𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗽| Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader ✔︎

Chapter Five.

I groaned, sitting up with to rub my pounding head. Welcome back migraine; you weren't missed.

I look around and see a different room, this one containing photos of the others I'd met on a wall, like a murder mystery. There was also a rather loud... motor sound?

Each time it appeared, Karl seemed to irk his brow in a state of annoyance.

"You sure sleep a lot," The man stated, sitting backward in a seat; cigar being held to his lips with dirtied hands so he could take a drag before letting the smoke back out. "You got low iron or something?"

I breathed in the smell of the smoke, relaxing a little. Most people hate it, but I love the smell of things like gas and cigars, it's something I've just always enjoyed.

"What were those— things hanging from your ceiling..." I took a small breath before speaking, knowing I was treading on thin ice with the questions I wanna ask.

"Hm? You mean my soldaten?" He spoke the word fluently despite the obvious fact it wasn't English.

"S-Soldaten?" I quirked a brow, thinking back to the 'dead' people being pumped out of a machine, parts of their bodies replaced by metal with other parts left to reveal the rotting flesh.

"It means soldier in German, they're my well... soldiers," He explained, taking another puff of the cigar. "You seemed pretty displeased with them. Do you think the design is flawed? If so, how?"

"Are those actual humans?!" I followed my first question up with a second one, fear coming back into my nerves.

I'd just gotten upgraded to assistant, and now, sitting in this chair, I feel like a prisoner once more.

"So what if they are, bitch? Dead bodies are the least of your concern here."

I looked around the room and sighed, telling myself that in the end, this is all just a video game, and no actual living people are dead. My family isn't in any form of danger.

This is fine because it's not real.

"Stop calling me a bitch," I warn, deciding that if I'm gonna be stuck in this video game I might as well get on his good side. This way, figuring out how to get home is easier without worrying about him coming after me.

I've spent the past day and a half living with fear, forgetting that I'm not in my actual world. This is a place where anything can be possible, and I'm gonna see how I can get away with it.

Besides, I wanna find a way home; and who's a better person to ask than the mechanical genius?

The others all looked hopeless, besides maybe Miranda. She decided who I went to for a reason; she has power.

"There's that random spark again," Karl took my chin between his fingers, looking at me while smoking. "And what if I don't stop calling you bitch, bitch?"

His smirk is enough to make me shudder and he blows the cigar smoke in my face, standing back up from the chair to put it against the wall of the room.

"So, assistant, are you ready for the tour now?" He looks at me, almost tauntingly. He might as well be saying 'Are you a pussy? Or will you take a tour around the factory?'

I've been a coward in this fictional world for too long.

"Oh shut up, let's go you fucker," I stand up, my body defying the cockiness of my words as both legs shake under me.

Guess you can't become a big brave woman overnight, huh?

"Whatever you say," Karl laughs and heads out the door, leading me to chase after him once more. "Bitch!"

For someone that isn't necessarily that tall, he gets around fast, like a rat scurrying around trash.

I huff and try to chase after him, getting a small tour of the factory while simultaneously running a mile.

In total, I think I was shown around twenty different places, including but not limited to; the communal bathrooms built-in with large public showering and a locker room, spare rooms used to hold piles of metal parts and discoveries, and a decently sized room that could've been a lunch break space to workers long ago, but is now used as Karl's kitchen.

There were a few more rooms that looked nearly identical, and then there were the higher levels paired with even lower levels. All in all, it was a maze, and hurt my head to try and remember.

I knew there was the testing room, along with my small bedroom, which had gotten lost within the many hallways of the building.

"I'll get it down eventually," I mumbled to myself, running a finger along the cold stone wall. I smiled a little with a chuckle, realizing I was gonna lose my sanity in a dark place like this.

I mean I'm already trying to rationalize the fact that I'm staying with a man who shoves bodies into a machine and turns them into cyborg mutant soldiers.

The thought makes me laugh, the smallest bit of fear falling into it. Almost as if the man could smell that sense of anxiousness, his face appeared over my shoulder.

"What's so funny, Assistant?"

I gasp, falling back a little, my back hitting the thin metal railing. Had I lost a sliver more of balance, I'd be falling into the dark abyss.

"For fucks sake Karl!" I take a breath, pushing away from the ledge with a relieved noise since I hadn't fallen.

"Anyway, I need you to help me with something," Karl starts to rush off again and I groan, speeding up to catch his calloused hand.

He stops quickly, hand going stiff in mine. I take a small breath, trying to relax after running around a giant sweaty factory for an hour. "Slow down, you're gonna kill me going this fast."

"I'm not running, I'm simply getting where I need to be. Now, let me go," I look down at his oil-stained hand, fingertips burnt and scratched. The palms were scarred, callouses decorating tan skin.

"Oh— yeah," I drop the limb, waiting for him to continue off towards wherever I was following him too.

"Don't touch me again," His words were creepily serious, a tone that didn't seem normal coming from Karl. I heeded the order quickly, realizing that he didn't ask much of me; at the very least I could respect his boundaries.

Though I doubt he'll ever respect mine.

"So, what are we doing?" I question, following him rather easily now that he was slowing down for me.

"Well I can't have you running around a place like this without something to defend yourself, my minions may be well behaved but the Lycans aren't too controllable."

I raise a brow, grabbing a small hold on his large and thickly tooled jacket so I didn't lose him. He had been speeding up subconsciously.

"Lycans?"

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