Just Passing By (Reader X Randy Cunningham)

.? ?H?i?s? ?F?i?n?a?l? ?W?o?r?d?s? ?.?

Before I speak, I mimicked his v̷̤̿o̷͈̽̏ǐ̴̮̕c̶̻̍̈ē̸̞͇͆ and said a sentence he would always say when I was still trapped in this building.

"J̸͎̯͒ŭ̴̝̙̾s̷͇͊t̵͉͗͐ ̸̪͉̎̌s̷̞̤͒̇ţ̸̏ả̷̰͚̕y̴̹̗̏̕ ̵̙͎̓s̷̳͆͛t̷͙͇͘͝i̴͘ͅl̸̰͒ḷ̸͖͠,̷̳̚ ̶̧̔ͅt̸̙͕̎ḥ̵̳̋͌ȉ̵̦s̷̡̺͐ ̶͉̾w̶̳̔͒o̴̪͛n̷̳̏̍͜'̵̫̗͑̊t̴̫̫̒̎ ̶͚̆h̴̲͌u̷̥͒͛ŗ̴̪͋ẗ̸̡̩ ̴͎̰̒ạ̵̽ ̷̺̜̈́̑b̴̙̄̀ȋ̷̱̈ť̵͙͆.̶̥̜͊"

His eyes widen with fear as he recognizes what I've just said and I have a feeling he knows what's going to happen next.

At the very moment I touch his shoulder, a wave of glitch instantly travels throughout his body as he falls to the floor while groaning in pain.

T̷͎̓̏h̷͙͎͚̉̇̊͂i̷͕̲͈͗ŝ̶̳̫͊͆̊ ̴̝̠̑̂̇̀i̶̪̹͉͋s̴̗̐͊͋ ̷͓̍̃f̵͈̬̫̳́o̵̧̬̺̳̓̒r̴͙͕̈́ ̵͕̬̰́̓̔̃m̶̺̮͎̋͒e̶̬̘̣̳͐͝s̷̨̺͎̾̿ͅs̸͖̀̑̈́͝i̷̙̒̍̒̈́n̸̬͉̓̀̐̕g̸͎͎̜̒̌̚͠ ̷̪͍͖̌w̵̧̰̱͛͌̾͝i̴͓͍̓̈̅t̷̞̝̣̙̿͑̕h̷͈̙̊̔̐͝ͅ ̶̱͑̃̚͜͠ḿ̷̳̤̓̈́̚y̸̝̲̺̿ ̵̪̱͂l̴̤̱̟͆ḭ̸̢̜̋̆̓͋f̵̳̦̿͑́̎e̷̹͛͐͊.̸͔͚̹̔ ̷̡̧̪̲͗̊̄̒

I watch with a glare as Viceroy is now c̶̹̐̄o̷͔͌̄ņ̶͌͐̈́͜͠s̶̙͓͈̀́̕ų̵̗̀͒̒͛m̴̤̈́̑e̵̢͔̲͑̂͜d̴̡͕̞̓̓̌ͅ by my glitching and in perfect timing, he froze in the middle of screaming in pain and terror.

I smile in delight knowing he f̶̧̤̏̅̕ͅị̴̽̿̓ň̵͉̏̚a̷̯͓͠ͅl̸̻͉͂͛͐͐͜l̸̳̪͓͑͌ỵ̷̧͌̐ got what he deserves.

"(Y/n)," the Sorcerer calls me, "Open the portal so we can let the fun begin. Well, only fun for only the both of us."

As I was about to turn the device on, a familiar voice whispers my n̵̞͗̀a̸̡̩͖̪͋̂m̶̀͜͠e̶̡͔͊͛̏̿͜ͅ and sends my thoughts to a halt.

"(Y/n)?"

I turn my head seeing the Ninja standing right behind me, staring l̵̜͐̐̅̒o̴̪̱̞͝ņ̸͎̰̮͑̒͝g̸̨̥̝̟̈́̾̐ǐ̷͖̯̀ͅn̴̼̳̯̮̅̔̎ğ̶͚̭͙͂l̵͓͉̯͘͝ȳ̸͖̻̝͆ while I took a step backwards in a defensive position; preparing to s̴̙̭͖̑͝t̷̨̙͖́͛r̸̯̺͊́̓i̵͓͔͕͂̓k̷͕͝ë̷̫̦̈́ him first.

Instead of doing a battle stance, the Ninja just stands there; his sorrowful sapphire eyes still looking at me as if he now sympathizes ṯ̸̝͓̦̆̓́͘h̸͎̒͛̈ḛ̷͎̦̾̈ ̵̳͝p̵̥̦̰̓a̶̫̐͑ị̴̋n̶̯̤̮͒ͅ,̴̱̪͚̼̒̌ ̵̡̆̈́ĺ̸͇̘̱͆o̸͖̱̅n̷̬̺̗͍̑̾͊e̸͙̖̒́̏l̸̲̞͗͒̚̚͜i̴͓͕͐̈́n̵̡͈̻̽̈ẽ̴̻̯͈ś̸̪͇͇̚͠͝s̷͈̀͌̄ ̸̖̹̀a̴͚̹͔̚n̸͔̰̈́́͜͝d̷̦̣̺̘̈́͋͝ ̷̲͐͠͠ì̸̱̗͍̥̇ś̷̤̥͍͚̏ő̸̫̌̽l̵̯̰̟̝̈́̆á̸͇̰̊ţ̴̫̹̫̂̆̿͝i̶̤̦̎͑ö̵̜̪́̒̉̽ṉ̶͚̉͆ I've felt all at once. At that very moment I became somehow, at e̵̘̩̖̒a̷̛͈͙͚͕s̵̍ͅè̵͈̏̌̌.  However the Sorcerer shouts angrily, disrupting the moment of peace, "No! Don't listen to him, (Y/n)! He's using you!"

I whip my head back to the sorcerer, slowly regaining my a̴̘̚n̶͑͜g̸̱̏u̶̦͐i̵̥͆s̴͔̅h̶̹̏ for this so called h̸̝̑ẹ̴͇͒̅r̶͛͜o̷̮͒̂.

"(Y/n), look at me, please." His voice s̸̲͐l̴̤̍o̷͇͒w̷̨̍ ̵̭̐ä̸̻́n̵̘͝d̴̰̀ ̶̧̇s̵̖͒t̵̬͝ḙ̷̚á̶̪d̶͙̑ỳ̶͇ with a hint of plead, a very sincere plead that made me feel at ease once ä̷̠́g̷̟̈á̸̖i̶͉͐n̷̮̑.

I turn to stare back at the Ninja who takes a b̴͉̅ò̵͉ḻ̷͆d̷̖͗ step towards me.

Then all of a sudden, I'm thrown into a pit of two voices from two different reasons: one b̵͍͠a̵̛͎d̷̯̐, and the other g̶̛͉̻ȯ̷̳̯̈́̏̐ö̶͍͕́d̸̮͚͇͉͆͝, but which is which? Who do I l̸̯̮̈́͂͜ȉ̸̧̻̖̥͛͒s̶̡̪͆͘t̸̡̲̋͌́̇e̶̠̫̼̗͝n̵̨͖͓͋̈́͠ to?!