𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 | robin buckley x(fem) reader

Dream a Little Dream of Me

 Nancy cleared her throat. "Victor? My name is Nancy... Nancy Wheeler. And these two are Robin and Y/N..."

Victor didn't move a muscle. He only sat in the darkness of his cell, looking down at his desk.

You moved a little closer to the bars. "Um, we have some questions-" 

"I don't talk to reporters. Hatch knows that." Victor's tone was cold and harsh, he twitched his neck a bit. 

His sudden interruption started you. You took a few steps back from his cell. "We're not reporters. We're here because... we believe you. And because we need your help." 

Nancy sighed before breaking the news to him. 

"Whatever killed your family, we think it's back."

Victor began digging his nails into the desk, running them against the wood. You cringed as the sound sent shivers down your spine.

He ran his nails all the way to the edge of the desk. He began to slowly turn around. It wasn't his unkept, mangled appearance that scared you, no.

It was his eyes.

Two thick scars delved down the middle of his eyelids, fused together by yellowish gunk, dried blood, and the choppy white sclera of his eyes that must've poured from the socket.

The basement was still and quiet. The air filled with fear and disgusted, thick like a disease.

Nancy took a step forward. She mustered up as much of her courage that she could and began to fill him in on all the recent attacks, her voice trembling a bit.

"This demonic monster, the same one that attacked your family... is back. They've been horrible and gruesome murders... cracked bones, gouged out eyes, lots of blood... We don't know why or how, but he's been killing off people in this town one by one."

You took a deep breath. "Three people from our school... Fred, Patrick... Chrissy." Your chest few heavy as you thought about your best friend. Tears stung the corner of your eyes as your vision blurred. One of the closest and most beloved people in your world. 

Gone. 

 There were a few moments of silence. Robin cleared her throat and took a step forward. "When he attacks, our friend described it as...a trance. Like a waking nightmare. That's why we think he's coming for her next...does any of this, anything that we've told you, sound like what happened to your family?"

 Victors breaths were shaky. His back moved rapidly up and down. 

Nancy clasped her hands together. "Victor... I know this is hard-"

"You don't know anything!" His shouts echoed throughout the hallway, angry and rash.

You cautiously approached the cell, like an anxious lion tamer at the circus, facing off a deadly, malnourished beast. "...You're right. We don't know. That's why we're here. To learn, to understand...We need to know how you survived that night."

Victor laughed manically in disbelief.

"Survived? Is that what you call this? Did I survive?" He groaned as he shook his head, "No, I assure you, I am still very much in hell." 

He paused, turning away from the three of you. His voice quivered as he started to recall his horrific past.

"...I had been back from the war some 14 years. Her great-uncle had died, leaving us a small fortune. Enough to buy a new home, a new life. It was a magnificent home. Alice said it looked like it was from a fairy tale..."

 "Alice. Was this your daughter?" Robin asked, anxious taking hard, dry, swallows.

"Mmm...yeah. But Henry, my... my boy, he was a sensitive child...and I could see he felt something was wrong. We had one month of peace in that house... and then it began."

 Victor moved from his desk and onto his dirty bed. He began to talk fast. It seemed like he never stopped for a breath of air.

"Dead animals, mutilated, tortured, began to appear near our home. Rabbits, squirrels, chickens, even dogs. The police chief blamed the attacks on a wildcat. This..." Victor maliciously  laughed again" ...this was no wildcat. This was an evil. And evil neither animal nor human. This was a spawn of Satan. A demon! And it was even closer than I realized."

"My family began to have encounters conjured by this demon. Nightmares. Waking, living nightmares. This demon, it seemed to take pleasure in tormenting us. Even poor, little, innocent Alice. It wasn't long before I began to have encounters of my own."

He finally stopped to take a breath. "I suppose all evil must have a home. And though I had not a rational explanation for it, I... I could sense this demon, always close. I became convinced it was hiding, nesting, somewhere within the shadows of our home. It had cursed our town. It had cursed our home. It had cursed us."

 "It took Virginia first." Victor seemed to flinch at the memories. His beloved wife, raised high above the family, jaw snapped, bones broken, and eyes gone and bloody, before crashing down onto the table.

Victor gasped and started to sob. "I tried to get the children out, to save them."

"But I was back to France, back in the war. It... it was a memory. I had thought German soldiers were inside. I ordered its shelling. I was wrong. This demon, it was taunting me. And I was sure it would take me, just as he'd taken my Virginia..."

"But then... I heard...another voice. At first, I believed it was an angel. And I... I followed her, only to find myself in a nightmare far worse.  While I was away, the demon took my children. Henry slipped into a coma shortly after that. A week later, he died."

Victors cries were loud and heartbreaking. "I tried to join them! I tried! Hatch stopped the bleeding. He wouldn't let me join them!"

Victor threw his head onto the pillow, whimpering and before starting to hum.

Nancy took a step towards the bars of his cell. "The angel you followed, who was she?"

His hums continued to the tune of Dream a Little Dream of Me. He rocked his body back and forth against his bed, lost in his own world as Nancy continued to ask.

"Victor?"

His wails were drowned out by the echoing sound of the large, metal door swinging open.

"Is he everything you hoped he would be?" Hatch and the security guard started pacing down the hallway. Hatches tone became angry. "I just had a very interesting conversation with Professor Brantley! Perhaps we should discuss in my office while we wait for the police!?"

Shit.