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Fresh Air

-- Karl Heisenberg x OC (AFAB, She/They) --

This is technically the second story I have so far, but of course it isn't the second in the entire timeline. I'm posting the ones I have in chronological order for now!

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*Warnings?: Mention of memory loss

Summary: A little adventure leads Emelia to Karls personal workshop near the surface level. Turns out it's not as warm as the factory, and there may be a small surprise in store for her...

The hall was mostly silent, almost closed off from the rest of the factory. Emelia wandered through, looking through every nook and cranny she could see for an opening. She swore she saw him come this way... or at least she thought she did. She wasn't too incredibly fond of the man, but curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she found herself following him in order to explore.

She only paused as she heard distant humming, following the sound quietly. The noise seemed to reverberate quietly as she grew closer, and she found it was coming from a grate near the ceiling. She looked around, only finding straight piping to climb up with. 'This works...' she thought, carefully maneuvering to climb the pipe and look through the grate. There... She could see him in a smaller wooden chair, casually smoking his cigar and writing on... something. The workbench had been partially covered by a fabric of sorts, but the rest of the area was surprisingly organized despite the random clutter. She perked up slightly as she heard the humming and muttering of a song she wasn't familiar with as he mindlessly scribbled, and she carefully inspected the hatch for the grate. It wasn't locked... She could open it silently, right? With a careful nudge, she lifted it about an inch, only to cringe as it let out a horrendous squeaking noise.

The sound of humming stopped as the man whirled around in the chair, and she nearly fell as he stood threateningly. She froze as metal pieces were suddenly in the air, and he gave an irritable look.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He snarled, barely calming once he realized it was her. Emelia stared at him for a moment before gulping slightly and slowly emerging with a grunt as she hauled herself up.

"I was just... looking around..." she said quietly, pushing herself up to sit on the edge with a huff. "Take my bloody head off why don't you, Heisenberg..."

"I should. How did you find this?"

She didn't move as he made his way over, and she nearly thought he would kick her back down. But instead, he simply stood next to her as she looked up at him.

"I followed you. Kind of. I'm not entirely stupid, you know..." She mumbled, finally pulling her legs up before closing the hatch. She saw him take a step back from the corner of her eye before she turned and looked around. "Is this your... 'office'?"

There was silence for a moment before he finally let out an amused chuckle.

"No, of course not." He replied, making his way back to the bench and taking another drag of the cigar. It smelled... oddly sweet, she thought.

She looked around again, settling herself on the ground near the hatch. It was then that she noticed it was... cold. Much colder than the factory... Her eyes trailed over to the set of stairs that led up and she tilted her head, her face twisting in slight confusion.

"Does... Does that lead outside...??" She asked. He turned his head to look at her, arching a brow.

"Yes...?"

Outside.... Outside.

"I..." she tried, reaching to rub her arm. It was getting colder the more she sat here... even the slightly tattered long sleeve shirt she wore was feeling through it. But she kept her eyes on the door.

"I... haven't been outside..." she muttered.

There was more silence as he stared at her, only to start laughing.

"What do you mean you haven't been outside?? You were human, weren't you?" He said, turning to face her with an amused grin. But that grin faltered as she looked at him with a frown.

"I don't remember..." she shook her head slightly, her voice quiet. "I've been down there since I got here, you know that."

"Y-... Right." He managed, looking to the stairs himself. A grin then returned to his face, and he made his way back to her. She jumped as he held out his hand. "Come on, then."

She stared at his hand for a moment.

"... What?"

"We're going outside, Emelia. I wouldn't do this for anyone but you, now come on before I push you back down that hole." He played, smirking as she glared at him. But she took his hand carefully as he helped her stand, leaning on him slightly as she kept her balance. He was... warm. Almost as warm as the factory itself, she thought.

She followed as he lead her up the stairs and to a door at the top, her eyes taking in her surroundings. This looked so different compared the caverns of the factory... Brighter, no giant machinery, and not entirely carved out of rock. In fact, her face lit up with surprise as he opened said door and turned the corner, finding what almost seemed like the inside of a decently sized garage or shed. She paused as she looked around, her eyes focusing on every little thing, from smaller scraps on the floor to ropes on the support beams. And it was cold... So cold.. She could feel Heisenbergs eyes on her, meeting his curious gaze behind the glasses he wore.

"Yes?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Nothing, I just..." she started, simply taking a breath and looking around once more. "This is... different..."

He was silent for a moment before laughing, catching her off guard enough to jump.

"Wait until you go outside, then. The great outdoors!" He joked, wandering off to the side and beginning to rummage through a pile of things.

Emelia kept her eyes on him, watching as he turned and grabbed a thick looking piece of fabric and tossed it at her. She caught it quickly, coughing as dust flew off.

"What-"

"Cover yourself. You'll need it." He replied simply, making his way to the door.

Emelia said nothing, only listening and shrugging the fabric over her shoulders with an irritated huff and following. She stopped next to him as he returned his cigar between his teeth, only to jump back with a gasp as he suddenly swung the door open.

A blast of freezing air entered the building, and she was suddenly blinded by a layer of white on the ground. She covered her face with the fabric, but dropped it slowly as Heisenberg walked out.

"I hate the cold!" He laughed, turning to her. "Welcome to snow, Emmy."

"Snow..." she repeated, now staring wide-eyed at the area around him. Snow... Snow... That was... familiar. Very familiar...

