This was requested by Mintychoc02. A #Subash Oneshot. So for those who don't know, Subash is a ship me and him came up with, Subject 304 x Bashurverse. So here goes...don't question my character choices X3

"C'mon Bash! We're gonna miss the festival otherwise." I practically leap out the front door, Ian slamming it shut behind me. I've been so excited for this. The Mine festival, I can't wait to see the farming area. After all, I must rescue my children. Derp is gesturing wildly for us to follow him. I know he wants to see the bakery stall; Ian wants to compete in the PVP ring. We follow him, sprinting into a dense wood, tripping over twigs and tree roots. I slap branches out of my face, keeping my head down, eyes up. Derp suddenly veers off the path, Ian skidding after him, towards the distant sounds of laughter and crowds. I try to follow but get hit in the face by a stray branch. I cry out, my glasses leaving indents on my nose from the pressure. Turning round, my vision fades from stars, leaving me disoriented and confused. I stumble off in the direction I thought I saw Ian go. After about 10 minutes of steady jogging I find myself in an isolated clearing. "What the balls? Ian?! Derp?!" There's no answer from either. I sit down on a tree stump, out of breath. Looking around me I find the evergreen foliage and their dappled spots calming; I catch glimpses of blue sky through the swaying leaves above me. I've caught my breath now, so I stand up, biting my lip as I try to figure out where I came from.

Suddenly, I hear a twig snap behind me. I whip round, my heart pounding at the realisation that I'm alone in these woods. If something happens... "N-no, probably just a bird or somethin'." I start walking away, my heartbeat slowly calming. "Juuust a bird, juuust a bird." Then I hear it again. I stiffen, halting in my nervous tracks. "H-hello? Is there anyone there?" Silence. The trees groan and creak above me. A leaf slowly falls to the ground in front of where I stand. I look up and scream just as a figure lands heavily on top of me. I'm sprawled out on the ground, clawing at the ground as my attacker pins me down. "Hello there, hehe, weary traveller." "D-Derp?!" His voice sounds exactly like his! I twist my head around and yelp in terror when I see mad red, bloodshot eyes staring back at me. The man grins as I clench my jaw in fear. "Wh-who are you?! What do you want?!" His grip tightens on me, his tongue running across my neck, crazy giggles emitting from his bared teeth. "Now there's a question worth answering." I shy away as he laughs, a demented, insane sound. He drags me to my feet, arms wrapped round my chest, pinning my arms to my sides. "P-please! Let me go!" I cry out in pain as his teeth sink deep into the skin of my fruit-flesh, juice running from the wound like blood. He draws away, licking his lips, laughing again. "Mm, you taste good." I shake at the sound of his hoarse pants of breathless laughter in my ear.

"W-well, y-you know, m-melons are very n-nutritious-" I'm cut off as his grip tightens round my chest, my breathing becoming laboured as I fight for restricted air. "I'm sure they are~." He purrs, licking my neck again; I can feel the taste buds, the muscle flexing as it catches the juice drying on my skin. It feels...weirdly satisfying. What the heck brain?! I struggle, kicking back at my captor, still fighting for oxygen. "Let me go you psycho!" He suddenly does so, shoving me to the ground and climbing on top. I see a flash of silver catching the light and then there's a knife blade held to my neck. "You wanna call me that again?" His voice has changed, become deeper, a hoarse growl underlining it. I stutter, fear driving my beating heart into a crazed frenzy. "N-no! I'm sure you're not a-all bad!" He frowns, drawing away a little, releasing a little pressure on the blade against my neck. "Really? You think that?..." I nervously reply. "Y-yeah, th-there's a good side to everyone, I mean..." I turn my head to see where he is and feel warm lips pressed to my neck, sending bizarre tingles through me. "Even me?" His voice has gone quiet, scared. This guy changes temperaments super fast. "Y-Yes, even you..." I relax as his weight leaves me, the knife away from my neck. I stand up, legs shaking as I stare into the eyes of my captor. "Who are you? What's your name?" He steps closer, our foreheads touching. "My name is Subject 304." I blink. "Is that a nickname?" He shakes his head once.

I rest a hand on the side of his face, his heavy, laboured breathing sends chills down my spine. "How about S-Sub? That's easier to say?..." He smiles a little, red, bloodshot eyes glowing a bit brighter. "I like it. What's yours?" "Bashurverse. But most call me Bash for short." He takes my waist, wrapping his arms round me and drawing me closer, staring into my eyes. The pure madness in them was terrifying, yet intriguing. I wanted...more? Suddenly he's grabbed the back of my head, forcing my head forward, lips into a rough kiss. I'm bent backwards by the sheer force of the kiss, overwhelmed by his extreme domination and sudden lust. I shut my eyes, losing myself in it, my insides liquifying. He breaks away and my eyes widen when I realise what I've just done. Sub is staring at me intensely with those burning red eyes of his, a deep growl in the base of his throat making cold sweat break out on my back. "I-I-" Forced back into another violent lip lock, my body shudders, heart pounding. What on Earth was compelling me to let a total stranger make out with me?! But there is just something about this stranger that drives me crazy...I just don't know what. He breaks off, grinning wildly, making my heart skip a beat. "I like the taste of you..." I blink, my eyebrows rising. "Oh, o-okay..." His hand trails down my back, making my spine turn numb. "When can I...taste you again?" I stare at him, suddenly remembering the festival and my friends. They'd be worrying. "I-I don't know..." He goes close to my neck, inhaling my scent deeply, his voice a soft growl in my ear. "I'll always find you now..."

I'm not sure whether if I should be terrified or happy that this guy would come find me. "D-do you know the way back to my home?" Sub breathes in deeply. "I can follow your scent." He takes hold of my hand and sprints off, dragging me back through the woods. I start to recognise things around me. Without warning we stumble back onto the path. I stare up at Sub, his tall figure seemingly towering above me, his transfixing red eyes filled with a traumatic past. "When will I see you again?" I can't believe the words as I say them. He looks down at me, smiling. "When the darkness comes." I blink and he's suddenly gone, an eerie silence left in his path. I shiver, still feeling his hands on my body. I needed to know more about him. I could feel the obsession slowly growing in my mind. When the darkness comes... Maybe I'll see him tonight then? I look round once more before slowly walking backwards, along the main path to home once more. Subject 304. I need him. Some part of me does...I can feel it.