WORLD OF MADNESS || MadCom X Child Reader

003. || Communication

Keys: 
F/F = Favorite Food 
N/N: Nickname 

[this is a filler chapter since i don't want this story to be super fast paced and have the reader meet zeke and get kidnapped in the same chapter like in the old storyline. feel free to skip this chapter, you won't miss anything important] 

As soon as you woke up, you checked the clock again and sighed in relief when you saw that it was only 3 PM. You quickly went to working on the paperwork and made a mental note to thank your dad later for giving you less work today. Your body was extremely groggy from having your sleep schedule change drastically all of a sudden, so doing anything was ten times harder than usual. 

When Zeke (who was late) came over, you just told him to use his glowing rectangle to distract himself while you finished up your paperwork. 

He pestered you a little for the first few minutes, asking you stuff about the mountains of papers you were filling out, but went back to using his rectangle he calls a 'phone' when you gave him the most ominous glare ever, telling him silently to shut up. 

Now you might be wondering, how much paperwork do you usually get? 

Sex piles, each of them reaching about arm's length high. 

Today's was only three piles though since your dad only gave half as stated before. 

Of course, you just assumed this was a normal amount since that's literally all you've done every since existing in this world. 

When you finally finished after an hour of nothing but your pen scribbling onto the stacks of paper and Zeke's annoying sounds from his phone filling the air, you both got bored and didn't know what to do. 

"So..." he started. You turned your head towards his direction. "Do you wanna ask each other twenty questions? To get to know each other better?" 

You just gave a shrug. "Sure, we have nothing better to do."

And so you both did. He was sprawled across your floor while you just sat on top of your bed awkwardly, your legs crossed. It was silent for a few seconds before Zeke broke it. 

"I'll start first. Do you have any favorite food?" It took a bit of thinking for you to decide since you never really kept track of what you ate. Your whole thought process when eating is "anything edible = consume". 

"I'd say..." you took a few more seconds to make sure you were 100% sure about your answer. "..maybe (F/F)." 

He had a slight grin on his face. "Yea that's a pretty good one. Had it once and I can't say it was average or garbage. Pretty damn tasty." 

You took a minute to think of a question for him. 

"Were you from outside of Nevada or were you made from a cloning machine like me?" He looked almost taken back by your question. 

"Wow that's not what I expected--" he chuckled a little-- "but to answer your question, I actually came from California." He cleared his throat before continuing on. 

"I was actually here on a trip to see an old pal of mine and then ended up getting trapped in this hellhole. My dream is to go back there and see nature again actually." When you glanced at him again, he looked a bit homesick. 

"Anyways!" he clapped his hands together, "My turn! Have you heard of Danganronpa? Your ID is the same as some dead baseball guy from there lmao" 

"what the fuck is dang and ronpa" 

*TAKE 2* 

"Anyways!" he clapped his hands together, "My turn! Why do you even do a back breaking amount of paperwork..." His expression was both pure astonishment and horror as he sat up to have a better look at you. 

"No but seriously, if you stack those three piles together, it'd probably be taller than me." 

"Actually that's only half of what I do. I had to stay up all night to finish the paperwork yesterday I didn't have the chance to get done earlier." 

Congratulations 

You broke him 

It took you three whole minutes to get him unbroken. 

During the first minute, you tried vocalizing; normal talking all the way up to full on screaming in his ear. It didn't get him back. 

Then for the next two minutes, you tried some light physical contact like a little shaking or some soft punches. That didn't work either. 

As a second-to-last resort, you slapped his back with all your strength and thankfully that got him back to normal. If he didn't, you would've had to slap his face, which you didn't want to resort to because you're trying to be a decent grunt. Not some douchebag. 

Now that he was back to his normal state, he quickly apologized before you both continued on and on with the questions. It was your turn this time. 

"So... What's California like? How different is it from Nevada?" 

"WAY different than here obviously," he laughed out loud. "Here in Nevada, there's almost nothing but red and rocks. Red sky, red blood, Hank's red goggles, etc. In California, at least from where I came from, it's so much more... I don't know, alive? More colorful? Way more peaceful and civil compared to here." 

"Nice. Your turn now." you said. He took a few seconds to think of a question. 

"If it isn't too personal... What was your original role going to be? Like an agent? An ATP Soldier? A normal grunt?" he asked with a bit of hesitation. 

"If I remember correctly, I was originally going to be an agent. Due to some obvious reasons though," you gestured your abnormally small body, "I couldn't become one." 

He laughed a little. "If you became an agent and still had the same amount of intelligence you have now, I bet you could take down Hank! Or at least leave a mark on him. If I remember correctly, nobody except Jebus and Tricky landed a single finger on him." 

"...Tricky? Jebus?" You never heard of those names before. Not even in any of the paperwork you did. Well, you saw the name Tricky once or twice, but that was it. "And yes, that counts as a question." 

"Wha- I thought you knew- nevermind." He shook his head. "Tricky is a crazy deranged zombie killer clown with powers. He has like this weird orange hair that spikes up on both sides--" he gestured his hands up and down where the hair was supposed to be-- "his whole skin is green, and his jaw is exposed. Oh, and the area where the brain should be is cut off because Hank sliced it." 

"Then Jebus. Well, you know about the Christian figure Jesus Christ, right?" he questioned. You nodded in return. "Imagine him, but more badass and buff. That's really his whole appearance." 

You tried to imagine both of them, but they ended up looking like jokes or shitposts, so you eventually just gave up. 

"Anyways... uh.." He took a few minutes to think up of something. "Do you have any hobbies I guess?" You pointed to a corner in your room. He visibly sweat-dropped (wtf do you call that?) from the fat stack of drawings there. "...Damn." 

Then he started to ramble on about something about commissions and how almost every person who requests are huge bitches. You both ended up forgetting about asking each other twenty questions, and by the time you remembered, it was already nighttime. 

"Oh shit- I should get going now. See ya, (N/N)!" he managed to get out while rushing towards the door. 

(N/N), huh. 

You liked the way it sounded. 

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I did not enjoy writing this lmao 

I don't usually like writing fillers, but I also don't want to make this going too fast 

So yea, I've been avoiding this book just because of this chapter lol 

And that's why it took like two months to update 

I ended up ditching the whole asking each other twenty questions thing cause it would've taken me a year to do that 

That's why the ending was rushed, title half-assed, and probably some errors in the writing cause I didn't bother to proofread 

1378 words, 
9/10/22, 12:40 PM