𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗽| Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader ✔︎

Chapter Ten.

It's been about a month since I got magically teleported into the world of Resident Evil, and I'm no closer to getting home than I was on the first day.

I can't blame anyone but myself though. I didn't have the guts to ask Karl for help, and I had no idea what to do.

So instead, I've been assisting my captor in his studies for the past few weeks, along with aiding in getting his factory cleaner, and my cabin cozier.

"Buttercup!" The now-familiar nickname echoed off the halls as I carried a large heap of scrap metal to the stockpile we used for soldats and weaponry.

"What is it?! I'm trying to finish up my work here!" I groan; tossing the supplies into the pile before taking a small notepad out to scribble down some observations about the pieces.

"Awe, come on! You've been doing that all day!" Karl complained like a child, and I turned to see his cheeks puffed out.

After three weeks of living with the man, I was more than aware of what he acted like.

At first, he seems gruff, mean, and quite frankly freakish. But when you break down those walls slowly, with a little bit of trust and some tricks, he reveals a childish and rather lovable personality.

At least, for me he does.

This second personality Karl expressed seemed to be only towards me, so I can't say too much for people like Moreau or Donna. Especially Lady Alcina, who seemed to get more suspicious of Karl each passing day.

She was becoming a regular annoyance, popping in every once in a while, to which I'd hide away in the basement and pretend to not exist. Karl said it was for the best, since I was supposed to be a 'failed science experiment' after all.

"You're the one that assigned me this job. If you didn't want me away for so long you should've put me on Soldat sketching again."

I replied to his energy calmly, knowing he was gonna nag at me for a few minutes before ultimately telling me to just stop working completely so I can chase after him.

Karl scoffed, fixing the collar of his shirt. "I can't, last time you started drawing them with confetti canons instead of weapons."

"Hazzah! A genius plan of quality! How could I come up with such beauty!" My lips cry out, not regretting wasting a day away to just make a confetti canon soldat.

"It's useless against Miranda, what good would confetti do?" Karl complained, looking over the scrap I'd gotten.

"No one expects a confetti cannon. No one," My eyes slim, and I try my best to seem serious, before giving up. Instead, I give an effort to change topics. "So, what's the plan for today if you don't want me collecting scrap?"

"Let's go on a date!" Karl exclaimed, no shame in yelling the words out loudly for all the minions to hear.

I freeze, my heart pattering so fast I can feel it against my chub-covered ribs. "D-D-Date?!"

"Yup! Donna said she wanted to throw a tea party with us, and I didn't have it in me to say no," He sighed, aware of how weak he was for the young woman's small requests.

At the same time that I let out a sigh of relief, I felt a small tinge of disappointment that he didn't mean an actual date. You know, with just the two of us.

I'd grown quite... close, with Karl over the past month, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't developed a bit of a crush.

It wasn't anything serious, I knew that. He was a video game character after all, and he won't be there when I get back home. But as of right now, even this small crush, was making my heart soar.

Every time he used Buttercup instead of Bitch, or acted clingy instead of distant, I couldn't help but feel something.

"Oh, uh, yeah! When is it?" I put my small notepad back, waiting for the man to answer my question.

"It's tonight, we've gotta bring a little something as a gift. That way we aren't, you know— eating her food. I love that woman as a sister, but she isn't the best cook."

I nod, already deciding to make some cupcakes for the three of us. I head out of the scrap room, Karl behind me.

"Where are you going?!" I laugh, waving my hand at the man to show him I was unbothered.

"We have to bring a snack right? Well, I've got to make stuff," With my reminder, the man's eyes widen and picks up speed, walking in step with me.

"Can I help?" Karls eyes bore into me from behind the sunglasses and I sigh, nodding my head.

"But you have to listen to me. You can't mess it up, okay?" I make sure my tone is stern, only dropping my overly-mature act when he nods.

. . .

"What... the fuck..." I look around at a room covered in homemade cupcake batter. "I just— I went to the bathroom, Karl! The bathroom!"

The man I've been living with slowly turns to look at me, outfit coated in the same sugary concoction. "Oops..."

"What did you do?!" I rush in, grabbing a towel from the small collection I'd stolen from the village's abandoned houses.

It only takes a few seconds for me to begin wiping Karl down, waiting for the explanation I asked for.

"I wanted to make the cupcakes, it's that simple. I'm not a fucking child I can do what I want in my own damn factory," As he talks in a dominant tone, I wipe some batter off his nose with a serious expression and raised brow.

He clears his throat a little, head turning away as I finish cleaning him up as much as I could with only a towel.

"For a genius, you're a real moron."

. . .

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-Small time skip, nothing too bad :)