This is the first chapter in a while where (y/n) or Karl aren't fighting something...also writing a flustered Karl was fun-
Karl Heisenberg POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Two...three...four...this should be enough."
I mumble, pushing away the rest of the screws and bolts.
"Hey, Karl..?"
I hear from the door, i panic and throw my coat over the project.
"Fucking hell, you scared me!"
I say.
"Oh, sorry..! I just wanted to check on you...you seemed a little pissy back there."
(Y/n) says, walking in...i did kinda storm off back there.
"I wasn't mad, just a little on edge, Miranda's getting closer and im working on my soldats to fuck her up."
I say.
"Ah, alright then, I'll leave you to your monster work, if you need me I'll be in Ben's room."
(Y/n) says, turning to walk away...they're back to being obsessed over that damn kid, they'll just get their heart broken..nothing survives in this hell hole of a village.
"Why?"
I ask, standing up and following them out.
"I found some old books in the scrap piles, so i thought since he can eat, he can hear, i can read him stories."
They say, smiling a little, usually i like it when they smile, but when its about the half dead kid...not so much.
They open the door to the bedroom the kid is in, and on the foot of the bed is two small childrens books, more colorful than most of the things you'd find in this factory.
"So...you're sure he can hear it?"
I ask, they sit on a chair they must've dragged here when i was in the lab, grabbing one of the books as well.
"Pretty sure."
They say, i sigh and sit on the floor beside them.
They open the book and smile at Ben, who keeps staring at the ceiling...fucking creepy.
"Ten little kids, happy and free, they lived on a farm with a happy daddy and mommy."
They say, flipping the page.
"One kid fed horses and didn't move away, they neighed and stormed, and now only nine kids can play....eerie."
They mumble.
"Normal shit here."
I say, they give me an unamused look and flip the page.
"All the kids ran into the woods at midnight, the wolves were very hungry, but only seven kids could fight...this is getting progressively worse."
They say.
"This all Sound pretty normal, wolves are fuckin' assholes."
I say.
"Is that how you got those face scars?"
They ask.
"Maybe a few."
I say, they hum and flip a page.
"Seven little kids who all swam in the river, while four of them came back up, the...the other three had never."
They mumble, before flipping through more of the pages and sitting the book down.
"That book is all about death."
They say.
"This village is all about death, seems fit the books are."
I say.
"...im gonna make a story up instead."
They say.
"Go on, your audience is waiting...and getting bored."
I joke.
"Alright then...once apon a time, there were people who had flowers that would grow from their heart, whatever grew represented their inner selves."
They begin.
"I'd love to meet the person with cacti growing out of them."
I joke, they chuckle at it.
"One day, a buttercup was born, the first buttercup seen across the village. They were treated like a trophy, gawked at and stared down wherever they went, they began to be paranoid and fearful of the flowers among them, scared of what would happen if they did not succeed the things the villagers expected of them, their childhood was dodging knives in the dark."
They continue.
"Fuck...poor kid."
I mumble, i know how it feels, being really different at a young age...it fucks you up in the head.
"As the buttercup grew up, they began to travel away from the village, they wanted to meet other different flowers and save the flowers that were helpless to others, they wanted to be a hero among the different."
They say.
"Sound's good that they left."
I say.
"Across another Village far away was another flower, just as different as the ones around them, an Oleander flower that grew from the metal laying among the dirt, every villager scowled at them, as if they represented something evil and poisonous."
They say.
Metal, huh..? I think i know who that's based off of.
"The flower had to fight and argue for everything they needed, it began to make the flower a walled off and mysterious person, but one day, the buttercup traveled to their village, and when the buttercup saw the Oleander...they could tell that they were not a normal flower."
They continue...if im the Oleander, who's the buttercup?
"The Buttercup and Oleander slowly began to trust each other, as the only two different people among the other flowers. The two of them began to become their own sort of normal, the normal that would put bravery above all. They became reliant on each other...and they traveled far away from the village that hurt the metal Oleander."
They finish.
"That's...a good ending."
I say, they look at me and smile.
"Can you guess who the destructive angry metal Oleander was?"
They chuckle.
"No, but i think i know who the paranoid and thick skulled Buttercup was."
I joke.
"Oh, fuck off..!"
They laugh, shoving my shoulder, i laugh along and adjust my hat.
"...I think i found a new nickname for you."
I say.
"Oh no...it isn't like 'nines' or 'little officer', is it?"
They say, smiling.
"I'd say no, this one fits you better..."
I pause, standing up and poking their nose.
"Buttercup, you're different and feisty like the kid from your story, so..."
I say.
"...i like it."
They mumble.
"Good, because now You're my Buttercup."
I say, its meant to be a joke nickname, but holy shit do i like saying that..
"Sounds good to me."
They say, standing up...i didn't expect them to like it.
"Well...good, cause-uh...that's you."
I mumble, why am i suddenly talking like a dumbass..? Damn you, (y/n).
"If im your Buttercup, then You're hereby dubbed as.."
They pause, poking my nose too.
"My metal man. Since the Oleander grew in the metal, it seems fit too."
They say, i feel a dumb grin spread on my face, i cant fucking control it...godamnit.
"Sounds good to me, great, good and great, great good--i cant shut my fucking mouth..!"
I growl, they laugh and tilt their head, smiling and staring at me.
Why the fuck am i suddenly acting like a little kid? That's such a dumb fucking thing, 'great good'? Fucking hell!
"I think we're both just tired, im being a dumbass and you're turning into a robot."
They say.
"Yeah, we're just really tired..seems logical."
I say.
"I'll go sleep at where i did last time, don't stay up that long!"
They say.
"Here, I'll walk you to the elevator. have to go to the hall anyways."
I say, holding out my hand.
"Alright, let's go!"
They say, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bedroom.
"Hey! You're going to tear my godamn arm off!"
I say, grinning and running with them.
We run through the halls, laughing like kids and tripping over random things, its like Miranda isn't lurking somewhere in the village, like the Dimitrescu bitch isn't hunting them down...it feels great.
But all good things end, we make it to the elevator and (y/n) lets go of my hand, walking into it and hovering their hand over the button.
"Today was really fun, see you tomorrow, metal man."
They say, pressing the button.
The elevator closes and goes down, leaving me alone on this floor.
"...see you tomorrow, Buttercup."
I mumble, turning back and walking to the lab.
I open the door and quickly sit at my desk, uncovering the heart. and throwing my coat to the floor.
"Fuck this village.."
I mumble, staring at the nearly repaired mechanic piece for my soldat.
...its almost finished, my life's work is nearly done...i can get you and the kid out of here, before Miranda or Dimitrescu get to you...just a little longer.