?Fangirl? (Error x Reader)

This was a terrible idea.

There was no simpler way to put it. In short, this was an awful, terrible idea.

Why on Earth were you doing this? There were no positive outcomes for your actions, so why were you choosing to carry them out?

You shivered, the cold of the night getting to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. The breeze rustled your fluffy cardigan, causing it to flap gently behind you. You looked down at the items in your gloved hands, taking a deep breath.

You held a wide, thin strip of Foamglas, a small blowtorch, some pliers, and a knife.

You cast a hesitant glance towards the kitchen appliance in your grasp, the sharp object sending a slight chill down your spine. Such weapons were frightening, even when they were under your control.

You walked slowly down the stairs from your room, having just grabbed the pliers from a cabinet in your dresser, your knees weak and shaky. You had no previous experience doing something like this, but there was no room for mistakes. You had to execute it perfectly.

Your footsteps sounded softly as you descended down the stairwell, only adding to the eerie tension of the surrounding atmosphere. Aside from the faint scuffling of your feet, all was quiet.

Once you made your way back down to ground floor, you took a left turn, steering into a hallway.

The floor creaked and groaned as you crossed over it, making unusual sounds, complimenting the harrowing ambiance. Shadows danced about as you passed, the dim lighting causing them to take on the appearance of distorted monsters, the night playing tricks on your eyes.

After crossing the long hallway, in front of you stood a door. Gently clasping the brass handle and turning the knob, you took a deep breath, before lightly pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The first thing you noticed was the silence.

A hush had overtaken the interior of the room, which was usually bursting with the noises of a certain guest. A pale blue light shined dimly through the windows, the result of the partly obscured orb of the night sky, casting the room and all that was inside with a similar hue.

In the far corner, nearest to the window, rested a single bed, where an injured skeleton quietly slept. You stood at the bedside rail, beginning to tremble, slight nervousness slowly making its way through your body. You shuddered, your hands starting to shake, especially the one that held the knife.

Alas, as risky as this was, it had to be done.

Gently, you grabbed the right arm of the unconscious male, being the closest. Turning his arm palms up, you glanced at the purple restraints, of which had most likely saved your life when he first arrived. The thought only reminded you of how dangerous this was. Still, you didn't let it dissuade you from your mission, shaking your head to clear your thoughts before refocusing.

You slipped the strip of Foamglas under the cuffs, using it to separate his arm from the restraint, before setting your pliers on the bed beside him. Turning your attention to the knife, you took a shaky breath before firing up the small blowtorch, bringing it close to the kitchen appliance.

Fire was a funny sort of thing. You took note of this whilst heating up the blade of the knife, looking deeply into the blue flames. Fire seemed to dance about, not having any specific rules to the way it moved, going as it pleased. It was fast, and could flicker from a small blaze to a bonfire in mere moments, and seemed to prefer certain materials more than others.