RRC! (Reader/character/character)

Older! Nester/Fem!Reader! .:another day:.

>>Nintendo own the rights to Howard and Nester

this is an inspiration for the, to what I can say: underrated character, Nester

Also, please bring him back in more references, Nintendo-

*cough*

(ps. this reading references real consoles)

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You and Nester have been long friends for the past two and a half decades of your existence. you happened to have been a young girl from his neighborhood in the late 80's to 90's as it was a rarity to see something you did that many other females at the time rarely had interest in that caught your childhood friend's eye. It was a popular phenomenon that changed the likes most of America and Japan alike for the next century: video games. Something that was stared at on screens. Consumers knowing Nintendo and Sega where the big advertisers for the fresh, new market to come.

Your friendship began once you had played a game you were amateur at, Tetris, In a public salon as your mother was getting her hair treated. your young age at the time knew the connection of video games to your core, yet you felt...disconnected at the same time. once the sight of the door swung open as the courteous bell rang over your ears, the boy's future you soon found to be your true pal has sat beside you in interest as his own mother had gone to do the same objective as your own guardian. you recalled him being a troubling narcissist who would point out how you would play and would confirm him to be the best-

losing himself just as low as your score. nonetheless, as you two developed, he just had begun to notice you had always been his close neighbor, he just stayed inside playing video games too long to realize it. 

years and years waved by like a breeze as one year of school you were lucky enough to find him in the same one as you. he'd sit by you all the time and treated you just as a self-proclaimed narcissist would, but it was charming and unharmful to you, it felt. 

Now, with years coming close and ages stretching, with your peach-skinned friend being 18 and you being only 17, you two had separated classes of the grade in, as you knew it: high school. 2004, to be exact on the year. He developed into maturity but clearly, his personality made him an older version of his once dunce and naive self.

You would share your room with him as he stayed over to play your good-conditioned blue-squared console with him as you could feel the eyes of your father squint uncertain and skeptical of the slightly immature and unproper young adult with his only child.

But it felt, and you could sense it within his aura too, he wasn't the category of anything else generally, but a childhood friend. yours lives where trapped always in the newest games, not nature's tellings of your vague romantic sides

but would that change? things felt, slower yet time was accelerating quickly with all the bumpy hills of geometry class work and new feelings towards the world. You knew him long enough, and certainly he would change too, boys are pretty dull, yet they had to know their own character, wouldn't they? heh.

now, it was dark. you were in your kitchen at late 3 am as you scavaged like a roach around the kitchen for a simple bottle of water... you'd go right back to bed after this. if only it was that easy as childhood felt-

knock knock

"what the..."

you turned your face towards the door that was a hall away. strange, in fact, very. if someone was trying to sell you something, it certainly was weird to do it so early. ah, goodness, your water. they can wait a bit, you k-