Stitched Together Part 1 (Wireface x Reader)
Art by Eerieimage
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NINAH Wireface x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of Wireface's mouth (ouch)
Synopsis: Y/N decides to let Wireface into her home
Hello Hello! My writing's a bit rusty but I got inspired to write something after getting into this game, I hope you like! Let me know if you want a part 2. Feel free to request Wireface fics:)
Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her shotgun lying close by to her left. Curtains drawn, her only light was the news on TV. It was always the same thing. Sun still scorching, visitors still among humans. Y/N sighed anxiously, fiddling with the hem of her lumpy blue sweater. It was weeks into this routine she had been doing. Checking strangers at her door, letting in who she felt was safe and checking in on them in the coming days, following the signs FEMA has been telling everyone.
The homeowner had always been a companionate caring person which only made it harder for her to turn people away, and even more difficult to accept that she might have to shoot the people she had invited in and gotten to know.
Her home was currently a house of 4.
The neighbours daughter. A sweet girl that Y/N knew well before the world had turned to shit. She does her best to keep the child entertained and distracted from the horrors outside. It doesn’t always work. Sometimes Y/N just sits with her as she cries. She gives her the space to be upset, asks questions about her Dad. Although Y/N wants to keep her spirits up, it's not healthy for her to always keep in what she's feeing.
A very tall man occupies the living room sofa. He enjoys drinking the beer from the fridge and is very blunt. The homeowner knows he often disagrees with the decisions she makes. Y/N didn’t like to think about that fact much, probably because on some level she knows she's too soft.
The newest addition, a grieving woman with vibrant blue hair. Y/N was apprehensive to let her in when she saw the dead body on the lady’s back, but she couldn’t blame her for keeping her husband's body. Y/N couldn’t imagine leaving the body of a loved one somewhere in the world to rot and burn in the scorching sun.
A house of 4. Well, 5 if you include the cat.
Y/N got up from her bed and peaked through the curtains. It was night. She took a deep breath in and then out.
Right, lets go again.
She grabbed her shotgun and put it on her back as she headed into the hallway. Peeking into the kitchen, Y/N could see the little girl sleeping across two chairs. She slowly closed the door to not wake her up.
The woman in the bathroom could be heard weeping. Y/N decided to leave her be.
Finally, she checks on the tall man. He was sitting in his usual spot on the sofa. The cat was curled up on his lap, purring as he pet them.
"Hey." Y/N said quietly. The man lifted one hand up to greet her. "You two okay in here?" He nodded.
"Are you gonna start manning the door for the night?"
"Yeah. I was just checking on everyone before people started knocking." The man looked back down at the cat.
"You need to be more carful with who you let in here." Y/N sighed. Here we go. "Last person you let in could've killed me easily."
"Yeah I know I know I'm really really sorry about that it's just- she had a cat okay? And don't tell me you don't love the cat."
"The Cat is better company than most other people that have been in this house. But I'd rather have no cat and no visitors. You cannot be kind in this world we now live in, it could get us all killed." Y/N pursed her lips. It felt like getting lectured by a parent. She turned to leave.
"I know okay. It's hard. I'm trying." She put her hand on the doorknob and turned. "Get some sleep. It's late." She left the living room and headed over to the front door.
I hate when he gets like that.
Y/N leaned against the wall by the front door and folded her arms. She stared at the wall opposite for a few minutes before someone knocked.
The first person of the night was a large middle aged woman, her hair in a ponytail. She seemed cheerful at first. She reminded Y/N of how some of her Mom's friends were when she was a kid. But the more they chatted, the more Y/N was convinced that there was something off about her.
She decided to not let her in. The woman became irritated and angry but ultimately left.
Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she leaned away from the peephole. She slapped her hands to her face and groaned into them as her head tilted back.
Ughhhh fuck. It’s fine. The suns only just set, if she's human she's got plenty of time to find another shelter.
Another knock. Y/N stood up straight and took a deep breath in.
As she holds her eye up to the peephole, she hears a muffled voice. She can’t make out the words, which she thought was weird because she's never had trouble hearing people through the door before. Looking at the man at her doorstep, he seemed to be around her age, quite tall with dark curly hair. It looked like there was something on his mouth. It’s not clear what it is through the peephole. Y/N just stares at him for a minute, trying to understand what she was looking at.
“Mmmph. Mmmmmmmmph?!” The man makes another noise. Y/N realises he’s still waiting for a response.
“Y-Yes?”
“Mmmph?”
“Yes hello? Are you okay?” The man points at his mouth and shakes his head. “You can’t talk?” He repeats his action. Y/N takes her eye away from the peephole and debates on what to do.
This is really weird. The news didn’t say anything about visitors not being able to talk, and that would be a pretty easy sign to spot.
She looks at him again, scanning the rest of his body.
He looks okay otherwise…maybe I should tell him to leave just to be safe.
Y/N then looks back at his face.
Is he crying?
She opens her door a crack so she can get a better look at him, poking the end of the shotgun out the gap just to be safe. The man's eyes widen as he makes eye contact with the weapon. He slowly raises his hands in fear. Y/N examines him. His face is puffy, tears falling down his cheeks. Around his mouth is red. Y/N can finally see what’s stopping him from speaking. She blinks, her tone a mix of concern and confusion.
“Your mouth…. there’s wires in your mouth.” Why is his mouth wired shut? Did someone do this to him. Why would they do that? Is it because he's dangerous?
The man gives Y/N a pleading look. It looks so painful. Every small mouth movement seems to pull at the skin around his lips. Y/N couldn't take seeing someone like this. She opens the door fully and steps to the side. “Come in, quickly.” She gestures for him to enter.
The man scurries in. He looks nervously around the hallway as Y/N locks the door and puts her shotgun on her back. She grabs the stranger's wrist and heads to the storage room, quickly passing the living room. She knew the tall man would not be fond of this guy.
Once in the storage room, Y/N closes the door behind them and points to a spot on the floor as she looks for something. “You can sit down there.” He stays standing for some reason, looking a bit confused. Y/N looks back at him and points again. “You can sit.” She repeats with a comforting tone. He sits this time.
Y/N finds her toolbox and takes out a pair of pliers. She doesn’t notice Wireface shuffling nervously. She mumbles to herself. “Where did I put that- oh here it is.” She picks up her first aid kit.
Wireface’s eyes widen. He scrambles to the back left corner as the sight of the green box with the recognisable white symbol on the front. Y/N’s head darts around at the sudden movement. The man was shaking, flailing his arms, making distressed noises. She puts the box and pliers back down and holds her hands up. “Woah woah woah hey hey hey it’s okay-“
She crouches down to be eye level with him. He was still shaking as he watched her. “I didn’t mean to- I-I just want to help you.” Y/N explained in a soft tone. She scanned his face, trying to understand the extreme reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed. “You can hear me right?” His face didn’t change.
Is he deaf? Hard of hearing? He might be. He doesn’t seem to react to what I say.
Y/N stood back up slowly. Wireface watched her intently, trying to predict if she was going to grab the first aid kit again.
I don't think he's gonna let me do anything to him tonight. I’ll leave him be.
"You should get some rest. You've probably been out there for hours right?" The man still didn't react. Y/N put her hands in a praying position and put them on the side of her tilted head. "Sleep?" Wireface nodded. "Okay, I'll come check on you in the morning then."
The homeowner turned to leave, she glanced at the first aid kit as she left.
I'll try again tomorrow. I can't leave him like that. Poor guy.











