I'll Be Here | Octavia x Male Reader [FANFICTION]

Chapter 1: Betrayal

"Alright! So, are you ready?"

"Yeah, just gimme one sec. Gotta get the camera focused."

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"... aaaaaannnnnd we're good!"

"Nice! Can't wait to get outta here. This place seems unsanitary, and just... ugh..."

"Whatever, man, just wait...! The views will come rollin' in once the whole world sees this!"

"Ehh... not sure about that, dude. We may be the next victims if we aren't careful..."

(Y/N) just sighed to himself and waved his cameraman partner to get closer to him.

"Just make sure you're getting this. I don't wanna be victim number... however many people fell here."

Little did the two "soon-to-be" viral sensationalists know that they were currently on the rim of one of the most vast and gigantic sinkholes in the entire continent. The closer they got to the edge, the more it seemed bottomless. The darkness of endless possibilities of where you could wind up kept everyone from exploring further.

Of course, the police tape didn't stop anyone, and people would easily be able to access the pit regardless. It was rumored that some people would just throw themselves off just to see what lay beneath, while others wanted to... well, they had their reasons.

"C'mon, just a little closer... Hey! Dude, don't just stand there. Get over here!", (Y/N) hollered over to his now trembling partner, now fully intimidated by the pit's massive width.

"O-Okay, dude? I think... I think we should just... call this off... This is... t-too much for me..."

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. "Are you serious, man? We're almost there! You wanna chicken out now?"

His friend just shook his head, his legs still shaking. "Y-Yeah, I-I do. I-I don't care if we get famous or not. Not if it means we're never heard from again."

"You say that like we're gonna die when we're not even close enough to falling off."

"Don't you realize how close we even are? Look where you're standing!", he pointed to where (Y/N)'s foot stood, "... One more step and you're effed!"

(Y/N) looked over the edge once more, then to his feet. He turned back to his friend and shrugged. "Hey, I ain't scared."

"... Of DYING?! (Y/N), people have gone missing 'round here. Someone could push you once and that'd be it. How are you not scared??"

(Y/N) pondered for a moment. He knew his friend was right. This place was a death trap, but I guess that made it so appealing to him. Surprisingly, he yearned for a sense of adventure and the possibility of death. It was like his daily dose of dopamine, minus the drugs.

"Honestly, it's just fun for me.", he said, skimming the cliff that led down the bottomless void, "I've always adored this kind of stuff, whether I die or not. It's always about the thrill, y'know? The rush of adrenaline, your heart beating a million times a minute, the sheer fear of the unknown, that's what fuels me..."

"So... if you don't wanna do this, then go ahead and leave...", (Y/N) said, turning around to face his partner, "... but I can promise that we'll go viral after filming-"

(Y/N) immediately stopped talking, mainly because he was now talking to no one. Footsteps could be heard fading off in the distance, the only thing left was the video camera his "friend" was carrying.

"... this."

He couldn't believe it. His last friend abandoned him. Not like this surprised him or anything, every friend he had before him did, why wouldn't he? (Y/N) felt a new feeling of hatred for the traitor, and he definitely wanted him to know.