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The Batter x Reader: Not Purified, but that's OkayYour breathing was ragged as you stared at the man’s face. The brim of his cap hid most of his face from view, exposing only the tip of his nose and his mouth, which seemed to be twisted into something between a scowl and a grimace. His bat, which he held in his right hand, was gripped by dirt-or was that blood?-covered fingers. They were twitching every few seconds, as if there was something he had to do with them but had forgotten.
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Or maybe he didn’t want to do it at all.
“Go ahead.” You say, a bit louder than intended. He takes a deep breath, pulls up his bat and-
That voice. That voice is there again. Is it his subconscious, is it the good in him, is it-
“It’s your mission, right,” There’s her voice again. A knot ties in his throat. He can’t do this. “You have to purify the world, save it from being ‘unpurified’ or whatever. And you need to kill me to finish the job. So go ahead.” He swallows.
5 to 1 (Batter x Player)1.
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“Put your hand through the panel in the wall and you’ll pull out the best prize ever, I promise.”
Looking down on the choking, coughing mess at his feet, the Batter silently wondered what exactly he did to merit such a stupid mistake. He shouldn’t have listened to whatever that sleazy frog-masked merchant told him. For once, he didn’t know what to say—he knew what to say all the time, in short, curt sentences—but now, the situation was far too ridiculous for him to actually manage to say something relevant.
He looked back at the blank panel on the wall he had stuck his hand into, and remembered how the surface of it rippled like water as his hand went straight through it and wound itself around a slim throat, squeezing (tightly) securely before pulling it back through the threshold.
“Excuse me; you just strangled me into my laptop. Mind giving me an explanation?”
And without much protest, the Batter’s attention was fully tr
Reader x ZacharieYou opened the door to your room and sighed. Throwing your (bag color) bookbag onto the floor next to your bed stand, you flopped onto your bed, face-first into the pillow. It had been a shitty, awful week and today was no exception. You had Semester finals for (least favorite class), and you were certain that you failed it. You had also just gone through the pain of a break up. The spineless ass had the nerve to text it over you, only giving a few lines;
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i think u need ur space
im dating sum1 else anyway
You sighed, on the verge of tears. Your phone made its signature (Notification sound), causing you to look up. You expected it to the that poor excuse for a human, but to your surprise it was your friend, Zacharie. You blushed at his name. You've always had a thing for him. You always thought he was nice and friendly, as he was the first one you became friends with since you moved here. You picked up your phone and read the text;
Heard what happened.