Reset Or Continue (Wirt x Reader) OTGW

CħAp†㉫r 10

CħAp†㉫r 10 : WħÏ＄p㉫r＄

It was the second day of Wirt and (Y/n)'s journey to find the Gardener. Thankfully the two found a nice farmer that could let them stay for the night and now they are repaying the farmer by helping him with the crops. For good deeds. Thats what (Y/n) referred to.

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Wirt wiped a sweat on his forehead and dug another pile of dirt. He scan tgrough every field and let out a sigh of relief. He's almost done.

"Hey Wirt." (Y/n) walked in with two lemonades on her hand.

"What the? Your done with the corn fields?" Wirt asked in disbelief.

"Uhhh . . . yeah. No big deal. Here I made ya some lemonade." She handed him the lemonade which Wirt gladly took it.

"That was fast." He muttered at (Y/n).

(Y/n) just shrug it off and sip on her lemonade while looking through the fields. The sun started to get a bit hot by the time Wirt finished fixing the crops, they started to get there things as they bid goodbye to the farmer and continue there journey. The woods showed a calm aura or the afternoon, nothing seems to be threatening.

"Huh, this feels weird." Wirt muttered, eyeing around the woods.

"Why?" (Y/n) face towards Wirt with a questioning look.

"We're trying to face the deadly killer who they call The Bad Little Black Riding Hood of whatever it is and today seems to be so . . . I guess ok here?" He rambled, slouching his back a little.

"You have no idea whats going on." (Y/n) muttered very silently for Wirt not to hear it.

"Wirt! Wirt!"

Suddenly they both stop walking.

"Greg?" Wirt mumbled.

Black smoke started to surround Wirt as he tried to search for the source of the voice.

"I'm coming, Greg! (Y/n), come on, we n-- (Y/n)?" Wirt coughed and realize (Y/n) went missing.

Meanwhile, black smoke surrounds (Y/n). But she stayed calm and look around. She was trying to find Wirt as well. She squinted her eyes and her pupils dart at every side she could see.

"Shit. . ." she cursed.

(Y/n) glared at the mysterious figure thats right infront of her. Gritting her teeth, she tried to remain calm though she failed. Right infront of her is a girl same age with her, her face isnt visible and have a black hood. Its the Bad Little Black Riding Hood.

"This is just some tricks, eh?" She muttered arrogantly.

"Hehehehe~"

The black hooded thief giggled and started circling around (Y/n).

"This is literally an illusion." She muttered.

"Granny said never ever trust strangers." The voice giggled again, mockinhg her.

"Strangers can be nice but they're dangerous." (Y/n) groaned, continuing her little chant.