She took a few steps forward, looking down as she felt her boot sink into the whiteness. She felt the still falling flakes land on her head, and she looked up. It was so bright... And cold. But it was still almost fascinating.

"Bring up anything familiar?" Heisenberg asked, walking back to her. She glanced at him before nodding.

"Maybe a little..." Her voice was quiet, "But not much..."

"At least it's something." He shrugged, taking a drag off of the cigar once more. Her lip curled into a slight snarl as he blew the smoke, some ending up in her face. She suddenly reached out and plucked it from his fingers in irritation.

"Hey-" he started, only stopping as she put it between her own lips. Her eyes met his as she took a long, slow breath, the smoke flowing from between her teeth.

"This I remember how to do..." She said quietly, inhaling once more before finally handing it back. She had to admit, she had slowly started to enjoy messing with him as much as he did her. "Next time it's mine..."

She looked away from the dumbfounded look on his face, looking out to the snowy fields. It was so... peaceful. Entirely different from the factory... Bright sky, large snowy mountains... Any previous thoughts left her mind as she stood, almost letting the snow accumulate on her shoulders and dampening her hair. She took a large breath, inhaling the fresh, crisp air before taking another step forward.

The next thing she knew, the fabric had slid off her shoulders as she began to run, vaguely hearing Heisenberg call out behind her. She only stopped as she nearly tripped over a piece of scrap sticking out from the snow, her lungs burning and breathing ragged as she looked up to the sky once more. She wanted to remember... Oh god, she wanted to remember. Vague memories of snow played over in her mind, triggered by the feeling of the cold substance, but she could barely understand them. They seemed too far away in time to even register. She hadn't been outside in months... Maybe even over a year, but she didn't know... The sweetness from the cigar on her tongue seemed to ground her as she stood in place, only to fall to her knees and sink into the snow. She kept her head up, keeping her eyes to the sky as she let herself fall back, the freezing chill reaching her bones after only a second. She could somewhat hear crunching footsteps approaching as she lay in the snow, her tattered clothing now undoubtedly wet and mildly uncomfortable. She closed her eyes for a moment as the footsteps got closer, only opening them again once a shadow crossed her eyelids. She met the concerned, yet somewhat irritated face of Heisenberg as he stood over her.

"You're an odd one..." he mumbled, only to jerk back as a single tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Emelia reached up with a freezing hand, wiping away the tear and some snow flakes with confusion.

"What..." she started, only to look back at the man over her. He gave a huff, backing away slightly.

"That's enough, Emelia." He said, looking around. It seemed as if her were searching for something; or keeping a lookout. "Time to go back inside. It's damn cold out here."

"I... I know, I..." she tried, only stopping as she realized she was shivering. The realization of the sheer cold suddenly hit her, and she bolted up into a sitting position. She looked at her clothes, frowning as she realized they were entirely wet. She was soaked to the bone from simply laying, and she looked back up at Heisenberg for a moment before sighing.

He held out his hand once more, and she grabbed it as her legs wobbled somewhat once she stood. She jumped as he returned the heavy fabric around her shoulders, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a light push to start her moving. But she didn't argue, keeping her head down and focusing on the light warmth she could feel from him. It wasn't until they were at the doors that she spoke again.

"... s-sorry..." she mumbled, shivering as she stepped over the threshold of the shed.

"Maybe think next time you decide to run off, yeah?" He said, glancing as her once they were both inside.

".... sorry..." she repeated quietly.

Heisenberg closed the door and latched it shut before silently taking her arm and leading her down the stairs once more. She didn't look at him. She couldn't tell what he was thinking as they reached his work space, shivering once he finally let go and paused for a moment to look at her. He seemed to think before sighing.

"You can be a real pain in the ass, Emmy..." he said, wandering into a separate area through a door that was off to the side. "I must say I'm happy you're not AS brainless as the others, but not by much."

"A-At least I can s-speak to you..." She replied, stuttering from her heavy shivers. She tilted her head as she heard rustling, running a hand through her damp hair. "And n-n-not cut off my own limbs..."

She couldn't stop the small twitching smile as she heard a genuine laugh from him. It wasn't often, but at least it meant he was in a decent mood.

"I'll give you that, too." He said, finally emerging. "Here."

He shoved a bundle of clothing into her chest, earning a light cough from the force. She looked at them, confused.

"What are these...?"

"Clothes to replace the ones you have now." He replied simply. "They're old, but durable. And not wet. You should fit"

"... Oh..." she managed, staying silent for a moment before nodding. "Thank you..."

Heisenberg didn't reply, instead giving an acknowledging grunt and backing away. Emelia stared at the clothes for a moment before looking back at the grate, taking a breath and making her way over. She only stopped as she heard him chuckle, looking back at him.

"You don't have to go back down if you don't want to, you know." He said, sitting back down in the chair he had been in previously. He gestured to the room around them, as well as the door. "This place is bigger than you may think."

She looked at him for a moment before letting out her own chuckle, surprising him enough to look at her.

"I'm good." She said, watching as he tilted his head. "That was... That was enough fresh air for today... And besides, I'd rather be back down there."

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked. She crouched in front of the latch, sliding it open and lifting the grate. She swung her legs down before looking back at him one last time with an amused smile, clutching the fabric around her shoulders and the clothing to her chest.

"I think I hate the cold."

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