MCSM x Modern!Reader (Discontinued)

Behemoth

The Grand Hall was luxurious—too luxurious to be depending on a receptionist whose cubicle had a sign titled, 'ON BREAK: Sorry for the inconvenience!' However, if they were ill-supervised even for such an exclusive event, this Gabriel individual had to be of significant importance. Either that or they trusted the community immensely. 'Yeah, that's highly unlikely,' I thought. Anyway, as irresponsible as it was, it certainly put us at an advantage. The empty foyer would allow us to locate Ivor easier—which is precisely what Jesse did when he caught a glimpse of a tall, hunched man with long hair. Petra, though, decided to investigate before 'we' made the mistake of stalking some poor fool. Yeah, 'we' as in Jesse, who had antagonized a woman prior to the whole chicken fiasco. In his defense, her back bore a striking resemblance to the man in question.

"Oh my God, Jesse," I gasped, "You mistook a woman for Ivor?"

"Yikes, that must have been quite a blow to her self-esteem," Axel said.

"Nobody was supposed to know that," Jesse groaned.

After that amusing, albeit embarrassing revelation, Petra proceeded with her investigation; and just as quickly as she had left, she returned and confirmed that it was indeed Ivor. Now, what lay behind the door she had witnessed him enter brought shivers to my spine. It was a basement cold, clammy, and everything opposed to the Grand Hall's extravagance. Although it had (somewhat) pleasant decor, the mazes of bookcases, colonial chests, dim torches, and other questionable artifacts that littered the room concocted a rather eerie environment.

While I surveyed the area, I couldn't help but notice how lifeless it appeared. 'Where the hell is Ivor?' I thought. He was neither within sight nor hearing distance, but no one seemed to question that. Instead, Jesse said, 'Come on,' finding now the perfect opportunity to delve into unknown and potentially dangerous territory. On the other hand, I hesitated, afraid of what would occur in the moment of confrontation. I mean, come on! It's inevitable. Even if we managed to obtain Petra's stolen item, we only had one option of escape: the wretched door.

"Shit, I'd rather apologize to Aiden than face Ivor," I muttered.

"You didn't seem to mind chasing him earlier, though," Lukas interjected.

"Yeah, but that was different," I explained, "We were in the open air among a crowd, not in a creepy ass basement."

"I think you could have done without the profanity," he chuckled, "But I get it."

"Anywho, what are we supposed to be looking for?" I asked.

"A Wither Skull!" Petra said.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What the hell is a Wither Skull?"

"You must be joking."

I held back the urge to scoff. Was this another one of their fictitious creatures? If so, why did they continue to subject me to this nonsense? Their adamance in maintaining such an utterly absurd pretense made me feel delusional, honestly.

"I just never cared enough to know," I explained, "So, again,what's a Wither?"

"It's not a Wither; it's a Wither skeleton," she said, "They inhabit the abandoned fortresses of the Nether."

"Is there a difference?" I asked.

"Yes, there is."

"So, are you going to explain?"

"It's not important."

"Okay, buddy."

Lukas had been present throughout the entirety of our exchange, so I assumed interacting with him would be rather awkward. However, that was not the case. When I turned around to face him, the expression he wore was one of indifference.

"Let's look for that Wither skull before Ivor shows up," Lukas said as he clamped a hand on my shoulder.

"Is she always this uptight?" I asked him.

"Well, she's Petra," he chuckled.

And that was that.

By the time the others discovered Petra's Wither skull, Ivor had decided to present himself. How coincidental, huh? Apparently, he also had two more, which I understood was alarming based on Olivia's reaction. Of course, I didn't understand; and I didn't want to understand, either. I just wanted to get this over with and go home.

"How did you follow me here?" Ivor said, "Never mind that, why are you here?"

"You know the answer to that question already," Petra said.

"Oh? Surely I must not," he paused briefly, "Anyway, if I did, what would you even do about it?"

"Just give them the diamond you had promised them, man," I said irritatedly, "You could have easily avoided this if you had done so."

"And who are you, stranger?" he said as his sunken, beady little eyes bore into my very soul, "Wait, I know who you are!"

"How do you know me?" I asked, "Because I didn't know you existed until an hour ago."

"Now, isn't that fortunate?" he hummed, "I brought you here for my...personal benefit. I lost track of your whereabouts, though. Even so, I'm sure I could still incorporate you in my plan."

"What the fuck—you lost me? How do you lose an entire human being?" I said, "Ah, fuck, who cares! Just give me a one-way ticket home."

"Think logically, child! Would I have lost you if I had physically whisked you away from your home?" he scoffed, "And home? You are no longer in your world, Y/N, but you are quite stubborn! Here, allow me to enlighten you."

Before I had even begun to process Ivor's words, the man engulfed me in his arms and made for the door. 'Oh my God!' I screamed, 'Let me go!' For someone as emaciated as him, he was unbelievably strong. No matter how much I thrashed around, I could not escape the iron grip he had on my entire being. Meanwhile, the rest were on my captor's tail, wreaking absolute havoc as they attempted to grab onto my flailing limbs. However, their efforts were in vain, and Ivor had successfully secured the door with an iron hinge.

"I have nothing to offer you, I swear! Let me go!" I said, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

What he proceeded to do next completely boggled my mind—I was brought up to a stage with an armor-cladded man and a hundred onlookers. Sure, I was beyond terrified, but this felt almost surreal. Why was he holding me hostage in front of a crowd of strangers?

"Ivor? Is that you? What do you think you are doing?" The armored man asked.

"Why don't you tell them the real story, Gabriel?" Ivor spat.

"I see time has made you bitter," Gabriel said, "But there is no excuse for this!"

"Now, these people were promised greatness," Ivor said, "If you were to answer with fabricated tales, well, you best be ready to deliver."

"How about you let the poor girl go, instead," Gabriel said, "And then we can have a proper conversation like mature adults."

"Oh, Gabriel. I'm sorry that this is how they had to learn the truth."

A strange mechanism rose from the ground, resulting in a chorus of shouts and utter chaos. I had no idea what exactly the devise was, but certainly, it was abysmal based on the crowd's reaction. And Ivor, who still held onto me, shot Gabriel one last look of warning. When the supposed hero neglected to answer, I was pushed roughly against my captor's chest as he fished the remaining skull from his robes.

"No!" I heard someone say, but it was too late.

A behemoth was born. What once was a useless pile of incompatible objects now hovered proudly over its maker. Ivor didn't seem to mind its terrifying presence, of course, but I sure as shit did. So, without further thought, I sunk my nails into his arm and bit his collarbone, thus ensuing my relinquishment. Fortunately, Jesse and the rest had managed to escape the basement; and in my state of franticness, I dove into one of their arms, chanting 'Go, go, go!', until my throat had spent and my vision had darkened.