Promise: Clementine x Male Reader

The Fear Begins Here

A cloth-faced Marlon struggles and squirms around

Y/N: You don't gotta fucking do this, just let him down

Owen: Ohh, but I think we do... I need you to know me, I need you to know that this isn't a game... Well it kinda is with your friend here mullet

He laughs to himself

Y/N: What the fuck do you gain outta killing Marlon?

Owen: Well it makes you suffer like you did to us when you killed our friend... And it will probably teach you some manners

Y/N: And what stops me from killing you?

Owen: That boy and the girl... Like it or not we still got bargaining power against you so it don't matter if we kill one or two of ya

Y/N: Fucker...

A dimly lit warehouse filled with dust and eerie silence, the air is heavy with tension though, in the center of the room, a makeshift gallows stands tall, a thick rope dangling ominously, tied to the rope, struggling in desperation, is Marlon, sweat drips down his body, his eyes darting around under the potato sack, while you ten feet away, you clench your fists furious as your fingernails stab through your hands leaking with blood

Y/N: Let him go, it's me you want... I killed your shithead friends, not him

A menacing figure, known as Dax, smirks and steps forward, holding a large, gleaming chainsaw, he wears a twisted mask concealing half of his deformed face, like soldiers wore in WW1 when face with a deformity from the war, you remember reading something about it in Ericson's library, this guy looked like a freak of nature almost seven feet tall, and monstrous hidden face

Y/N: What the fuck is that thing?

Owen: Oh, Y/N, my dear friend, don't underestimate the power of this game... If you answer correctly your friend lives, but if ya answer wrongly, well uh he'll lose a piece of himself, if ya catch my drift... From my boy here Dax, don't mind his looks we try to keep them hidden

Y/N: Your boy? Is that thing your fucking son?!

Owen: Well yes and no... Mama never really approved of me and my sister's relationship, that's why we had to put her down... It hurt but it was for the better, we'd never have had Daxxy boy otherwise

Y/N: Can he even talk?

Owen: I'm no damn teacher! How should I fucking know?

Marlon's eyes widen in terror, and his breathing becomes shallow, he tries to speak, but a gag in his mouth silences him, and his muffled screams

Owen: Now that you mention it, your friend don't sound that far off from Dax... Maybe they'll become friends if he lives

Gritting your teeth you concede with no other options left

Y/N: Fine, ask your goddamn question, you psycho fuck...

Owen grins maliciously, relishing the moment, while Dax lifts the chainsaw, raising the stakes

Owen: What is the worst thing you've ever done to a man?

Y/N: What?

You pause at the thought of the question

Owen: Answer the question...

Y/N: That's not yes or no... How the fuck do you know if I'm right?!

Owen: I've got a sense for these kind of things

He smirks

Y/N: I'm not taking a bet on your six-fucking-sense! If I tell the truth how do I know you won't fucking mutilate him!?