All too much (Mr.X x autistic GN reader)
The first fic i've ever uploaded to Tumblr. Probs not the best since I just got into Mr.X and the R.E in general but eh...
Warnings: mental breakdown, wanting to die, general autism related fluff stuff, relationship between Mr.X and reader can be interpretrated as platonic or sfw romantic.
If bad luck was a living being...you would be an entire species of it. And as if the onslaught of Zombies you had to fight on a daily basis wasn't enough, you were being stalked by a man who could easily tear you into a million pieces...and in a fit of desperation, you bolted yourself into one of the deepest darkest buildings in Racoon City and took refuge in the nearest kitchen you could find...Rookie mistake.
The very moment you opened the door you got ambushed by a licker, one tough one that ate up all your ammo...but with enough luck you finally take the fucker down with your last bullet...but while the threat of death had been dealt with for the time being...all the stress from it all seemed to get to you. So...you make your way to the kitchens Laundry room, rearrange the hung up clothes into a makeshift bed and lay down into it,curl up into a ball and just start crying...you'd been trying to keep your emotions bottled up until you could find someone who'd just listen to you...but that never happened...and bottles can only hold so much in them before they overflow.
Then...You heard it. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen...you knew it was him, those footsteps were all too familiar by now, but at this point you wanted to give up, you couldn't care less if you were killed or not since you had nothing to fend him off with…
And then...he walks in, his footsteps becoming slower as you assumed he was anticipating your death...but as you heard him open the laundry room door you were caught off guard by the Tyrant suddenly taking off his trench coat and placing it upon your small body.
"W...what are you doing?..." you managed to mutter. "You've been trying to kill me this whole time and you suddenly help me when I'm at my most vulnerable...why?"
The Tyrant closed the door and sat himself down in the other corner of the room, he couldn't speak...but he seemed to understand that you were too stressed to even attempt to put up a fight, and he didn't want to...he knew when things seemed to be too much for someone.
"Well...what are you w-waiting for...just get it done with and put me out of my misery, I c-can't deal with this shit a-anymore…"
You struggled with mental health issues, mainly autism and depression...and tended to get irrational. You didn't want to see him kill you so you hid your face under his coat, you just hoped it was quick.
He let out a noise that seemed to be a sigh and crawled onto the pile, laying himself next to you.
You popped your head out from under the coat, looked at him and froze, he was right next to you but...he wasn't trying to hurt you? He put his hand out in front of you and waited for you to grab it...which you reluctantly but quickly did.
He gave it a gentle squeeze, "Maybe they programmed him to do pressure therapy or something?" you thought to yourself, though you weren't normally a fan of being touched unless non restrictive pressure was being applied to you.
You had become overwhelmed and couldn't speak properly any more, you could only manage to get out simple words.
It was risky but there was nothing left for you to lose. The Tyrant gave you a simple nod and pulled you close to his body, he was heavy...but in a comforting kind of way, and you couldn't help but let all your tears out because of it, finally...somebody cared, and it was the guy who originally wanted you dead of all things. Once you had gained your ability to speak again, you began to tell him what had been bothering you, and he nodded knowingly at all of it.
And then it dawned on you...maybe he was trying to help you this whole time? So you decide to try and look him in the eyes and say…
"...You weren't trying to kill me, were you…?"
He nodded his head, holding you closer to him than before, he himself had traits to his behavior that reminded you of yourself, before the outbreak you were a quiet person, and you had trouble talking to ppl you liked so you tended to accidentally come off as "stalky" to them, maybe he was doing the same to you?
While he tended to have a dead eye stare, he did not want to take his eyes off you until you were fine.
"C-could I perhaps...lay on your chest...uh...if you don't mind…"
The Tyrant nodded once more and lifted your small figure onto his chest and he kept his arms over you to make sure you didn't fall off of him.
You lay your head on his chest, he let out a much happier sounding noise and used his chin to nuzzle your head.
"Thank You...so much, I hope we can hang out more...I'm thankful I finally have someone to talk to about this!"
He lets out a content bellow and places the coat over you and himself,his heartbeat and breathing were enough to lull you into a nap, which he soon joined you in.
Who would've known a monster like him could be so caring and understanding, while those you considered "friends" didn't? Who knows? It didn't matter anymore though, as you finally felt heard in a world that ignored you, and the Tyrant felt accomplished knowing he made someone happy.
