Hello~ (Butcher Wally x Reader)

After a lot of thinking and contemplating your life you finally make a plan of action.

It took a while for you to get the courage to get up but you eventually did, your body (for some reason) feeling extra heavy.

You stretch, letting out a small grunt as a few of your bones crack in response.

You shake yourself out before slowly making your way towards your room, your stomach twisting with anxiety with each step.

You pause in front of the cracked open door, taking a deep breath before peaking inside the dark room.

You don't spot him immediately so you decide to open the door more, peaking in.

You're cautious doing so, your whole body on edge and alert. You couldn't help but feel nervous, your plan replaying in your head.

Your brows furrow when you still don't spot him nor his large figure, even with your eyes now well adjusted.

'Did.. he go to the restroom..?'

You take a few steps into the room looking around cautiously scratching your chin confused.

'Where the hell-'

The movie started to replay in your head making you freeze and your throat go dry.

With the most perfect timing you notice a large shadow behind the door. You jump back, your hands forming into fists as you get in a tense startled fighting stance.

You realize shortly after it's Wally. He looked at you with an amused expression.

Your face turns into a scowl, his own being an amused sneer.

"Wow their darling~ I would think you've seen a ghost." He teases, letting out a chuckle in a relaxed manner.

You ignore his antics, exclaiming "Why the hell were you behind the door like that?!"

He shrugs causally, stepping out from behind, "I don't know, does it matter?" He raises an eyebrow, his eyes locking onto you as if daring them to persist.

You open my mouth to speak, raising a finger but he cuts you off effectively. Reminding you why you were there.

"Do you need something? Cause sadly I don't think you'd come looking for me unless you... wanted something." His past playfulness gone on a dime, replaced with cold calculation.
His eyes narrowed, suspicion swimming beneath the red amber like eyes.

You truly we're starting to think he was 1. bipolar, 2. Had a lot of different personalities, 3. Really good at being fake and keeping a mask up and down, 4. Something else, and 5. All of the fucking above.

Cause the way he can go from smiling, flirty and playful to cold, deadly and serious was chilling.

You give your head a slight shake keeping you on track of the task at hand.

"Yeah.." You start slowly and cautiously. Testing the waters.

"I wanted to ask... if um- I could go hangout with a friend without worrying about me uh- you know getting murdered?" Your voice cracks, you sounded awkward as hell.
Why were you so nervous?!?

When you see his expression you quickly further explain.

"He's a stubborn one!- and has been wanting to hangout for a while. I'm afraid that he'll come to the apartment then that's a whole other mess you know?"

You mentally scold yourself for sounding like a dumb young and 'bro' like a teenager asking their parents for permission.

You also mentally smack yourself for referring to Oliver as a 'stubborn one'.