Killing Is Forgiving - (Killer Croc x Reader)

11. - Chicken Soup for the Croc

"The worst guilt is to
accept an unearned guilt."

-Ayn Rand-

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

But then, he let out a sigh of dejection.

"I love the idea of staying with you, don't get me wrong, but... It's not worth the risk," Waylon declared, sighing as he got up and approached father's corpse; Fred's corpse.

"I mean... W-What could go wrong, right?"

"Things can go wrong, and you know that too, (Y/n)," Waylon responded as he picked up a piece of Fred's torn arm from the ground and tossed it in the waters.

"Waylon, if—"

Shit, I almost sounded desperate!

"If you're skeptical, then for what it's worth, you'll still have, um, me. O...kay?"

Waylon dragged the corpse towards the wall and he propped it there, letting Fred's head tilted slightly. "Well, you're right. I... Don't want to see you hurt whether I stay at yours or not, (Y/n), but I do still want to see you again," he responded as he dusted off his hands from minuscule gravels and wiped the remaining bloodstain on his arms. I could notice a lopsided grin crooking within a beat of a heart. "Besides, if I do stay at yours, I'm... Smelly," he muttered out, fading his grin away as he wiped his palms once more on his orange pants which I assumed was his previous prison uniform.

Come to think of it, if Waylon did intend to stay at my place, he'd be taking a ridiculous amount of bath.

And the rooms would be permeated with, well, the kind of smell I wish to not wake up to if he didn't want to clean himself, even though I know that I do wish to wake up to the sight of Waylon snuggling himself against me as his snores roared across every inch of the cramped rooms of my lackluster house.

Though, this disgusting sewer feels more of a home to me...

"If that's what you're worried about, you can just... clean yourself, right?"

"That's not what I'm worried about. You are what I'm worried about. I'm a 'villain'! Anything bad could happen to either me or you!"

I hated to admit it, but he made a good point.

"So... You're just gonna stick around in this mucky place?"

Waylon let out a hearty chuckle before he finally retorted, "This isn't just a 'mucky place'! This is my new lair! And this 'mucky place'? This is where I didn't realize that my life would change drastically! This is where I met you, (Y/n)!"

Met.

He used the word 'met' instead of 'encountered'. Should I stick with that from now on?

I could feel my cheeks suffusing with warmth, and so I pursed my lips and responded upon his utterance, "Well then, um... Suit yourself?"

He eyed the corpse for a while before he finally took a good look at me, and said, "Trust me: I always suit myself."

I gave him a curt nod as I eyed the corpse too. "What are you gonna do with... This?"

"I told you: take care of it."

"So... You're not gonna eat it?"

I hadn't realized that I mentioned the corpse as 'it' instead of 'him'. Oh well. Might as well stick with that.