Identity V x Reader One shot (Discontinued)

OOF IM FINALLY DONE WITH OUR BIRD BOY- Sorry I took forever to write this out X,D I wasn't satisfied with how it came out so i ended up re-writing the whole entire thing three times :,)) It's still not the best but its better I guess?? I'm sorry for making you guys wait for so long too, this whole entire week was lowkey hectic for me thanks to the stupid virus- Welp anyways I hope you enjoy the story! uwu

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'Ugh...My head hurts...' The noises which the cipher was only causing her headache to worsen as each minute ticked by. (Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief when the cipher was done and she hurried on to the next closest cipher in the area, she did not know how she was able to survive for three ciphers straight with such a bad fever which was growing worse the longer she stayed inside the cold environment called, Leo's memory.

'Oh no...' Her heart had started to pound faster against her chest, she knew that the hunter was close by but her legs would not move according to how she wanted, she was unable to run or hide from the hunter's gaze that had settled on her now. The unbearable headache never left, her vision was dizzy and her legs started to stagger as if she had already gotten hit by the hunter. 'No, not yet. I need to buy more time...'

Noticing (Y/N)'s unusual behaviour, Mary's expression twisted into one that looked sympathetic. During their previous matches, she was an excellent kiter that could be compared to the mercenary's level so for her to be carelessly stumbling in front of the hunter was rare. Something was not right. As if to confirm Mary's assumption, the young survivor suddenly collapsed onto the floor, incapicated, before she had a chance to even lift her hand.

Without a moment of hesitation, Mary rushes to the female survivor's aide, lifting her body off the snow and carrying her around the map, hoping to be able to find any of the other three survivors as soon as possible since she was unable to provide warmth for (Y/N) who was freezing cold. "Hoot!" The owl announces its presence as it glides around them. 'Ah, this creature must belong to him.' A silent relief washes over her now that she was able to get into contact with the survivors faster. "I will be surrendering the match, please get here as soon as you can. She won't last a minute longer in this condition!" A hint of urgency was laced in her voice, hoping that would cause the Seer or any nearby survivors to arrive faster.

As soon as Popo returned back to his side, Eli explained the situation to the Priestess who had been decoding with him and his legs moved on their own before he thought of anything else. Seeing her unconscious form and how pale her face had certainly made him fill up with fright, he had never seen (Y/N) in this terrible state before. Sure, there were times before that she put up a strong front and participated in a match even when she was sick but this was the first time she had collapsed which gave him plenty of more reasons to be anxious.

'Why didn't I notice it sooner...' He bits his lips in frustration, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He then remembers that (Y/N) had looked unwell days ago yet she was able to fully convince him that she had already recovered with a bright smile. 'Please, please be alright (Y/N).' He prays.

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Hours before the match began, (Y/N) was already fully aware of her condition that she was unable to participate in any matches for the day. She did not want to cause another unnecessary worry for her friends yet again, she politely turned down any requests of matches for the day, claiming that she wanted to rest for once. Unfortunately, her requests went on deaf ears to a certain Lawyer in the manor.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" She shouts, clearly annoyed by whoever knocking on her door repetitively. When she opened the door, she decided to show her emotions more openly when it was Freddy who was standing in front of her. "What do you want?" She mumbles, leaning against her door frame as she prepares for an incoming headache that would come and go, just like the survivor in front of her. It was clear to anyone that they were not fond of each other.