Grunk - X Reader

You watched him go, his amber eyes fixed on you until the last possible second. Then the door closed, and he was gone. The debriefing took six hours.

“Batteries are dead,” you said, trying to keep the despair out of your voice. “But the cells might still hold a charge if we can jump-start them. Do you have anything conductive?” grunk x reader

You pushed off from the cracked console and drifted toward the emergency hatch. “There’s an outpost twenty klicks east. Abandoned, but the emergency bunkers usually have power cells and air filters. We can make it if we leave now.” You watched him go, his amber eyes fixed

“Come,” he said simply.

You answered the same questions a dozen different ways. Yes, the Grunk had been calm. Yes, he had assisted with survival protocols. No, he had not shown any aggression. Yes, you were certain. “Batteries are dead,” you said, trying to keep

I did all of these things.

“I read your message,” you said.