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its-wheastie-luv-blog · 7 years ago

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Between A Batter and A Merchant

This is a Batter x Reader x Zacharie fanfiction

Series: OFF

Song(s) I’m listening to while writing: The Cave by Mumford & Sons And Shut up and Dance with me by Walk The Moon

This is my first OFF fanfiction so.. All I ask is that you be respectful. If I mess up, please correct me nicely.

If this goes well I might make separate fics of the batter X reader and Zacharie X reader

Hope you enjoy!

(N/N)= Nickname

(F/N)= Firstname

(E/C)= Eye Color

(F/Cs)= Favorite Color(s)

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Sitting on your bed and on your puffy, big pillows, back against the headboard, laptop placed on your lap with a headset plugged in and covering your ears. You were in a Skype call with a group of friends, rocking in your comfy (F/Cs) pajamas.

Everyone in the group liked to play in group games like MOBAs or multiplayer games. You were pretty limited on what you could play on your laptop due to your graphics card, space and crap Internet but that was okay, you didn’t mind it. They do get rather loud and too harshly competitive but you manage to block it out most of the time and stay silent.

You know they care about you… But you do have your depressing doubts sometimes.

Tonight was getting really bad with rage fits. Bad games every match it seems. Your head was starting to pound with aches,’ Wow, this is getting ridiculous tonight.’ Were your only thoughts then you managed to finally find a place speak when it was silent, speaking quietly into your microphone.“ So I’ll talk to you guys later, there’s a game I want to play-"

” OFF? “ you were interrupted by one of your friends sounding as if they knew already.

” O-oh Uhm.. Yeah.“ You stuttered, getting embarrassed while you scratched your cheek and clicking the icon for OFF on your desktop.

They all knew you obsess over the damn game. Like a lot of other things you like. Not in a creepy way, of course. You’ve played it a couple of times and even watched a let’s player or two play it. What can you do? You loved it.

” Well, you have fun, (N/N).“ another one of your friends said, sounded sort of irritated. Most likely from the match they’ve just finished.

” Thank you.. You too, guys. I might not come back into the call tonight so.. Goodnight.“ You stated.

"Alrighty.” Said a different friend. “ Goodnight.” All of them said almost in unison.

You ended the call on your end with a single click, sighing in relief.“ Hoooolly shit..” You murmured, leaning your head back against the headboard and closing your (E/C) eyes.“ Bad night I guess.."

You opened them again to see the title screen of OFF on your screen. ” We meet again, my dear friend..“ You whispered, clicking one a new game.

Typing in your Puppeteer name. (F/N).

You’re a girl.

You longingly stared at the Batter once he appeared on screen.

You felt comfort in his current form,” Oh Batter.. I wish you weren’t so set on turning all of the zones OFF, but I know it can’t be helped..“ You whispered softly, touching the screen with one of your hands with your finger tips.” I still like you.“

You then went to the next text box but nothing appeared yet but you did pay attention to it since you just focused on The Batter.” I mean.. Listen to me, I actually get to talk without getting talked over but..“ Your voice drifted and your hand slides off to the side diagonally.” You don’t talk back.. That’s the sad part..“ Sighing and closing your eyes, tilting your head back so your face was towards the ceiling. ” Same with Zacharie too.. He’s always been there for you and me.. Through and through..but you know..“

You were starting to choke on your words, soft whimpers escaped here and there. Salty tears escaping from your closed eye lids.

Then there was a bit of static sound mixed with some electrical shortage sounds in your headphones. Suddenly you felt cold presences in front of you and even over your face. But what caused your eyes to open was little shocks and cold, what felt like hands, touch laid upon your drenched, rosy cheeks of yours. Both different size.

It was them…The Batter and.. Zacharie? They were stretched out from the laptop screen from their heads to their waists. They were blindingly white as they were in the game.

Your eyes became wide as eve more tears have fallen, streaming on their hands.”… W-wha..?” Words couldn’t be found. Not even a scream. You were excited, terrified, and, most of all, confused.

