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Oh my gosh oh my gosh......I will ❤️❤️❤️Do it❤️❤️❤️just for you (and myself) little anon I love Leer so much! Wait I can't write romance can someone help m

Leer x GN!Player!Reader

A dim, flickering light hung overhead as you lay there—unconscious, unaware—completely stationary on the cool, concrete floor. Your cheek rested against it, your head tilted to face the wall behind you, and your arms and legs curled inwards, reminiscent of a slumbering, wild animal.

"Yo," A quiet, yet distinct voice stirred you awake, as you blinked the blur out of your eyes. You didn't bother rolling around, still trying to process your surroundings. Where.. Were you, exactly...?

"Uhh...d'uhh...What's—.. What's goin' on—nuh.." Your words were slurred as you spoke, and the presumed person began to stroll forward and cast their shadow over your limp body, looming ominously. They snorted lightly, placing a hand on their hip and shifting their weight.

"Hey, [reader]. You just gonna sit there and groan with—with your.. 'Durrr.. I'm half asleep and I have five of the seven swords! But still, I'm such a bum!" They kneeled down and tapped you on the shoulder with their finger, roughly grabbing hold of it and shaking you back and forth, which finally urged you to roll over to meet their gaze.

"Ohmygod, don't even start," you began mockingly, but as you finally registered who it was in front of you, your voice grew more uncertain, "Lllleeeerrr...?????" He grinned at your realization, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah. Um. Actually, believe it or not, the Boss sent me over to come fetch ya. You're really annoying, do you know that?" Leer leaned closer to you, a slight twitch in his eye.

You paused, confusedly glaring at Leer. Why would the Mysterious Figure send Leer, of all people—did they run out of goons to tie on loose strings and play with, or something? That really didn't matter at the moment, because your eyes darted to the admin orb hovering behind Leer. You sucked in a quiet gasp, pupils flicking between him and the orb.

"...You know, you really shouldn't have that thing," you commented, pointing somewhere around where the admin orb was, "like that does not belong in your hands." Leer simply rolled his eyes, grasping your hand and directing it to where the orb really was. You were slightly off, apparently. "I don't care, dude. You'd do the same thing I do if you had that power." You sputtered, shaking your head back and forth, almost offended that Leer would bring up the concept of you abusing such authority.

"No—.. No, you've got the wrong guy. I would not stoop that low, like.. like y—" Your retort was cut off by Leer turning around to the admin orb, muttering something about, ":gear me" and then one.. two.. one...nine—but before you could register the numbers, Leer whipped around with a firm grip on a Bombo's Survival Knife, holding it by his side with a sinister grin painted across his face. "Kay, clearly you don't get why I'm doin' this," Your eyes flicked to the sound of the knife scraping agonizingly slowly across the concrete floor, leaving behind light and jagged lines across the ground. You gritted your teeth at the deafening noise, murmuring, "Don't make that sound, dude..."

"honestly yeah that's not a good noise at allLemme, ehh.. Put it short for ya," Leer backed up, the admin orb whirling around him, stopping beside his shoulder. "Somethin's goin' on with your ohgoshgolly good man Builderman. I'unno what that is, but this?" Leer threw his arms up, "is not going to stay. He doesn't really care about us, man. Honestly, this's for the better, y'know?" You opened your mouth to speak, but as you thought, it made sense. Everything is so different, right here and right now. He wasn't entirely wrong, but, "That's still not the right thing to do, Leer."

Leer finally looked back down at you, skeptical. "Whatever that means. [Reader], I don't know who you think you are; you're not taking Builderman back—"

"I will," you blurted, "you know they're.. the—" You cut yourself off. Leer didn't know you. He didn't know his boss, didn't know what kind of time you're both from. "People aren't going to stand for it, y'know. Some movement's gonna happen, and it's gonna kick him off his high horse. Doesn't have to be kidnapping and stuff, I think. Sure, Builderman's out of his mind, but you don't even—... You don't even know why! But.."

Leer exhaled sharply, dropping the knife behind his back, letting it hit the ground, a clattering sound reverberating through the room.

"This isn't gonna work on me, man. I really cannot stand you right now. I'm gonna get you out of here, and you can do your little sacrificial—little altruistic mission and then you can fuck right off. But I'm not done, kay?"

Leer roughly grabbed onto you and tugged on you to bring you closer, hovering the admin orb above your head. ":teleport [Reader] Bizville Hotel"

And he was gone.