This chapter is Reader (Y/n) PoV.
My boss gave me a week off after the incident. I feel bad about it but he is right. I overworked myself and my health was getting pretty instable. But it makes me feel like i'm a burden to my coworkers. And i don't like being inactive for too long. It tends to make me unproducive and lazy.
Well, you just called it (Y/n). You NEED to do something and make yourself busy but keep it simple so you won't exhaust yourself again.
Now i'm thinking about it, there is something i didn't do for a while and i kind of miss it. Just going inside of an abandonned building, explore it a bit, maybe find a nice place to draw or a funny story to tell and go back home.
Well, no need to tell more! Just grabing my bag, put a sketchbook and some pencils in it, a bottle of water, my phone, ID card, keys and taser. Something my previous urbex sessions learnt me is that squatters you might encounter aren't very nice. Thanks to my dad for the "anti-assault controler", as he calls it.
As usual, i give my familly informations about where i go, pat my pets and fly away to an adventure.
The building was exactly like i remembered. Dirty, full of graffitis, smelling bad (especially on the lower floors) and monstrously huge. I discovered this building months ago when visiting the old wealthy district. The outside walls are fully made of thick glasses, flooring was made with a black marbles and inside walls with a white one. The building is around forty levels with six flats per level.
I've already visited the first twenty-seventh floors and i've never experience such pleasure exploring and drawing architectures than in this place. Some appartements are "pretty basic" for rich people but some of them are very inspiring examples of luxury and post-modern settings.
Today, i will check the twenty-eighth level, expecting to find one of those beautiful flats i can sit in and get creative with. Of course, the elevators are dead for ages and i have to pass by the staircases. I don't mind walking or climbing, but the stairs are the part of the building where the awfull smells of piss, cold cigarett and grim in general are the strongest. I take a deep breath before getting inside, put my scraf on my nose and try to inspire exclusively by my mouth.
I reach the floor i was interested in quite fast and apparently junkies and squatters aren't here today. I couldn't be happier !
I passed around one hour and half to visit four of the six flats on this level. Nothing grabed my attention or triggered my creative mind. I'm a bit dissapointed but i still have two more appartements to take a look at.
And holy moly, the fith one did the job !
Alike the whole building, the flat is ruined and crumbling appart, but what remains is sumptuous. The main colors are black and red with a bit of gold here and there. The furnitures are made with simple geometrical forms but all together, they make an harmonious scenery. Not crowded, not empty, enough to move in the room and reach everything easily.
Talking about rooms, i'd say this appartement belonged to someone that lived alone since the general configuration looks more like a suite or a studio than a nice family nest. Bedroom is connected to the living room and the kitchen doesn't have proper demarcation from the rest. The only "isolated" room is the bathroom and it doesn't have any door.
I'm starting to leave to check for the last appartement, even if i already decided that i'll stay in this one for my drawing session. Just when i'm standing at the threshold, i hear a loud metallic noise coming somewhere behind me.
Wait a minute. What happend over there? Did i pushed something on my way?
I'm going back to the bedroom, seeking for what could have made that sound and discover a badly damaged robot on the floor, next to the wardrobe.
How did i missed that ?! My boss was right about my health being concerning, i'm being blind now !
I get closer from the robotic figure laying down and soon realised that it wasn't a simple robot but a simulacrum ! And even more shocking, i recognize this simulacrum. I'm pretty sure he is one of the Apex legends. What was his name already?
And most importantly, what is he doing here?
"Hello? Are you... Alive?"
Just after asking this, i realised that his voice box is completly destroyed. He might be conscious but he won't be able to tell. What should i do?
I stayed there for few minutes, considering the the broken shape under me when suddenly, his head trembles enough to bump into the wardrope.
I scream loudly in a high pitch, not expecting this sudden motion at all.
"What a jumpscare !" My voice is cleary shaken out by the recent fright.
But that's what i needed to finally choose my next action. This is the sign i required to tell that not only he was alive but also aware of my presence. Maybe he could even hear my voice.
"Hello... mister. My name is (Y/n). I will bring you back to my place to heal you properly. Just trust me ok?"
Oh, i'm feeling stupid now... "JuSt TRuSt mE" he don't have a choice here, dummy !
I grab all the broken part that were laying next to him and put them in my bag. The legs are a bit to long and a part of them just stays out of it. I also collected the little peices like bolts, screws or wires' part.
Once done, i grab the torso and lock it in my harness connected to the backpack and make sure he would not fall.
I start to go down the stairs while calling for help. I can't go back home alone carrying an injured simulacrum without risking to be assaulted.
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"Hello?"
"Hey Dad ! Can you pick me up at the adress i gave you earlier ? Can you also bring Mym with you?"