The Batter stared at you with the strongest of poker faces, emotionless. But somehow, you could feel worry emitting from just his touch.

Zacharie gave off the same impression somewhat but that was the frog mask’s fault. You could feel the worry behind that mask of his.

“Don’t say anything, mon cher.” The masked merchant spoke in a intoxicating tone, almost as if his voice came from your headset over the static, his thumb wiping the corner of your damp right eye.” Collect your thoughts..”

So many questions popping in your head all at once, starting to think that you just fell asleep. Laughing nervously and even started to shake a tad.” I-I..”

“ Relax, Puppeteer.” The batter said kind of blunt like, but it was soft while he wiped your left eye to keep any more tears from escaping, it was rather rough but you didn’t mind, you were more in awe than anything.

“H..How..?” You finally muttered out, staring at the two video game characters.” Am.. I dreaming?”

“No.” The ball-capped man blatantly said.

Zacharie just softly chuckled.” No, amigo. This is no dream. We’re not so sure how this happened ourselves but..” The man turned his head to look at The Batter.” We’ve heard your cries and i’m guessing we’ve both had the desire to see you and comfort you..”

“ And take you with us.” The ball- capped man said, his dull black eyes stared into your glistening (E/C) ones.

“ H-huh?!” You blurted out, furrowing your brows.” E-excuse me? T-take me with you two?” You shook your head.” How?” Stammering like an idiot, trying to get answers.

“ Now, now, My dear. Don’t put yourself in a panic attack again.” Zacharie tried to calm you down by lightly putting the hand that was on your cheek onto your shoulder, massaging it gently.

“ Wait.. Again?..” You have had panic attacks in the past but.. you’ve told no one besides your friends and.. The Batter and Zacharie.” You guys.. remember?”

“ Zacharie.” The Batter looked like he was getting impatient, scrunching his nose and lips.

“ You’re not helping, Amigo.” Somehow, The merchant may have been talking calmly but you could feel the glare he gave his frequent customer.” Let me-”

“I don’t have time for this.”The Batter grabbed hold out your headset all of a sudden, cutting Zacharie off when electrical lightning came from the ball- capped man’s hand and transferring onto the headset..

“ A-ahh!!” You gave out a loud scream which was very rare for you to get very loud so it sounded pathetic, closing your eyes as tightly as possible. You tried to grab his arm but there was nothing there.

Just as you managed to open your eyes through the electrocution and piercing sounds in your headset, the video game characters were gone..

Everything became a blur and all you feel was your eyes rolling into the back of your head and falling onto your side along with your laptop falling off of your lap.

“..Le frappeur est si effrayant..”

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its-wheastie-luv-blog · 7 years ago

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Connor Becomes Single

“Why won’t you just listen, dammit!” You yell, slamming your hands rather lightly on the table for a very anger person, the table shaking to a minimum.

Connor slowly looks down at the table before looking up at you, LED swirling for what he thinks is an appropriate response, but with an anger lover about to hit an explosion, is there really an appropriate answer?

“I have been attentive this entire time.” Connor defends himself, confused by your anger. “Since you arrived at 9:57 pm tonight I have been patiently listening to your…” He hesitates for a correct adjective, not wanting to upset you further. “…concerns. But I do not know how to accommodate.”

You frown more, pinching the area to some how relieve the frustration of dealing with such a dense android.

“That’s what’s wrong, Connor.” You say in exasperation. “Always talking as if I’m a damn patient or victim and not the person you’re in a relationship with!”

Connor’s LED whirled as he stares at you in silence. While he is perfectly content with it, he sees the uncomfortableness on your face and tilts his head, seeing you seek an answer.

“You’re dating a deviant android that’s sole purpose was to hunt deviant androids, what do you expect?” He snaps at you, flexing his fingers in the way to provoke you. “I’m not human, I will never be human.”

