#objectified fanfic

I hear the door click open, Citrus trudged in with a bottle of something in his hand. He was quick today—he usually took at least a whole fucking hour to find someone, even more to convince them to not fight him while he devoured their soul. Oh well, best not question it, he doesn’t seem “over the moon today”. My eyes shot back to the bottle in his hand; strange, he never brought anything back before. “What’s that?” I inquired whilst pointing at the bottle. Citrus didn’t respond, he seems zoned out... “Citrus?” I called, louder, whilst waving my hand in front of his face.

“H-huh? Oh sorry I zoned out...” He mumbled “D-did you ask something?” “Oh y-yea. Um, what’s that bottle you’re holding?” The bottle looked normal to say the least. However, the content within remains unknown to me. The liquid inside was red with a pinkish orange tint. It hasn’t been that long since my soul was consumed. My strength is starting to revitalize. Citrus had been traveling on his own to seek prey. I’m worried about him despite knowing he’s more robust and resilient compared to where I lay enervated. My strength is almost fully regained, I am sure that I would be able to continue my usual routine of finding prey for Citrus tomorrow. Fuck, I typically healed faster, why is this time different? Why does this empty feeling reside within me for so long?

I hear the door click open, Citrus trudged in with a bottle of something in his hand. He was quick today—he usually took at least a whole fucking hour to find someone, even more to convince them to not fight him while he devoured their soul. Oh well, best not question it, he doesn’t seem “over the moon today”. My eyes shot back to the bottle in his hand; strange, he never brought anything back before. “What’s that?” I inquired whilst pointing at the bottle. Citrus didn’t respond, he seems zoned out... “Citrus?” I called, louder, whilst waving my hand in front of his face.

“H-huh? Oh… sorry I zoned out...” He mumbled “D-did you ask something?” “Oh y-yea. Um, what’s that bottle you’re holding?” The bottle looked normal to say the least. However, the content within remains unknown to me. The liquid inside was red with a pinkish orange tint. Why does Citrus have that? I stared at the bottle intensely, deep in thought, until Citrus’s voice cut through my cogitation. “Medicine, in case we get sick. I found a whole lot of them in a store on my way back.” Oh, that’s what that is. I nodded simply in response. I stood up whilst taking the bottle from Citrus’s hand. I made my way towards the cabinet which holds all our supplies, I placed the bottle gently within it while taking a can of food at the same time. It took no time at all to finish devouring the food in my hands.

“I think I’m feeling good enough to find food with you tomorrow.” I stated simply.

If only I knew then, that the reason Citrus came back so early back then, was because he couldn’t find any souls to consume that day…

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I looked at the skies as the sun began to set. The stars glistened and ornamented the purple ombre sky. The wind carried a melody oh, so soft, that one could hear the soft secrets and whispers they carry if listened closely enough. Leaves of bright green bared a greyish, blue tint as the night sky enveloped the land that was once to bright and joyful, and full of life… The only thing that roams the once lively streets are undead, zombie, mutations. How the fuck does something like this happen? How could someone fuck up this bad?

A shadow in the window caught my eye. I turned my head over to see someone in an old, abandoned building. The building looked dilapidated—the moss growing along the walls spread like wildfire, dark spots surrounded the cracks caused by months, possibly years of neglect. “There” I pointed. The shadow in the building seemed to notice us targeting him from the window. As hopeless as it was for him, he made a break for it. I chuckled underneath my breath knowing how useless it was—I felt so hyper now, my eyes shot back to Citrus, who was now dashing across the rough cement road, kicking up dust and gravel in the process, towards the building, I followed him in pursuit, picking up speed as I ran after him. Fast… Citrus was so fucking fast. It was a struggle to keep up. One of the perks of being vampire I guess…

Frozen Bottles had headed to the small bar with a few of the guards.

'That was quite straightforward. Frozen Boba's tail made a fan shape on the ground when he left. How cute'

The 4-5 guards take a seat by the bartender's table. Frozen Bottle, Frozen Flask, Domino(Leader), Frozen Poppy, and a Frozen Carnation. Talk about a 2-coin themed group.

Frozen Bottle finger circled on the wooden table. Sitting with his fellow guards and team leader. Domino was the first to start the conversation with the group.

"What was that?"

"I don't know…"

Frozen Bottle's mind was wondering himself, as he rubbed his ring finger. Domino looked perplexed at him, "What do you mean you don't know?"

