pumped up kicks, max mayfield x fem reader

1 | hostage

i woke up due to a headache in my cold bed in the very empty room i sleep in every night.
i shuddered as the cool air ran across my body before pulling the thin white covers off of my shoulders.
i slid my legs out and hung my legs over the edge of the bed.

i pulled a piece of paper from the table across the room and grabbed my crayons too.
i started to draw another picture.
two smiley stick figures stood next to each other in the sunshine.

one labeled '012',
the other 'papa'.

i felt a sudden sharp pain strike me in my forehead.
pounding my head like someone was hitting my forehead with a baseball bat.
i held it hard as my vision began to blur.
i turned around as the door opened abruptly and the electric shock struck me as papa held the stick against my chest.
and then,
it was black.

"good morning, twelve."
i woke up the same way i had before.
everything was in the same place.
the crayons, the paper.
nothing had moved.
my picture of me and papa was no where to be seen in the room.
i had been dreaming the whole time.

oh, shit.
papa came through the door eagerly, not holding a taser this time.
"good morning twelve, ah you're already awake."
"anyway, now its time for a task that you're going to have to complete for me."

"no, papa."

"i'm afraid you have no choice, twelve."

a single tear formed in my eyes as his words came out of his mouth.
i don't know why i said anything.
there's no point.
i'm forced to do everything as long as i'm with papa.

"okay, twelve?"

"yes."

"now, come with me." he spoke as he gestured for me to follow him.

he led me down the hallways to a room with a huge water tank.
"now, you know what to do."

i got into my waterproof suit and walked up the steps as my heart dropped into my cold bare feet.
the men that worked for papa helped me stand on the platform which slowly lowered me into the tank.
the glass sphere around my head kept air in for me.
i shut my eyes tightly, completely terrified for what i'm about to see.

i woke up in a dark space.
the void of complete nothingness.
grunting and chewing sounds soon echoed around.
i turned around and began walking further into the abyss.

a sudden, ear piercingly loud roaring noise, startling me, splashing the shallow water beneath me.
i spun to see a slimy beast, kneeling over something.
how strange.
i stepped closer cautiously, trying my hardest not to make to much noise.

as i got closer, the noises got louder.
i still could not make out what the figure was.
i stood right behind it.
noticing all the wet and slimy scales carved into its skin.

it was feasting on something.

i held out two of my fingers as i pushed them closer towards the 'thing'.
i lay my fingers against its back.
it swung its head around at me revealing its flower like face and layers of petrifying teeth.
it screeched noisily as it faced me.
i screamed at the top of my lungs until it felt like they dried out.

i opened my eyes as my screams echoed around the room in the lab.
the walls around me began to crack as bottles crashed and fell to the floor as others exploded.
the roaring could still be heard from the speakers.
my cries were ignored by everyone except one.

papa.
his wide eyes stared straight at me.

he ordered the guards to lift me out of the tank.
they led me to him.
"what happened, twelve?"
i just breathed heavily, not saying a word.
"its okay, papa's here."

i still didn't speak.
angered by my silence, he looked towards the guards, motioning to them.
he gave them 𝑡ℎ𝑒 look.

which meant,

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚.

they grabbed my arms, almost pulling them out of place, and ruthlessly dragged me out of the room and down the hallway.
my feet dragged on the floor, as i attempted to kick the guards.
i flailed my arms around screaming.

screaming for help.

screaming for papa.

"papa!"
they threw me down on the ground, me hitting the cold floor like a brick.

they swung the door shut and i stood up just as it closed.
i slammed my hands against the door.
screaming for papa, as tears streamed down my cheeks like waterfalls.

i gave up.
"papa..." i whispered.
i sunk in the corner, defeated.

crying.