Soul Eater X Male Reader (2017)

Below Zero

Maka: You can do it (Y/n)!

(Y/n): You don't have to yell I'm right here.

The group had surrounded you and were yelling encouragements at you. The time was drawing near where you would put your life on the line to save this world from insanity. The machine that you would use was finished and being transported to Lord Death's room. Now it was only a matter of time. 

Emma: (Y/n).

Your gaze drifted over to the girl, who only moments before was sobbing, her cheeks bright red and her eyes still slightly watery.

Emma: I believe in you. I hope you never forget that.

You didn' respond as you nodded and took the final bite of the white fruit. You didn't feel too different other than the weird taste in your mouth.

Soul: Hey (Y/n).

(Y/n): Yeah?

Soul walked up to you and gripped your shoulder turning from the others.

Soul: Be careful.

(Y/n): What d-

Soul: You can't hold back insanity forever and now you are absorbing the entire world's insanity. 

(Y/n): It doesn't matter whether or not I can handle it. If I die in the process then I'm remembered as a hero and if I live I'm remembered as a hero and I lived to tell it.

Soul didn't respond as he gripped your shoulder tightly for a moment before releasing it and walking over to Maka. Your eyes moved to your group of friends... friends... how could you still call them that? You had betrayed them so much and yet they kept trying to help you. They said it was the insanity that made you do those things... but was it? You faithfully served Arachne and considered Mosquito a father figure. Your thoughts were halted as the sound of heavy clanking and wheels turning. A machine was being pushed into the room by A large man and some girls, one of which looked shockingly familiar. They pushed it to the center of the room and then stepped back. 

???: I did the best I could with what I had.

Lord Death: Thank you Mr. Buttataki. And you too, girls

All three girls wore helmets on their heads which made it hard to decipher their identities... except for the purple haired one. She turned to you and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Then the purple haired girl pounced on you.

Blair: Swordie Boy!

Good old lovable Blair. She pulled you into a loving embrace in which your face rested against her breast. You wouldn't say it was nice but... it was nice. And the death glares to the back of your head were completely worth it.

Blair: I heard you were doing something dangerous! And Blair wanted to wish you luck!

Blair hugged you tightly and swung your body back and forth.

Lord Death: I think you should release him, Blair.

Blair: Why?

Lord Death: He's turning blue.

Blair looked down to see you were, in fact, being suffocated by her... assets.

(Y/n) in mind: It would have been a glorious death.

Blair removed herself from your person as you breathed in the oxygen you had been lacking.

Mr. Buttataki: The machine is set up, Lord Death.

Lord Death: Excellent! Now (Y/n)...

(Y/n): I got it.

You straightened your outfit before walking up to the machine.