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

34 - Ruv's Surprise Party (Part 4)

Okay, I'm starting to get paranoid about this.

I noticed lots of comments going against (Your Name). Lots of them say stuff like: "F*ck you (Y/N)," or "(Y/N), ur a b*tch." And there's much more that I haven't listed here. Majority of them come from the actions/thoughts that (Your Name) does/has in the book.

I kindly ask you to please stop going against this character. Degrading them is starting to make me feel anxious and insecure about my writing in the book.

I treat this character as if I was actually them. I choose their actions by the way that I would in real life in a certain situation.

This does not apply for just (Your Name). Very rarely some people will start to go against Ruv. And a lot goes to Taja. Taja is an exception, but just as long as it isn't too harsh against him.

Again, I kindly ask you to stop so that I can be more comfortable about the details in my chapters.

If it continues, I will start deleting the comments with no hesitation.

Thank you if you read this.

In this chapter, I made the characters play Minecraft and few party games. Just wanted something interesting. I rushed it a bit, sorry about that!

Ruv -

Performing is overwhelming.

Singing is overwhelming.

Having a loud voice is overwhelming (sometimes).

Even having your own birthday celebrated is overwhelming.

How have I managed this? No clue.

Once Panic-Stricken concluded, I couldn't help but become relieved that it was over. It felt like an extremely heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I anxiously glance at the portion of ceiling, laying smashed on the floor. Guess I took it a little too far. Worse part was that it was so close to hitting the speaker. At least (Your Name) was okay. That's all that mattered right now.

Exhausted from the tense moments, I lean against the pillar that was still untouched. I felt tired; I felt kind of hungry.

I spot Sarv walking up to me with a cheeky grin. "Ruv! You ready for your cake?" For some reason, she sounded a bit suspicious.

"Sure, I guess?" I shrug, glancing at the table. There were three cakes. Three? I thought there was supposed to be two?

I followed the nun on the other side of the table, sitting on the folding chair. I inspect all of the cakes. First one: single-layered spicy cake. Second: double-layered marble cake. Third: an unexpected vanilla one. It was the size of a smash cake.

I then hear Sarv giggling beside me. "Can I have your ushanka for a little bit?"

"Um, why?" I ask. Without responding, she takes my hat, handing it to (Your Name). "You can wear it if you want," she says to them.

I squint at them, earning nothing but a confused shrug from them. They plop my hat on their head, the fur part almost covering their eyes.

"So! Like the third cake I brought?" Pico suddenly stands to my right side, wearing a questionable grin on his face.

I mutter, "Yeah, but why is it the size of a smash-"

SPLAT!

A strong force shoved the back of my head, sending my face right into the cake. Frosting exploded around the table.