Bloodbath (Reader x Crypto)

Chapter Eleven: Not Fuck Me, Fuck You!

So... zombiemakeoutclub took down some of their old art ;-; this is just a reminder that the art used in this book is by them! They're very talented, so don't give me credit for any of it. I believe there's a few of my readers here who have actually seen my art. I made Crypto fan art. It's a stick figure... literally. I wish I was joking. He doesn't even have a face because I couldn't be bothered to give him one. I'd put it here, but this isn't about my art, it's about zombiemakeoutclub's. Check them out on Instagram! They even have their own comic.

All of the Legends are gathered on the dropship as we're approaching Olympus. It's been about two weeks since the new season, and just a little longer than that since Crypto and I started... dating? I'm not completely sure what we are. I'd say fuck buddies, but even fuck buddies don't stick around after sex.

So I guess we're fuck buddies, but with feelings.

Am I the dominant one between us? I've never let him take control. Surely, he can't still be that inexperienced... but he never makes an effort to take control.

I think I should test it out... during the match. Well, it depends on who our teammates are. If we're on the same team, it would be a lot easier.

We haven't messed with the match making system in a while so people wouldn't get suspicious. It's working so far and I'm surprised Elliott has kept his mouth shut this long.

To be fair, he's been all over the new Legend, Horizon. Doctor Mary Somers. Crazy bitch who got lost in a black hole and came out an even crazier bitch. Regardless, I've learned that Elliott has major mommy issues. I don't know what happened in his life, and I can't say I'm very curious, either.

Okay, maybe I'm a little curious... but I'll never ask.

I look around the dropship and see everyone doing what they usually do before a match, which is mostly just talking shit, minding their own business in their rooms or plotting crimes against humanity with the very obvious arsenal in their room that everyone's too afraid to address... you know who I'm talking about. Oh, and there's Caustic sitting in a corner staring at Natalie with probably the ugliest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. He's ten times more upset because Nat's talking to Crypto again.

I really want to be teamed with Crypto and Caustic so I can snap at the old geyser when he brings up Natalie after all Crypto said was fucking "thank you".

Hmph... he tells Crypto to drop it, but he's the only one bringing it up.

The announcer speaks and everyone quickly turns their heads to the large screens on the ship.

Not my team...

Not my team...

Oh! Bellatrix, Wattson and Mirage.

Bummer... at least I already know Crypto's patterns on this map. And his squad is Renee and Octavio. They always run off, so when I find him we won't have anyone to bother us.

"Hey! Trixie, come on!" Elliott shouts from the platform. I hope he knows that he's entering the match with half his health gone. Natalie skips onto the platform after slipping her hand put of Ramya's and greeting her with a small wave.

Oh my, does the gas man know that Nat plays for the other team? I didn't even know! Does anyone else know? I haven't exactly had the time to pay attention to them. Am I just blowing this whole thing out of proportion? They could just be friends.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Natalie asks as I slowly step onto the platform.

No, I'm confused as fuck. Are you banging the insane machinegun obsessed girl?