This Is New {Jamack x Reader}

3: damn frog man

"Listen, frog man, I don't need you to babysit me," you huffed at said frog man. You tried to tug your arm from his grip, but he proved to be stronger than he looked. He snapped his head back to look at you.

"Frog man?!" he exclaimed incredulously. "How would you like if I went around calling you human lady?!" You rolled your eyes.

"Not a lady, and it's not like we've had a proper introduction, have we?"

He groaned, running his free hand down his face and mumbling words you couldn't hear. "Jamack. My name is Jamack," he grumbled. "There, ya happy?"

"(Y/N)," you said simply. "Now, let me repeat myself: I don't need you to babysit me. Don't you have your own problems to deal with?"

"Yeah, well, it seems you've been added to that list of problems, haven't you?" he replied. He began tugging you along once more.

"You're the one that made me your problem," you retorted. "You could've just let me fall and we both would've been better off."

Jamack stopped and glared at you. "Alright, edge lord, how about you give me a good reason why you specifically should have fallen to your death and maybe I'll let you go do that," he challenged.

You glared right back at him. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I don't even belong here?" you snapped at him. "I'm from two hundred fucking years ago. We shouldn't have even been here!"

Jamack was silent for a moment. You continued to glare at him as his own glare softened the tiniest bit. "We?" he asked.

You exhaled angrily. "Me. I. Whatever. It doesn't fucking matter. Let's just go wherever it is you're taking me," you resigned. You didn't want to talk about this and you would not allow this stupid frog man to goad it out of you.

A quiet "hm" was all he responded with before he turned forward and began walking again. He didn't let you go.

The rest of the walk was quiet. Neither of you spoke unless it was Jamack warning you of obstacles or other mutants to hide from. At some point, he'd let go of you, but you just continued to follow him. You knew he'd just catch you if you tried to run. He didn't attempt to make conversation, and you just didn't want to talk anymore. Was bottling all this up good for you? No, not really. Did you care? Not in the slightest.

Finally, you ended up in front of a tall building overflowing with water. It seemed to be held up by a giant tree. It was...actually quite beautiful.

"Wow," you breathed out.

"My private office," you heard Jamack say from beside you. You glanced over. He looked...sad, almost. Nostalgic, maybe? "It's only a matter of time before they give it to someone else, but it should be safe for now."

"They? Who, the other frogs?" you asked.

Jamack scoffed. "Wow, you really know nothing about the world now, do you?" For once, there was no hostility or condescending tone behind the question. He sighed. "I'll explain when we get up there."

You followed him up to the building, but soon realized there was no visible door.

"So, uh, how exactly are we getting up there?" you asked.

Jamack smirked. "Well, I hope you aren't afraid of getting a little wet," he chuckled.

You gave him a weirded out look. "Um, what?" you questioned. Instead of answering, Jamack dove into the water. You stood there for a moment, debating whether to make a break for it or follow him. Finally, you took a deep breath and, against your better judgment, dove in after him.