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❤️ -Newbie- [Luca x Reader]

(Authors note: It's currently 1am and I don't know what I'm doing, please spare this author for today. Also, I do write quite a bit. <3 )

It was an early morning at the manor, and a bright one at that too, as you walked through the echoing halls of the building. You were up early, which wasn't exactly what you had always been accustomed to but... it was a good start nevertheless. You had recently gotten into this manor, receiving a peculiar letter on your doorstep one day. You hadn't heard anyone leave their rooms, but what you did hear was more than one pair of footsteps in the halls, slowly getting louder over the sound of yours.

Your heart raced, in fear of who it might be. But when you turned, you saw an unfamiliar face of a man with dark eyes, a slightly faded sleeveless green hood, and a particular scowl on his face. He only glanced at you for a moment, before nodding once to acknowledge your presence. You sighed, shaking your head, the fear and nervousness dropping.

"Quite an odd one, isn't he, Y/N?" A voice next to you chimed. Now THAT made you jump. You turned quickly to face another man, just a good bit taller than you had crept up right by you. He wore a tool belt, blue jeans, a striped shirt and had what seemed to be a prisoner's shirt on. You noticed he had bandages wrapped around his arm, neck, and part of his torso. He twirled his long brown hair, tied back in a ponytail (or man bun, idfk), while giving you an eccentric smirk, accented by a single fang and a bruised eye.

"What- who are you even?" You asked, crossing your arms, slightly pissed.

"Oh me? I'm just a nobody." He chuckled, tossing a small wrench in his gloved hand. "And you? I heard all about you from Emma. She's rather a talkative one here, it's amusing."

You remembered the nervous gardener woman who had greeted you when you first entered the manor a couple days ago. She was kind to you, but something seemed mildly off with her. You remembered seeing many people in the main room, but none fit the description of the "troublemaker" of a man next to you.

"Fine... don't you have anything better to do?" You asked with a sigh. You didn't know who this guy was, and he seemed a whole lot suspicious.

"Ah- well, I do. But it can wait." He replied with a shrug. "I give it that it's your first match today?"

You nodded, unready for what hunters you would face. You had seen a few of them here and there... One looked like he had walked straight out of 19th century France, one had her head stitched onto her seemed to be severed neck, and one had blades for a hand... it terrified you, knowing there was much worse here.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." The taller man said with a chuckle. "You'll do fine. If you go get breakfast, we can go with every other early person for one of the first matches."

He winked at you, before walking off, a slight impairment in his movement. You felt bad, wondering why he walked like that. You decided you would figure out what would happened to the poor guy later, but get breakfast now, because deep down you wanted to meet him again for your first match.

(LOVELY TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY: I don't know what to put here, help)

You had scrambled to get out of the kitchen before the match started, a pancake covered with jelly loosely shoved into your mouth when you had noticed the time. You ran down the hall, nearly running into other survivors, and almost body-slamming a very tall man with silvery gray hair. His stare was nearly as terrifying as a hunter's. (That's a fanfic for another time though.)

You entered the match preparation room, swallowing the last bit of pancake. At the table, you saw the man with the green hood, the Gardener, Emma, and the sneaky troublemaker with the chain around his neck. You heard the one with a green hood arguing with the man in the striped shirt, and Emma glanced at you quickly, giving a wave as you walked in.

"Oh cmon Subedar- you're the rescuer anywa-" The troublemaker started, tinkering with some box in his hands.

"Shut up, Balsa. I rescue when I like.. By your logic, YOU shouldn't be kiting." The man in the green hood said, leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the table. "If that's the case, care to explain what happened yesterday then? I was right there when you got terror shocked. Without me your ass would be eliminated long ago."

'Balsa...' You thought, wondering where you heard that name before. So his name was Balsa. Or, his last name, that is. Emma piped up, obviously tired of the bickering from the two boys.

"Naib, Luca- can you just get prepared?" She shook her head. "Your arguments are worthless right now. We just need to help Y/N over there get through this match."

'Luca Balsa!' A thought in your head clicked, and you remembered why it was familiar. 'He's... that murderer?'

"Y/N??" Luca looked up from his project at the mention of your name. He had seemed to be caught off guard, and that little instance of confusion had made you crack a small smile... Until you gazed across the room at the waiting hunter. You sat down by Emma, who tapped your shoulder.

"You haven't met that hunter yet." She said with a frantic look on her face. You were confused, yet intrigued.

"Who's he..?" You asked, tilting your head.

"He's.. He's the Photographer."

(WAHAHAHAH IM SO SORRY I HAD TO CUT IT OFF HERE, BUT I'M TIRED- THERE WILL BE A PART 2 SOON, dont worry my lonely beanies. For now, I hope you enjoyed it.

Word count: 1011 words)