The bartender slides a glass of brandy to Frozen Bottle's hand. Breaking Frozen Bottle's train of focus.

"No, I don't know what you'd want me to say about it."

Frozen bottle corrects, "I just didn't feel like finishing my sentence."

Domino looked harder, trying to find an expression on Frozen Bottle's face.

"…Yknow, you look like a bird house. Are you waiting for a crow to come into your mouth?"

Domino ignored the comment.

"You said you didn't want to raise any more kids."

"Pfft, it used to be at all." … It wasnt getting a laugh out of Domino or Frozen Flask. There are more judgmental and nosey stares from anyone with frozen in their name in this danm cafateria, and that one surfboard. Even the bartender was quiet about Frozen Bottle's dislike of children.

'Why was the bartender quiet?'

Frozen bottle took a sip of brandy. Marry a man who wants kids, while you yourself hate them. Yeah, who'd leave you alone with children you might hurt?

'I'm reasonable,' The glass clanked being placed back down, "Boba's rich, he can hire a nanny."

"Yeah, sure, he uh, seems traditional to want you to focus on raising the kids."

Frozen bottle just glared, gripping his glass, seeing the Flask in the corner of his eyes.

Domino recalled, "Why are you dating him if he wants more kids than you. You were upset like a ghoul when you came home, telling us Cala died."

"It was still nice of you not to throw him in an orphanage system."

Frozen Bottle looked at Frozen Flask like it was obvious why, 'Yeah, those poor children would be food.'

Frozen Bottle's hands gripped itself into a fist, trying to get through another drink at the bar.

"… I guess raising Cala's kid made me. Hope. I actually had some." Frozen bottle loosened one hand to grab the cheap brandy, 'Or get some danm help.'

Frozen Bottle tried to seem solemn and honest.

"-Wait, how do you even know he wants more kids than me?"

Then right back to a slightly more pissed tone. But the word 'slightly' is slippery with how quickly Frozen bottle's tone slips on the icy walls.

As Frozen Flask and Domino looked at eachother.

Domino went first, "He's sponsored a lot of campaigns for children. And adds more maternity leaves for guards from the party event I went to."

"It feels like for you, two more kids means getting one more," Flask explains.

"You're not much of a lover. I was surprised Berrik doesn't have a love."

"Ok- with our job it was gonna be a given."

Frozen Flask scratches underneath his jacket's collar, "Yeah, a given for someone like you to…" Frozen Flask, Berrick, got an awaiting glare from Frozen Bottle, "Not want kids. Ever."

Frozen bottle pushed himself down on the chair. 'Actin like a judge, is this some stupid courtroom?'

"You don't drink like you're happy," Domino stated. 'Ooooh, observant Damien. Why don't you two get off my back?'

Frozen Bottle looked at the frozen clock. He just sighed. "Nothing like a frozen battery. I'm taking a leave early, I'll pay for the drinks."

Domino leopard pattern tail perked up. Flask was a little surprised.

"Nice to hear you finnally listening to the drinking game of 'paying for our drinks when you're the first to leave'."

"Yeah… Berrik, I was wondering if you could babysit. I don't want to pay for a babysitter."

Now it was Frozen Flask's turn to perk up.

"What, well sur-"

"… Never mind. I think it'd be better if I did."

"Why'd you even ask?"

Frozen bottle staggered up.

"I don't want to mix work and personal life." 'It already is, anyway.'

He placed money next to his glass, heading out of the bar

"Geez, what was his problem?"

"Did he ask for a babysitter because he was going on that date?" Poppy commented, dazed as ever.

"pfft, Yeah, probably." Carnitation signed gruffed.

Flask looked at Domino, "… Do you think it's because he thinks were gonna ask frozen boba questions?"

"For sure. But, i dont think I have the guts to ask the questions I want to the head scientist till I'm drunk as a mule."

Carnitation and Poppy placed money on the table,

"You know Bottle paid, we haven't gotten any more drinks yet."

Carniation signed with coins dropping from Carn's glove, "Nah, were betting with what we got in our pockets."

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Glass Bottle had to buy food for a child they didn't kin. Every moment, he wished the kid would be boiled like a frog so he would not know he was starving to death.

Citrus sprinted from Frozen Bottle's hand in the frayed wood aisles.

"Try not to get caught."

Citrus walked around the flower aisle, lowering his gaze to look at the pots.

But frogs have a knack for telling the temperature with their skin. A child like that can run away till he finds food. Frozen Bottle can't have that happening.

