Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)

The Last Goodbye

You didn't bother with even knocking on the door.

You just stepped inside and yelled "YO NIGGA. WHERE YOU BE."

You waited for her to respond from upstairs but instead you where startled when she spoke from behind you with some annoyance in her voice

"Nigga, I am in de kitchen where else."

You turned around and found her peeking from the kitchen door corner.

A smile spread to your face.

"Hey." You spoke casually. "HEY GUESS WHAT." She said going from annoyed to normal-Perkiness. "What?" You asked

"I went to the store and happened to stumble upon an aisle of pocky." She said with a look of excitement on her face.

Your eyes widened.

"Dude bruh. POCKY YAS."

"C'mon it's upstairs in my room."
She led you upstairs to her room. You expected her to have like ten or so boxes of Pocky but you where sadly mistaken.

You step into a room full of just boxes upon boxes of pocky.

"Brooke literally what." You said as you stared at the strawberry and chocolate boxes of Pocky.

"Whale," she began "I found out they were 50¢" she said with a look of approval upon her decision.

"Jesus Christ, how many boxes did you buy?"

Then a look of just utter excitement and joy and also death came upon her face. "Well I'm not gonna lie to you I bought about 230$ worth."

"BROOKE OH MY GOD THATS LIKE 10,000 boxes"

"Well actually," she corrected. "11,500 boxes to be exact."

You just laughed and tried to find somewhere to sit where you would not be groped by boxes of delicious Japanese treats.

"Please." She said "take some home cause clearly I do not have enough but I am willing to share. ONLY. with you. "

You laughed and for the next few hours you two just drew some drawings and made up dumb anti-jokes and made fun of Barak Obama.

You where excited to just even think that for the next while you would get to be with your best friend. Eventually you two plan to move out together when you're 18 and get an apartment to share. Of course you would still visit your sister and of course Brooke's mom and siblings.

Brooke kind of had a hard life growing up since she's the oldest out of her siblings and her mom expects her to practically grow up at the age of 16. (You're both the same age you are just a few months older) and it doesn't help that her dad died only a few years ago.

You on the other hand. God have the years been hella rough. You where only about 7 years old when both of your parents died in a car accident. Your sister was 16 at the time. You both went into an orphanage until your older sister, Lindsay, turned 18 and she moved into this city and took you along with her. Cause you know. She's a legal adult.

It didn't take long for you to meet the neighbors around you and found a great liking to the one you consider your best friend now.

Brooke is the best friend, to just keep it all clear.

All the rest of the day you spent being stupid and writing down dumb stories in the composition notebook you both kept and took turns keeping. You had plenty of Pocky to snack on and around 7:30 Brooke's mother came through the door but you paid no attention since you and your friend where lost in time with each other.

As night fell. Your phone went off. You stopped drawing and looked at your phone.

--AdmirableAdmin began pestering (Your ChumHandle) at 10:33--

AA: Yo, where you is.

YC: I happen to be on a vast full adventure in the magical seas of mixed cultural pocky with my trusty sidekick cat. How about you?

AA: OH HAHA LET ME TELL YOU HOW FUNNY YOU ARE RIGHT NOW.
AA: well hey it's late.. Come home.

YC: I'm scared to walk home alone in the dark

AA: dude I am literally in the living room of her house waiting for you to come downstairs.

YC: oh

--AdmirableAdmin ceased pestering (Your Chumhandle)--

You told Brooke that she was downstairs and she frowned slightly. "Well darn." She said. "Anyways you should take some of this here pocky child and OH MY GOD I ALMOST FORGOT." She reached under her bed and pulled out a black and (Favorite/Colored)(Favorite/Brand) backpack. "I got this for you as a welcome to my neighborhood hell-hole gift. " you smiled. "Aww.." You took it and looked at it. At the bottom of the bag was your name that she stitched into it with your favorite color. Also it was in a pretty cursive. "Fill it with Pocky." She said. "Literally just take all the pocky you can fit. " you did this.
==> it is suggested you take all the pocky you can fit

And you did.

"oh and it's your turn." She shoved the composition notebook in your face and said; "I have written you a story. I think you'll like this one. " she smiled and you put It in the bag and noticed how frozen her window looked. "Jesus It looks cold out." You said. "I didn't bring my jacket."
She gave you an exasperated wtf look. "Here Nigga take mine and just bring it back tomorrow. Cause a nigga is coming back tomorrow."

You took her big fluffy white sweater and threw it on.

She walked with you down stairs and found your big sister conversing with her mom. Oh god.

"Hey there you are. " she smiled slightly. She moved her charcoal beanie that dropped down to her lower back and slightly curved up around her head a bit more. "C'mon." She said

You hugged your long best friend goodbye.

Little did you know, this was the last time you would see her.