n) (l/n)," you continued your duty.

"WILL YOU SHUT U-wait how did you just predict what I was going to say?" Naib asked, shocked, and now under the belief that (y/n) really was a psychic

"Mind games, Naib. Mind Games," you said while pointing to your head.

"Just kidding, you're really easy to read."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Nothing!"

[A few hours later]

It was now time to go to the waiting room. The match would start in 15 minutes, and Naib could finally be away from (y/n). Little did he know that the Ripper and (y/n) had already thought of a way to continue this little punishment they had going on.

"Of course, my dear. As long as you don't interact with anything in the match, you can come along and continue your narrating. I look forward to the amusing comments you have in store," Jack told you.

You may be wondering what happened.

In short, you and Jack asked miss Nightingale for permission to add (y/n) as a fifth survivor. To which she agreed under the condition that (y/n) wouldn't try to decode or rescue, and that Jack wouldn't harm her.

The glass shattered, signifying the start of the match.

The map for this match was the Sacred Heart hospital. Naib immediately got to decoding the cipher machine in the shack when he suddenly heard a yell in the distance.

"And your next line is, '(y/n)!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WITH THE HUNTER OF ALL PEOPLE?'"

Naib looked back and saw that (y/n) and Jack were walking together, "(y/n)!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WITH THE HUNTER OF ALL PEOPLE?"

'Oh shit she predicted what I was going to say again' Naib thought and was frozen in shock.

"Naib, was then carried by the loving arms of Jack the Ripper, who then took him to a Rocket Chair where his body would be caressed by its barbed wires. He was now literally being face camped by Jack. Their faces were at a gay distance. It looked like they were kissing," you said after seeing Naib get chaired by Jack.

"CAN YOU AT LEAST SAVE ME?" Naib yelled.

"I can't."

"Why?"

And so you and Jack explained to Naib about Miss Nightingale allowing you to be a fifth survivor.

At this point, Naib wasn't even mad anymore. He accepted his fate and was sent back to the manor. Although, most of the things you said to describe whatever he did sounded really ridiculous, he had to admit that he actually enjoyed your presence and found it a bit amusing.

"Too bad it was only for one day though," Naib said to no one in particular.

"Oh so you want me to do it again tomorrow?"

"WAIT HOW, I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH JACK?"

"Shortcuts, Naib. Shortcuts," you said.

You know what? Maybe he did really enjoy your presence and would be fine with another day of narrating.

"Sure, why not."