𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 | F.N.F. (Ruv X Reader)

3 - Settling In

I have made up Sarvente's age in this story.

Sarvente -

I lead (Your Name) to the small kitchen in our "hidden home" and let them sit down at the wooden table. They look up at me with a hint of curiosity.

"So, any requests on what you'd like to eat? I'm pretty sure I can make it," I say, giggling. (Your Name) looks away, thinking deeply.

"Would it be possible for you to make (Your Favorite Food)? If you can't, that's okay," they ask. I turn my head and think, finally nodding my head in agreement.

"Yep! It'll be ready in a few," I say as I scurry around the kitchen and grab all of the ingredients and cooking items. As I began, I decided to start a conversation with (Your Name). "So, (Your Name). Anything you're confused about so far? Any questions?" They think silently.

"I'll just ask questions about you first," they reply. "How old are you?"

"I'm five hundred twenty!"

"FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY?!" they repeat and exclaim loudly. I flinch and turn to look at them.

"Is... is that a bad thing?" I ask, kind of feeling insecure.

"Sorry, no. It's just... I've never seen someone that old before, and you're somewhat still young!" they gush in awe. I smile as I keep cooking. "Okay, another question. What are your fears?"

I giggle to myself. "Moths and shrimps. And modern-day media."

"Wait, how are you scared of moths?" (Your Name) asks.

"Trust me. Never underestimate a moth," I say in a fearful tone.

"Another question: what was the worst injury that happened to you?"

"Um... for me, not a lot of stuff happened," I shrug. "But Ruv however, he's more interesting on that category."

"Yeah... I kind of have some questions about him, too," (Your Name) whispers.

"Alright. Ask away."

"...Why is his face on that beware poster?"

I stop what I'm doing and stare at the counter.

"Sarvente?"

"Oh! Um... sorry, (Your Name). It's a personal thing between me and him. Maybe I can tell you next time," I sigh. I could hear (Your Name) rest their head on the table. I grab a plate and bring it towards them. "Here! Go eat up. I'll go get Ruv and see if he's hungry," I say, walking out of the kitchen and back into the church itself. I glance to the side and see Ruv laying down on one of the pews. I hurry up to him as my heels click against the marble floor. Once I reach him, he looks up at me with his casual grim look.

"What do you want," he asks, looking away from me and closing his eye.

"I just made some lunch. (Your Name) is eating now. Come over! Maybe you'll be able to talk with them!" I say, plastering a smile on my face. 

Without looking at me, Ruv replies, "...No. I'm not hungry." I stare at him with an annoyed look when all of a sudden...

GRUMBLE.

Ruv looks down at his stomach and then back at me with a look on his face that said 'you heard nothing.' I smirk at him.

"Not hungry you say?" I ask and started to laugh a bit. Ruv groans.

"Fine. I'll come." He gets up and follows me back into the kitchen, where (Your Name) was still eating their food. I grab plates for the both of us and set them down. I decided to sit down on the chair across from (Your Name). As I glance over to Ruv, he was still standing, and he was staring at (Your Name) with a look of concern.

"Are you going to sit down?" I suddenly ask. Ruv looks at me and sighs, nodding his head as he found a chair. For some reason, he decided to sit in the farthest seat possible away from me and (Your Name). It made me a bit suspicious of him as I started eating the food. Glancing around at the table, no one made eye contact. (Your Name) and Ruv just stared at their plates, poking their food. I made a decision to speak up and hopefully start a conversation. "So, how's the food?" I ask, put a nervous smile on my face.

"Tastes great!" (Your Name) says happily as they keep eating.

"Mhm..." Ruv mumbles quietly. Strangely, he was eating very slowly, despite him being hungry. I turn back to my food, trying to think of any conversation topics. I should probably as (Your Name) about themself since they asked me.

"So... (Your Name). How old are you?" I ask.

"Eighteen," they reply.

"Okay, uh, when's your birthday?" I tilt my head to the side.

"My birthday is (Your Birthday Date)," they say, getting a spoonful of food.

"Okay, so, what's your favorite color?" I ask.

"Sarv, those are boring questions," Ruv speaks up. I give him a sideways glance.

"What? Do you have a question for them?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips. Ruv looks up and stared at (Your Name) right in the eyes. They anxiously stare back.

"How did you become homeless?" he asks, keeping a serious face. (Your Name) frowns and looks down at the floor.

"Ruv! That could be personal to them!" I grumble. Ruv just shrugs. I turn back to look at (Your Name). They didn't look too bothered.

"It's okay. I can say it. It's not too personal," they say. "When I was a toddler, my parents passed away in a car crash. So then I got sent to an orphanage until I was fifteen, and then I decided to move on by myself."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that," I say sympathetically. Ruv just casually nods in understanding. After a few minutes, (Your Name), Ruv, and I finish eating. After cleaning the table, I announce, "Okay. Since you'll be staying here for a while, (Your Name), I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." I grasp their hand in mine and look over at Ruv. "And you're coming with us," I grin. He groans and follows us out of the kitchen. I lead (Your Name) into the small halls and into our bedroom. Ruv and I shared the same room, one side his and the other mine. As I brought our guest inside, they start to look around. "Would it be okay if you slept on the floor for now?" I ask.

"Yeah, that's fine," (Your Name) says, shrugging.

"Okay, good. I have this sleeping bag that you can use," I say, holding up a (Your Favorite Color) sleeping bag. I place it on the floor and flatten it out. As (Your Name) lies down on it to test it, Ruv walks up to me.

"Why're you letting them sleep here?" he asks, whispering.

"What? You expect me to let them sleep on the pews? It's cold there at night," I say, sighing.

"You never know what they could be doing at night," Ruv grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Would you stop being paranoid for once?" I ask, frustrated. (Your Name) then got up from the sleeping bag.

"Yeah, this is fine," (Your Name) says, although they were squirming around with discomfort. I started to feel guilty about letting them sleep on the floor.

"Okay, if you're sure," I sigh, leading both Ruv and (Your Name) out of the hidden house and back into the church. Suddenly, a notification popped up on my phone. I pull it out, and read that someone needed me at the church across town and I needed to help there. I quickly turn to Ruv. "Ruv, I need to head out. Can you please take care of (Your Name) while I'm away?" I ask.

Ruv didn't say anything for one minute. Finally, he said, "K then..." And walked off to a far pew. I turn back to (Your Name) and look down at them.

"Looks like you'll be stuck here with this grumpy man," I giggle. "Do you think you'll be okay with him watching over you?"

"I'm sure," they smile.

"Good, because if he does something bad to you, I'm gonna come back and beat his bum," I laugh. I head toward the entrance doors. "Anyway, I need to go now. Have fun, you two~!"