Emo Trinity x Reader

Mikey Way x Reader - Haunted House Encounter

The feared impact with the dirty floor never happened though, because you were caught by a pair of arms that safely stopped your fall and pulled you back up on your feet. You looked up, but the face of the man who had caught you, was hard to see in the minimal lighting.

You had to resist the urge to apologize and thank him, remembering you were still playing a role, and the guest did not know if this was part of the act or not. So instead you reached out your dirty hands and grabbed him by the arm, pulling it towards you as if you wanted to bite into it, the same way you would take a bite out of a fried chicken leg. You were holding your head in a way that the young man could not see if you were really biting him or not, and started dragging him towards the stack of potato sacks you had been hidden behind.

Just in that moment the door to the basement swung open again, allowing a thin beam of light to creep into the room. You and your colleges froze, as you had been instructed, and you loosened the grip around the man's arm. You expected him to step back, or leave the room as quickly as possible, but instead he made a step towards you.

"Next time maybe we'll find a more comfortable corner than in a dark basement," he whispered only for you to hear.

Confused you looked up and were met with the sight of hazel eyes that sparkled joyfully. You felt yourself blush under the heavy make-up. Was he seriously flirting or what was that? Before you had time to think about this more, he took a step back.

"You lost your eye, sir," he spoke and reached for the small plastic ball that once again had fallen out of John's mask.

"Uhm, thanks," John mumbled and took the prop from the guest.

"See you," the man quietly said to you, before he turned around and followed the other, obviously far more scared members of his group up the stairs.

The door slammed shut behind him and you were left standing in the dark, wondering what this had been all about.

You had to work for a few more hours until the lightbulb on the ceiling flickered to life. In good lighting the disguises and the make-up were by far not as impressive as in the dim light the room had been in before. You straightened your sleeping gown and headed up the stairs, through the heart of the haunted house and out of the back entrance, accompanied by the other three people who had worked in the basement. All over the house technicians were already at work, checking lights and special effects. Most actors had already left; the only one who was still around was the Bloody Count, an elderly man, dressed in eighteenth century clothes that were drenched with blood. He was talking to one of the technicians, either exchanging knowledge or explaining what did not work.

The air outside was terribly cold as you painfully noticed in your thin clothing, not even wearing shoes or socks. A slight drizzle fell from the sky, making the grass you were walking over wet, and the earth muddy. John was still cussing about his fake eye that continued falling off again and again, when you suddenly heard a voice that had haunted you all evening.

You turned your head and spotted the man who had caught you earlier in the basement. You were uncertain if you should say something, approach him and start a conversation, but it seemed you did not even have to, because after he had said goodbye to two other young man, he turned around and saw you. A grin appeared on his face and he jogged over, halting two meters in front of you.

"So we meet again," he laughed.

"Seems like it," you agreed.

The light was still terribly dim, but you now saw that he was wearing a soft looking jacket and a baseball cap, reminding you of how cold you really were.

"You look pretty gruesome," he commented, or complimented, looking down your dirty and bloody nightgown before fixing his eyes on the fake wound on your forehead.

"Thanks, I guess," you giggled, "have you seen the twins on the second floor though? They look horrible!"

The stranger laughed again and nodded, obviously remembering the two identical looking men, who were playing in a children's bedroom while it looked like their intestines were pooling around their feet.

"Sorry for running into you, by the way," the man apologized, "I'm always too curious for my own good and didn't see you. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry too, I had no idea you were there and just totally bumped into you," you remembered. "Thank you for catching me."

"Any time," the stranger grinned, "I'm Mikey."

"(Y/N)," you introduced yourself. "I'd offer you my hand, but I'm pretty dirty, sorry."

Mikey laughed and waved. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you too," you answered, "would you mind if we walked over to the trailer? It's freezing out here."

"Of course, sorry, I didn't realize," Mikey hurried to answer, starting to walk in the direction you had pointed him in. "Here, take my jacket."

Before you even had the chance to protest, he had wrapped the warm and soft fabric of his fluffy jacket around your shoulders. You did not find it in you to reject the offer, for one because it smelled amazing and it was a really kind gesture, but also because you really were terribly cold.

It did not take long to reach the trailer in which your costume was stored and the make-up done. At the steps you turned around and handed Mikey his jacket back, thanking him.

"Do you... do you think you'd like to go out some time, for a drink or something," Mikey asked, suddenly having turned all shy.

"Uhm, sure, I mean, definitely," you grinned, and your heart fluttered when you saw how relieved Mikey was.

"How about now, when you're done here," he suggested.

You grimaced. "It's gonna take a while I'm afraid," you mumbled, "at least half an hour."

"I don't mind waiting," Mikey shrugged, "but if another time is more convenient for you..."

"No, no, later is fine, if you don't mind," you quickly assured.

Mikey nodded, bright smile lighting up his face.

After you had taken off the silicone wounds and cleaned them off, you scrapped of the glue with which they had been stuck to your face and rinsed off the fake blood and the additional make up. You felt ten pounds lighter after you had gotten rid of everything, so you quickly dressed into your normal clothes, and checked yourself over one last time in the mirror. Your hair was freshly brushed, your face clean and your scarf tightly wrapped around your neck, making it look almost like you were drowning in the silky fabric.

A look at the clock told you, you had been a lot faster than you had told Mikey you would be, but that was good, so you hurried outside after quickly saying goodbye to the other actors.

Mikey was leaning against the wall of the trailer, his gaze wandering around the field in which the pre-Halloween festivities took place. Now most visitors had gone and been replaced by technicians and other personal who hurried around to check everything was in place for the following evening.

"I'm ready," you announced as you pulled the door closed behind you.

Mikey pushed himself away from the trailer and froze as he saw you. You raised your eyebrows at him, feeling a little uncomfortable as he stared at you.

"Sorry, I... I kind of forgot you don't usually run around with blood running over your face," he finally managed to press out. "I... I wasn't prepared for you being so beautiful."

You felt yourself blush at his words as he stepped over to you, offering his arm for you to take.

"How about we go for some coffee, or tea, or hot cocoa, or whatever you like," he suggested, as he led you over the field towards the exit.

"Sounds amazing," you agreed with a smile, but truth was, you did not really mind where you were going, as long as Mikey was there to spend some time with you.

You had a feeling it would be an unforgettable night.