You laugh humorlessly, an obvious sarcastic gesture as you through your hands up. “All I want is for you to be more affectionate with me. Kiss me, hug me, tell me I look nice!” You list of examples, using your fingers in the motion. “I love you so much and treat you as such, and you seem to cringe at even greeting me in the morning.”

“Well you do have pretty bad morning breath.” He tries joke but seeing your deadpan expression has him clearing his voice, the little hint of a smile to break the ice long gone. “I will try to accommodate.”

“There it is again!” You through your hands up again, letting out a frustrating groan. “How many times have we had this argument and at the end of it you always say the same thing, ‘I’ll try to accommodate’.” You try to mimic his robotic voice, but it still doesn’t sound right, it has Connor’s mouth switching to a smile.

You walk slowly to him, shyly sitting on his lap while fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. Connor doesn’t respond to it, if anything he seems to flinch at your touch. You sigh sadly, sliding to sit beside him instead. “I.. I just don’t want this relationship to seem so one sided, you know?” You say quietly, letting some of the hurt he has unknowingly caused you. “I have a question.” You say seriously.

“And I have an answer.” Connor replies. You thought it was a joke at first, but with his stoic face, you knew he’s serious, too serious.

“When we met at my cute little job at the time, you were so cold, and then we talked and you slowly became my friend, we began to hang out outside of work..” You trailed off, fondly smiling at the memories of you both before, so happy, and free, even without him deviating yet. “I developed feelings for you, I asked you on a date, then more, then asked you to be my boyfriend, you said yes, we were so, so, so happy…” You trail off again, the smile losing its life as you thought about how life seems to turn downhill after he deviating, treating you like a well known acquaintance, more than his lover.

“I don’t understand what this has to do with your question?” Connor asks confused. He turns more to you, concern in his eyes. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need to lay down? You’re blood pressure was risen due to anger but drastically collapsed in just 1.2 minutes.” He says mechanically, but the concern is there, and that’s what melts your heart.

“Do you love me?” You ask breathlessly, scared but desperately craving his answer.

Connor’s LED whirls from yellow to red, harder than you ever heard it before, you swear you could actually hear.. loud fans coming from inside of him. The thought actually made your eyebrows raise. Connor’s observant eyes took that as you wanting an answer quickly.

“I… care for you a lot.” He says carefully, typing the words in his Microsoft document before he utters them aloud. “But.. not in the way you care for me.” He says quietly, fiddling with the quarter he pulled from his pocket.

You have already deflated since he first starting to talk, the sadness spreading like an disease. “Oh…” You say quietly, however with the readers threatening to attack your tear ducts, it comes out a little hoarse. “Why’d you say yes then?”

Connor flips the coin nervously in his hand, his LED flickering blue as he processes your question, knowing exactly what you’re asking about. Questioning why he would agree to dating you if he did not feel the same.

“To be entirely honest, I thought you were offering me official friendship.” Connor says guiltily. “After observing the romantic actions you wanted to partake in, I came to the conclusion you wanted a romantic relationship, not a friendship.” Connor says sheepishly. “I miscalculated when you said 'boyfriend’ and instead assumed 'boy friend’.” He paused between the 'boy’ and 'friend’ for clarification.

“Why-” You have to stop yourself as you feel yourself getting choked with tears, grabbing at your head at maddening frustration. “Why didn’t you just tell me instead of leading me on and- and-” You have to stop yourself as tears finally won there long battle, and slide down your cheeks in fat rolls of salty water.

Connor lowers his head in shame, hesitating if he should console you, but from the recent news, he decided his probability of success is lower than 13%, not good.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He says softly putting his coin down and instead slowly inching towards you. “I enjoy your company, your interests, I enjoy.. you. Just not romantically.”

You laugh through your tears, but it’s pained, choking harshly as you can’t even properly breathe in oxygen. “So you just like me as a friend.” You say, summing up his response, he nods stiffly.