Citrus walked out back to the shop, in the little backyard of flowers, "Orange, pink, purple, red, magenta… purple."

A worker tombstone butted in, "That flower's colour is actually the color of an English violet, and that one's plum magenta."

"Whoa, what are you, a color tablet?"

"Haha, no, I'm just a tombstone."

"My dad said if we had enough money, he would've gotten my mother a tombstone."

Tombstone worker ignored the comment, "You're probably a blood orange citrus."

Frozen Bottle just stared at the yellow carnations and lavender bouquets, "… He's just orange. 'Blood orange.' How vile."

Frozen Bottle stares off into the dainty, raggedy shop. The only nice things are the flowers and inhouse backyard.

Chapter 1 Dont forget to comment, i love words!

AO3 & WATTPAD & Qoutev

bro i hate looking at gifs, its so hard to find gifs with gif search. i hate it so much. im gonna use images on pintrest. and stop being lazy

but eh i found some in the end. im so parched, who even remembers to drink water

Citrus took a step closer to Spool, his face bared a serious expression, and for some reason Spool’s heart was beating...faster? No, that can’t be possible, Spool was just nervous, that’s all. Yes... that’s all. Spool didn’t even know he was zoning out until Citrus gently wrapped both of his palms at the back of Spool’s neck, pulling them closer together. Citrus’s mouth was open, his fangs sharp and visible. They were so close together, yet so far. Spool can feel it, Citrus just started consuming part of his soul. After that...it just...went black... No pain, no... nothing—just a silent emptiness that consumed the Spool’s consciousness.

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It feels warm—so, so warm. Where... am I? I lifted my body slightly. It was night now, and I’m on the king-sized bed that me and Citrus looted from some store. My body feels kinda heavy, I don’t know whether it is the after effects or... shit shit shit, Citrus’s arm around my waist. Citrus’s arm wrapped tighter around my waist as I got up, almost as if he didn’t want to let go. His light orange skin shined from the moonlight due to the curtain being slightly ajar. He looked so peaceful in his sleep in contrast to his usual tense and paranoid behavior, to be honest, Citrus looked kinda hot—NO! I can’t think like that. I pushed his arm away and swung my legs off the bed. My body felt weak, my stomach growled in hunger, I was famished. I looked around the room, eyes targeting the shelf filled with my food reserves. I didn’t eat all day, I was busy searching for another victim for Citrus to suck their souls out off. I stood up abruptly and took a step, but not before I landed straight onto the ground with a loud thud that echoed of the walls. Shit...I feel so weak. Shit I landed on my elbow. The pain surged throughout my arm, and shit, it hurts so fucking bad.

I hear shuffling behind me but I took no notice to it and focused on my throbbing arm. I felt something wrapped against my waist again. The thing picked me up and sat me down on the bed. It was dark, but even I could the look of worry portrayed across Citrus’s face that he tried so desperately to hide. “I-I want—no need food. Please” I begged, my stomach growled in hunger, my body felt weak to the bones. Citrus stood up, making the bed shift with my side weighing down more. My head is throbbing, heart pounding, tunnel vision making me dizzy. I zoned out, there was nothing to think about, might as well forget about the pain in my body, even if it was just for a little while. A little while until Citrus tapped me on the shoulder, making slightly jump in shock.

“Here, I got you some canned food and water.” He told me. What is it? I have no idea, but with my ravenousness taking effect throughout my whole body, I don’t care at all. I grabbed the canned food out of Citrus’s hand, not even sparing a thank you with my hunger taking over. The open bottle Citrus held was now snatched away from his hand and now in my grip as I chug it down. The food in my other hand was already halfway finished. He said something along the lines off slow down, but it was all uncoherent to me as I zoned everything out. He gave up soon enough...I think... All you can hear was me chowing down my food. It took me another minute to finish it all. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. My tunnel vision started fading back to normal once I drank the water.

The moonlight gleamed brighter than it was before. Spool took in how Citrus looked—how his orange eyes bared a gaze so sharp it could pierce through skin like a needle with a pointed tip, yet gaze always seemed to soften when looking at Spool, not like Spool will ever notice though. Not like spool will ever notice how Citrus subconsciously have a tint of blush across his face every time he felt Spool’s touch linger ever so slightly, how a mix of emotion swirled with Citrus’s soul and made Citrus’s heart pound against his chest every time they locked eyes. Citrus wasn’t even sure he had a soul, how can a soul sucker have one, all his victims themselves called him a soulless bitch.