Pyramid head x reader

Chapter 4- You're with me

A pile of different monsters are lying dead at Y/n's feet and she keeps going like she would never stop. That is until her wrists are grabbed from behind and she gets pulled up from the ground. Her knife fell out her hand, but she keeps trashing around and kicking whoever or whatever had grabbed her. Her perpetrator let her trash around for a little while until she was more or less out of energy, before turning her around to look at him.

Y/n glared up to find out she was grabbed by metal guy, a very annoyed looking metal guy.

She gulped. "Uh-oh."

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The executioner was strolling around close by the church looking for some prey when he saw the girl from the other day, about to be eaten by some grey children. He was debating when ether or not to interfere when she suddenly started yelling at the church and beating up everything daring to come close to her. Never had he seen a human put up such a fight. It looked like she was on fire, truly an amazingly interesting sight. But that wasn't going to last, she would be tired soon and require rest, and then she'd be eaten. But why would that bother him? She was only a human after all, the beings he hunted. Why? Because she was interesting, and it became rather dull on his own sometimes. He made up his mind; she was going with him as his pet.

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A low growl escaped from under the triangular helmet, before a raspy low voice spoke: "Done?" He did not expect her to have this much fight left in her, and her kicks where stronger than he anticipated, especially in the lower regions.

"Oh. You talk." Y/n said dumbfounded before realizing what she has done to the other and bowed her head. It was quiet; she needed to answer his question.

"Y-yeah. I'm done." 'This is it, this time for sure. I just know it.' To Y/n's surprise Metal guy did in fact NOT tear her limbs off one by one but instead let her wrists go. She landed back on her feet with a small thud.

The executioner made a movement that indicated; Follow me. It took a moment before the girl understood. "Waitasec." She mumbled before kneeling down by a dead human.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you." She closed the male's eyes before grabbing her back-pack and knife off the ground and walking after the other male.

It was quiet for a little while safe from the great knife scraping on the floor. Y/n understood that she had no way of running, and if the other wanted her dead, he surely would have done it already. What fate was lying in store for her? Where was he taking her? And was her brother still alive? She needed to know. That reminded her of something.

"Uhm..." Y/n began unsure. "Thank you, for the other time. I would have died if you hadn't showed up. And uhh...Don't be mad, I sorta followed you after, because of that I found Michael, and the exit. I dunno if you knew, but still thanks." Y/n wasn't about to get cocky with metal head. She also needed a new name for him; somehow she thought "that metal dude" would piss him off, a lot. Metal guy made no indication that he heard her, and it was quiet once more.

After a while she spoke up again. "What are you going to do with me?" Metal guy stopped and looked at her for a moment, before opening a door, grabbing her by her arm and shoving her inside. Y/n takes a look around the room. A rusted bed with an unclean mattress stood in one corner, with next to it a small closet and a throne like-chair stands in the middle of the room, in the other corner a large metal table with next to that, a sharpening stone, there is a door in the back wall, various weapons are lying scattered through the room and everything was coated in either rust, blood, or both.

After closing the door, metal guy dropped his sword on the iron table before casually sitting down on the throne-like chair. This must be his room. "Lovely." Y/n mumbled before sitting down at the edge of the bed, facing the other. "So what do I call you?"

The pyramid shaped helmet turned to face the girl, slightly tilting it to the side in a questioning matter.

"Your name. Like mine's Y/n."

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Right. Humans had names. They named everything. The executioner never understood the use for that. Perhaps that is because he just takes what he wants without asking for anything, not that he needed much anyway. And now that little human asked for his, while he was still unsure what exactly to even do with her. He decided to just grunt for an answer, in the hopes that would shut her up about it.

"So you don't want to tell or you don't have one... That's shit."

The executioner made a mental note that he would have to teach her not to use foul language in his presence. It was a sin after all, and it was annoying him. Ether led to a slow and painful death, in his book anyway.

"Fine. I'll name you then."

The executioner snapped up from his thoughts and looked at the female. She was staring at the ceiling, frowning and mumbling something too soft for him to hear. She looked deep in thought, most likely trying to decide when ether the names she came up with wouldn't get her killed on the spot. Clever girl. Every now and then he could make out a word from reading her small lips. "Prison...strong...triangle...torture...pyramid." Her head snapped down to lock her eyes on him. They were sparkling. "Pyramid head."

If he was drinking something he would have spit it out. 'What?!' He thought. 'With all the names she could have come up with, why this one? It sounds far too...Un-frightening.'

"It's perfect. It can be P.H. for short." A small smile formed on her lips while her eyes were still twinkling. He found it oddly adorable how this human looked at him. There was no fear in her body, and hope in her eyes that he liked his name. This was very interesting, so, for the time being, he decided to go along with it, and slowly nodded his head. Her smile grew wider. She let herself fall backwards onto the bed. "Awesome."