Undesired (Tanner x Reader Scrutinized)

Chapter Two: Claws on Plaster

It was rather hard to maneuver In pitch black darkness, considering you both had no light on your persons, but you had managed to find yourself in the hallway while Luna stayed behind to make sure no one broke into the main room. Stupid decision, really, is all you could think of as you managed to stumble in and find the closet containing nothing but the breaker. Three switches restarted and the light was heard returning to the house with a vague grumble of ambience.

"It's on!" Called Luna from the opposing room, so you took that as a signal to start to head back. It was easier now than what it had been despite knowing the layout of the tiny house, but the light helped quite a bit. You swung the door open and headed back out, and your bare feet lightly made a tapping noise as you came back to your friend who was slowly starting to calm down.

"So... What did you see?"
"Like I said, a man who fit one of the descriptions! The.. The one with hair.."
"I think your just going insane, I hear sleep deprivation is not such a fun thing." You remarked as you sat back down on the couch with a playful grin, "I mean you've been sleeping very late. I wouldn't doubt you'd be hallucinating by this point."
Luna rolled her eyes as playfully as she was able but she still seemed rather on edge by the encounter. Still, you couldn't happen to be not-so freaked out due to you not seeing this alleged criminal. Maybe Luna was actually just seeing things. You didn't hear anyone outside nor get in for that matter, so worst case scenario he was outside but he has no way of getting in.

"We're safe, Lunes, I just want you to know that. I know with all of your cases you've seen some wack-jobs and it's probably pretty unnerving. Just don't let it get to your head, okay?" You attempted to reassure her, giving her your most sincere smile as you leaned on your arm that was draped over the back of the couch. She returned a firm nod to acknowledge your attempt, but while it didn't help much she seemed to appreciate the offer nonetheless. That alone was enough to make you a little less tense.

The TV was muted sometime later so you could listen to the soft little chirps of the crickets and the buzz of the cicadas. While the windows were closed, and locked, they were still quite loud. A comfortable volume shift between nature and glass muffled the natural white noise made it just somewhat bearable, and you caught yourself dozing once or twice just thinking of whatever you had your mind on. Today was quite eventful even if it were an hour at the most that had passed.

"I suppose it is getting rather late," began Luna as she kept typing away at her desk, which made you stir enough to peak your eyes open, "we should get to bed in a couple of minutes."
A light yawn erupted from your mouth and you lazily nodded, "I am not at all complaining with that. What time even is it?"
"It's around two fifteen..." she mumbled to herself as she dragged some document into the little shredder. That made you lightly snort and sit up a bit more.
"Yeah, we should both get to bed. Cmon, I ain't leaving without you." You pestered a little as you scooted as close as you could to Luna while still being on the couch. She murmured about doing one more report to meet her quota, so you decided to just agree this time and wait patiently as your eyes fell over on the windows next to her desk.

A few times into the settling minutes you thought you heard something, but even then you had no idea what could have been making the noise nor what it was. It sounded almost like an animal was scratching at a door; it sounded like a cat wanting in from being outside in the cold for too long, but the noise didn't sound like it was coming in the direction of the front door. You figured it was quiet enough not to be dangerous- perhaps it were a small animal like a mouse- so you didn't alert Luna. It did stir a deep curiosity within you, but you estimated it would stop in a minute or two.

"Alright. We ready?" She asked suddenly after turning her computer completely off. That got your attention away from the random noise, which you soon fell halfway deaf to, and you confirmed her question with a nod.
"I'm exhausted, let's go."
And so you two did, walking side-by-side in the hallway. You were close enough to touch hands, but the most that had happened was your shoulders brushing. No conversation was mentioned, besides questions on brushing teeth. It was a mutual consensus that you were both too tired to do such acts and you'd both do it when you woke up.

"Goodnight. If you need anything don't be afraid to wake me up, 'kay?" You informed as you twisted the knob to your own door as you faced Luna.
"I know, I know... Thank you for everything. I just don't want to fall into 'being a statistic'." She acknowledged as she faced towards her own door. It was a deep rooted fear within her, as much as you knew how independent of a woman she was, but nonetheless you knew you were there for her.
"That won't happen, Luna. I promise it won't.." you swore, but she seemed not to want to discuss the matter much anymore. Luna waved you to bed as she entered her room and promptly closed the door. All you could do for a few more moments was stare at where she had left and lightly sigh, but since you still had to sleep you decided to pry your eyes away from her room to enter your own while shutting the door behind you.

When you took your first few steps in you noticed how cold your room was upon first inspection. It was such a little difference, but it brought you up to be a little nervous, but ultimately you were a little too tired to care. There was no instance this morning for a reason why you had to go out- and therefore get dressed- so you were still in your night clothes from last night. A simple decision made you flick your light off and walk over to crawl into your undisturbed, chilly sheets. It felt oddly nice, and it lulled you to sleep almost instantly.

Well, of course it would have and it almost succeeded in the fact, but your rest was interrupted by a peculiar scratching noise. It clawed away from somewhere inside of your room and it felt like it was right in your ear, so you attempted to muffle it by putting your shoulder in place over your ear. When that didn't work you attempted a pillow, which worked fairly well but it was insanely uncomfortable so you laid it down next to you.
You laid there to attempt to hear where it was coming from, but like that it was simply gone. No noise except for the wind battering against the window and the crickets making song.

And just like that, once again, right as you were about to drift off it started up again. As you listened they sounded to be in patterns of four, but by this point you were just getting sick and tired of it and you wanted it to stop. If it were a rodent you could bang on the walls once you find out where it was coming from, that'll hopefully scare it. With any luck it'll leave entirely.
You decided on doing just that, so you shifted up and waited until you heard it again. Dull claws on plaster. You followed it as best as you could, along with as silently as you were able. It drew you nearer and nearer to the closet where the router was stationed, and this made you groan internally.

Once you stood at the closet doors it stopped for an uncomfortable amount of time, but you just waited for it to start up again in case it moved to some different spot. What couldn't have been more than a handful of seconds felt nearly like five minutes you was standing there just staring at the closed closet doors. At an attempt to hear it you even leaned your ear up to press against the closet, but to no use. Still, you persisted and kept in that position.
Timing is always a blessed thing, because when you were about to pull away the scratching returned and it sounded right on the other side of the door- where your ear was.

Without contemplating how a rat could scratch a door from that height on the other side of the door, you opened it with ease after twisting the knob. Expecting an empty closet with a router is not what you got at all, and you actually found a pair of legs. Before there was time to examine who this person was- or even freak out about the person for that matter- they tackled you to where you were halfway laying on the bed.
Your legs kicked out from under you as your shoulder blades were steady on the top of the bed, but the rest of you was sliding off. Quite the difficult position to be in.

This gave you a chance to look up at who it was, and to attempt to swing with your right hand near the face or head area. It was definitely a man, and he looked so familiar, but you couldn't think with how fast things you were going. It would be best to find out who he was later. Unfortunately, as you swung, he seemed to have his own plan with his own right hand and he jabbed something you didn't happen to see right behind your ear. Then, with his left hand, he grabbed your wrist of the hand that was swinging at you to pin it to the bed. While you definitely had more fight in you, there was a burning sensation where he poked you and it started to make everything dizzy and far away.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" The man commented as you felt yourself slipping from consciousness. All he did was hold you down until he knew you were completely out.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you... Luna too! Just relax..."
It wasn't like you had a choice. Blackness warmed your blurry vision and you lost sight of the man who's expression and facial features you already forgot. Next thing you knew you were gone from the conscious world and you fell into a deep well of forced sleep.