The Forgotten Creation || Yan! Genshin Impact x Reader

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4: 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖔 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖘

After a few hours of crying and cowarding away in a corner, I raise my head up from my knees and look around the room, noticing that it's darker. I move my messy hair out of my face and slowly get up. I slowly walk towards the window in the room, my legs shaky from sitting in the position I was in for so long. I move the curtains back a bit and take a look outside, noticing that it's darker outside. It's not dark enough to where the sun is completely down, but it's dark enough to see an orange sunset.

The destroyed buildings and dead grass mixed with the orange sky make for an almost apocalyptic look for Monstadt.

I stare out the window before looking down and shutting my eyes closed tight. The memories of what happened here still haunting me. How they hunted me down.. how they hurt me... how they called me such hurtful names... how they killed me in cold blood...

"̶A̶̶w̶̶w̶.. ̶i̶̶s̶ ̶p̶̶o̶̶o̶̶r̶ ̶b̶̶a̶̶b̶̶y̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶i̶̶l̶̶l̶ ̶u̶̶p̶̶s̶̶e̶̶t̶ ̶o̶̶v̶̶e̶̶r̶ ̶w̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶y̶ ̶d̶̶i̶̶d̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶m̶?" The voice says, almost in a mocking tone.

At that, I raise my head up and glance around. "Great... that retched voice is back..." I mutter to myself, quietly.

"̶O̶̶h̶, ̶w̶̶h̶̶y̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶v̶̶e̶̶r̶̶y̶ ̶n̶̶i̶̶c̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶s̶̶a̶̶y̶, ̶Y̶/̶n̶..." The voice says in a condescending manner before continuing. "̶W̶̶h̶̶y̶ ̶a̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶e̶̶v̶̶e̶̶n̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶i̶̶l̶̶l̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶k̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶a̶̶b̶̶o̶̶u̶̶t̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶ ̶d̶̶o̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶y̶̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶g̶̶e̶̶t̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶r̶ ̶r̶̶e̶̶v̶̶e̶̶n̶̶g̶̶e̶?"

"Revenge? No, no revenge! You almost made me gouge out Kaeya's eye!" I exclaim quietly, my head throbbing in pain.

"̶O̶̶h̶? ̶P̶̶l̶̶a̶̶y̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶b̶̶l̶̶a̶̶m̶̶e̶ ̶g̶̶a̶̶m̶̶e̶? ̶Y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶k̶̶n̶̶o̶̶w̶ ̶g̶̶o̶̶o̶̶d̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶w̶̶e̶̶l̶̶l̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶̶i̶̶d̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶d̶̶o̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶y̶̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶m̶̶a̶̶k̶̶e̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶n̶̶n̶̶a̶ ̶g̶̶o̶̶u̶̶g̶̶e̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶e̶̶y̶̶e̶ ̶o̶̶u̶̶t̶... ̶I̶ ̶s̶̶i̶̶m̶̶p̶̶l̶̶y̶ ̶s̶̶a̶̶i̶̶d̶ "̶d̶̶o̶ ̶i̶̶t̶"... ̶i̶̶t̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶s̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶w̶̶h̶̶o̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶n̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶h̶̶u̶̶r̶̶t̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶m̶... ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶n̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶h̶̶u̶̶r̶̶t̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶m̶ ̶o̶̶u̶̶t̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶r̶ ̶o̶̶w̶̶n̶ ̶f̶̶r̶̶e̶̶e̶ ̶w̶̶i̶̶l̶̶l̶.." The voice says in a harsh tone, as if sounding fed up with me.

I glance down, not knowing what to say. I mean... I wasn't possessed by the voice to do it... I just kind of.. picked up the blade on my own.. but of course, I wasn't going to admit that, not in a million years...

"No... and even if I did want to do it out of my free will, I didn't! Kaeya still has his eye!" I argue back, making sure not to be so loud as to alert someone and have someone worry.

"̶T̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶r̶̶i̶̶g̶̶h̶̶t̶, ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶d̶̶i̶̶d̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶d̶̶o̶ ̶i̶̶t̶... ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶s̶̶h̶̶o̶̶u̶̶l̶̶d̶'̶v̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶o̶̶u̶̶g̶̶h̶. ̶B̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶̶o̶̶u̶̶l̶̶d̶'̶v̶̶e̶ ̶l̶̶o̶̶v̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶s̶̶e̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶. ̶D̶̶o̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶a̶̶g̶̶r̶̶e̶̶e̶, ̶Y̶/̶n̶?" The voice says, speaking in its usual mocking and condescending tone, almost as if it never did speak in that harsh tone.

"No.. I'm not like you.." I say, while lazily walking towards my bed and sitting down on it, the pain now reduced to a simple headache.

"̶L̶̶i̶̶k̶̶e̶ ̶m̶̶e̶? ̶Y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶s̶̶p̶̶e̶̶a̶̶k̶ ̶a̶̶s̶ ̶i̶̶f̶ ̶w̶̶e̶ ̶a̶̶r̶̶e̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶s̶̶a̶̶m̶̶e̶ ̶p̶̶e̶̶r̶̶s̶̶o̶̶n̶... ̶a̶̶s̶ ̶i̶̶f̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶ ̶p̶̶a̶̶r̶̶t̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶.. ̶t̶̶r̶̶u̶̶s̶̶t̶, ̶I̶ ̶w̶̶o̶̶u̶̶l̶̶d̶ ̶l̶̶o̶̶v̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶b̶̶e̶ ̶m̶̶y̶ ̶o̶̶w̶̶n̶ ̶p̶̶e̶̶r̶̶s̶̶o̶̶n̶.. ̶b̶̶u̶̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶̶a̶̶n̶'̶t̶. ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶u̶̶c̶̶k̶ ̶w̶̶i̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶. ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶i̶̶n̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶r̶ ̶h̶̶e̶̶a̶̶d̶.. ̶s̶̶o̶ ̶y̶̶e̶̶s̶.. ̶I̶ ̶a̶̶m̶ ̶l̶̶i̶̶k̶̶e̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶.."