Them.( Identity fraud x reader) [SOMEWHAT RETURNING]

lil jail bird💕~Identity x reader (REWRITE)

Scenario: you travel throughout the maze of identity fraud one, only to encounter the jailor himself, identity, he seemed to take an interest in you, you both swung some words at each other which somehow attracted him.

Y/n's gender neutral so no pronouns are gonna be used here 😀 ✋

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Y/n's POV:

My arms swung back and forth as I whistled a jaunty tune, likely echoing through the labyrinthine corridors and alerting every lurking monster to my location. But I didn't care; they could kill me if they wanted. I'd just respawn like nothing had happened. I'd even given them names: Fraud, the sneaky jerk; Ralph, the even bigger jerk; Stan, kind of a jerk but mostly when he screamed in my face; Alice, the firefly jerk; and James, the disco ball jerk.

Basically, they were all jerks for killing me every five seconds. I mean, I couldn't even breathe without getting my neck sliced, body snatched, or slapped with a literal bat (though Stoic wasn't supposed to be here... oh well). I pouted at the thought of never escaping this place, but at least it wasn't boring.

As I turned a corner, out of nowhere, a random, hot attorney-looking guy appeared. He wore a suit, had nicely polished hair, and looked like he hadn't slept for days. He seemed new here, but why was he looking at me like that? I stopped in my tracks as he approached.

"What? What do you want?" I asked. He looked at me with a tired expression and sighed before walking faster. Feeling nervous, I started backing up, almost running. His eyebrows furrowed, and he picked up his pace, looking pissed.

Should I annoy him for my entertainment? Hell yeah. I smirked, spinning around and speed-walking away, irritating him further. It was funny until I hit a dead end. His expression shifted to a cocky one, knowing he had me cornered.

"What's with the smug grin, pal?" I asked, still smirking. He adjusted his tie before turning around and walking off.

(He seriously gave up on jailing me 🏃‍♂️)

That was anticlimactic. I wandered aimlessly through the maze for another hour or two, acting like nothing happened, when I saw him again, attacking another player. He just touched the player, and they began fading into a white light. What the hell?

"Oh hey, you," he said, making me freeze. Was he talking to me? I decided to play it cool. "Hey," I replied. He trotted off, probably looking for another person to Thanos out of existence. Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed him, occasionally annoying him.

"Hey buddy, whatcha doing?" I poked his back as he walked.

"Just walking," he responded sarcastically.

"Well, I'm 'just walking' with you too," I said, scooting to his side. We walked in silence for a minute before spotting Ralph, the knight jerk. "Nope," I said, spinning around and trying to pull him along with me.

"Wait, if I touch you-" Too late. My hand brushed his, and everything went black.

"Shit. Should've seen that coming," I sighed, finding myself in a jail cell that looked more like an asylum. Peeking out, I saw a guy curled up in a ball across the way. He looked familiar.

WAIT, THAT'S THE GUY WHO GOT THANOS-ED EARLIER. The door to my cell was loose; maybe if I-

"Don't bother trying," came a voice. Oh great, it's Crypto Crackdown. "Sup, mister-"

"I haven't told you my name yet. It's Identity."

"Name's Y/N. Hey, I was thinking, how'd you know I'd try to escape?" He froze. "I-never mind." Realization hit me, and I shook the jail door. "YOU READ MINDS, BITCH?!"

He stood silent, a faint blush on his face. Wait, does that mean he heard everything I thought before meeting him? The thought made me blush in embarrassment. A light pink dusted his cheeks too. Maybe if I teased him with random dirty-

"Okay, I'm out of your mind," he said, turning and walking off. I was teleported back to my original spot. Thankfully, Ralph wasn't there. I felt a note in my jacket pocket and pulled it out: "Till we meet again, Y/N," written in fancy handwriting.

I should see him more often.

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Whistling my favorite tune, I continued my jaunt down the endless corridors, my arms swinging back and forth like a metronome. Each step echoed, likely serving as a beacon to the creatures that roamed these halls. But their presence was no longer a threat; death here was but a temporary inconvenience. I'd grown familiar with my adversaries: Fraud, the sneaky jerk; Ralph, the hulking brute; Stan, whose screams were as terrifying as his appearance; Alice, the firefly with a sting; and James, the blinding disco ball.

They were relentless jerks, killing me every chance they got. I couldn't so much as breathe without one of them slicing my neck, snatching my body, or bludgeoning me with a bat (though Stoic wasn't supposed to be here... oh well). I sighed at the thought of being trapped here forever, but at least it wasn't boring.

Turning a corner, I nearly collided with a random, hot attorney-looking guy. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his hair perfectly styled, though his eyes had the weary look of someone who hadn't slept in days. He seemed out of place, new even, but why was he staring at me like that? I halted, watching as he approached with a determined stride.

"What? What do you want?" I demanded. His tired expression morphed into one of frustration as he quickened his pace. Feeling a spike of anxiety, I began to back away, almost breaking into a run. His brows knit together in irritation, and he started to chase me, looking pissed.

Should I mess with him for fun? Absolutely. I smirked, spinning on my heel and speed-walking away, enjoying the sight of him getting more annoyed. It was hilarious until I hit a dead end. His expression turned smug, clearly relishing having me cornered.

"What's with the smug grin, pal?" I taunted, still smirking. He adjusted his tie and, to my surprise, turned around and walked off.

(He seriously gave up on jailing me 🏃‍♂️)

Well, that was anticlimactic. I spent the next hour or two wandering aimlessly through the maze, pretending nothing had happened. Then, I saw him again, attacking another player. He simply touched the player, and they began to dissolve into a white light. What the hell?

"Oh hey, you," he said, making me freeze. Was he talking to me? Trying to act nonchalant, I replied, "Hey." He trotted off, probably hunting for his next victim to Thanos out of existence. Curiosity piqued, I decided to follow him, intermittently annoying him.

"Hey buddy, whatcha doing?" I poked his back as we walked.

"Just walking," he replied sarcastically.

"Well, I'm 'just walking' with you too," I said, sidling up next to him. We walked in silence until we spotted Ralph, the knight jerk. "Nope," I said, spinning around and attempting to drag the attorney guy with me.

"Wait, if I touch you-" Too late. My hand brushed his, and everything went black.

"Shit. Should've seen that coming," I muttered, finding myself in a jail cell that looked more like an asylum. Peeking out, I saw a guy curled up in a ball across the way. He looked familiar.

WAIT, THAT'S THE GUY WHO GOT THANOS-ED EARLIER. The door to my cell was loose; maybe if I-

"Don't bother trying," came a voice. Oh great, it's Crypto Crackdown. "Sup, mister-"

"I haven't told you my name yet. It's Identity."

"Name's Y/N. Hey, I was thinking, how'd you know I'd try to escape?" He froze. "I-never mind." Realization hit me, and I shook the jail door. "YOU READ MINDS, BITCH?!"

He stood silent, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, does that mean he heard everything I thought before meeting him? The thought made my face heat up in embarrassment. A light pink dusted his cheeks too. Maybe if I teased him with random dirty-

"Okay, I'm out of your mind," he said quickly, turning and walking off. I was teleported back to my original spot. Thankfully, Ralph wasn't there. I felt a note in my jacket pocket and pulled it out: "Till we meet again, Y/N," written in fancy handwriting.

I should see him more often.