“Are you alright?” Connor stupidly says, while concerned for your wellbeing as he frowns more, seeing he has to elaborate. “Please calm down, your blood pressure and stress levels for exceeded the normal level within humans and is dangerously entering a stage in which you will pass out. Breathe.”

“Oh I’m sorry!” You yell out, tears falling harder, but you do what he says to try to regulate your breathing. “The Android I’ve been dating for two years, have openly stated I loved, just told me that the entire time he’s never loved me, and never wanted to be in a relationship with me in the first place- SO I’M NOT FEELING SO HOT!” You scream out, your anger hitting a peak you’ve never experienced before as you collapse harder into the couch. The emotional rollercoaster you’re going through right now is effectively draining you.

Connor warily stares down at you, frantically searching on what to do in a situation like this, but yet all the searches end up with no results.

“I… I could learn to love you?” Connor says softly, not wanting to harm you more than he already has. Well, despite him not even trying to hurt you in the first place.

You laugh more, before it slowly turn into sobs as you clutch yourself, wanting no more than to go lie in a ditch to hide away from so much sadness and embarrassment.

“It’s been two year..” You say numbly, the tears silently falling down your face, staring at your hands, you couldn’t look at him even if you wanted to. “If you haven’t loved me yet, you never will.”

Connor frowns, he only wants to fix the situation but he only seems to make it worst. It makes his LED go haywire, from yellow, to red, to yellow again. And it’s all from you.

“I care for you.” Connor says seriously. “I do, I really do.” He says firmly, hesitating, but slowly getting to caress your hands. “Just not the way I should be as a boyfriend.” He says softly, barely even registering in your ears. He gently strokes your skin, so soft he felt.

He’s done this action before to try to get you to calm down. It always seemed to work but now, knowing what you know, it only makes your sadness and anger grow. Like he was boiling hot water, you quickly snatch your hands from him, deciding to cradle them yourself. Away from him.

“Get out.” You whisper. You’re suddenly so grateful that Connor insisted on staying with Hank Anderson, whoever that was.

“I don’t think that’s a good-” Connor tries to speak, but you cut him off, causing him to flinch from your anger.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!” You scream, pointing towards the door, still refusing to look at him.

“We’re still I’m a relationship, we can fix-” Connor tries to press further but you’re having none of it.

“You still think we’re dating?” You snarl our, looking up at him finally but snarling at the sight of him. “I hate you, I never want to see you again. Do you understand me?”

He’s been anticipating for you to look up at him, and for a split of a second he was, until he registered your look of pure evil. It reminds him of how humans usually look at androids, like scums under their foot. But you’ve never, in your entire relationship even looked at him or anyone he way you’re looking up at him now. The realization saddens him greatly, his brown eyes staring at your seething figure.

“I understand.” He says solemnly. His brown eyes dimming as he walks further away from your figure. Opening the door, he turns to you one last time, seeing you curled up on the couch, looking so defeated, so.. hurt. And it’s entirely his fault, it brings him to feel worse by the second. “I do love you, and I always will. Thank you for all you have given me.” He says, clearly you heard him but decide to ignore him. “Goodbye.” He whispers as he closes the door, turning to walk back to Hank’s.

While walking he notices something warm drops on his cheek. He lifts his hand to his cheek before placing it to his analyzing sensors and boggles at the discovery.

It’s tears. He’s crying. The realization only forth comes more tears, it cascading down his face and on the ground before. Every step feeling heavier than the other. he doesn’t understand these feelings that have him trapped and so pained in his synthetic heart, he grasped at his chest, feeling it hard to breathe. But then he self examines himself, researching what the hell is going on and nearly shuts down just at the results. But instead opt to pause on his travels home, falls to the ground and crying his blue heart out, out to the one he’s just lost. The results still perched in the corner of his eyes, haunting him even if he closes his eyes. He clutches his heart as he sobs into his arms, in the middle of a empty field for no one but himself to hear his shattering wailings, clutching his hair in frustration as the search results just making him sob harder.

He’s suffering from heartbreak.

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