MAVIS ! READER X JOHNNY ! CHRIS
01: 𝑍𝐼𝑁𝐺
warnings: breaking and entering, mentions of guns and violence, fighting and blood, abduction, attempted mind control.
wc: 500 words
disclaimer: basically her family is like mafia type rather than running a hotel lol hope you enjoy !
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He could tell things were going wrong by the gun aimed at his skull.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
He should’ve known. Should’ve thought it through a little more before raiding the apparent abandoned house. A stakeout would’ve been time-consuming and boring but dying is a lot more unproductive.
Stuttering his response wasn't helping his case either.
“Do yourself a favor, kid. Answer the question.”
He'd listened to the various voices when he came in - did it count as listening if he’d ignored them? He acknowledged them, at least. It was all gruff noises, complaints, commands, and the smell of cigarette smoke coming from the crack in the door.
There was something sweet in between the dirty noise, someone sweet. A voice too calm and unafraid to be where she was. The complete opposite of the man stood in front of him.
As soon as it neared, just the other side, as if her hand was on the handle, his eyes flicked away from the gun. Then the bag was over his head.
“name.”
He could barely register the fabric that covered his eyes parting from him before the fist met his jaw.
It was still pitch black, probably blackout blinds and wooden-slab covered windows to stop him gaining any kind of advantage.
But there was nothing - pure haunting darkness, not even the sound of footprints. As if he’d managed to get himself kidnapped by people who can access the fucking void of space to torture people in.
He could feel the swelling, skin and gums pulsing mixed with the taste of his hot blood. It had gone wrong before, but not like this.
“listen, i-i didnt know anyone was here, I swear!”
It felt kind of demoralising, begging the dark for forgiveness.
“name.”
“U-um, chris?”
The emptiness couldve become a little less intimidating until he felt the pointy boney fingers gripping his jaw.
“Chris, you’re going to leave because you found nothi-”
Blaring white light pushed into the room the moment she did. Both of them had an unwanted presence from the man in front of him.
“I told you to stop killing people!”
She was being held back by someone over twice her height and width, overpowering him somehow.
“And look at me, not killing him! Get the fuck out!”
“Oh,” she breathed out, eyes finally meeting chris’.
Maybe it was the glow from the room behind her or the way time stopped when he saw her. A nervous smile formed on his face. She mirrored his reaction, eyes sparkling with warmth despite staring into the gloomy room.
The tall dark figure sighed, disappointed and interrupted whatever the fuck was happening between them.
She swallowed down her nerves before requesting.
“Can we keep him?”
a/n what do we thiiinkk :>
