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Whitty was running as fast as he could, Y/N's fragile hand wrapped gently in his larger one. Whitty curved into an alley and sat there while Y/N stood confused. "Why were we running? Shouldn't we explain to the cops what happened?" Y/N started only to be faced with a small laugh. "Heh, sucker deserved it anywa-" Whitty was interrupted when Y/N slapped his kneecap hard with a piece of scrap metal left in the alleyway. Whitty cringed in pain and held his knee. Y/N smiled at him with their signature soft smile. Whitty couldn't help but feel warm and fluffy inside.
Whitty stood up after the pain faltered and began to walk out of the alleyway when someone blocked him. That someone was Keith. Huh, he even brought his girlfriend. Keith looked Whitty straight in the eyes. "Be bop skibbity boop." Keith sounded so.. confident. Whitty squinted and looked Keith in the eyes. "Oh yeah?" Whitty said behind gritted teeth. "Ske boop, ske bop." Keith closed his eyes and nodded. Keith's girlfriend walked over, her heels clicking against the asphalt and handed Whitty a microphone as she held up a decent sized radio. Whitty cleared his throat. Today was going to be a very long day, and Y/N could tell.
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Whitty x Reader
FanfictionWhitty and Y/N have been best friends since they were both kids. But now, Whitty's gotten feelings for Y/N, and others are getting in the way, will Whitty make it to Y/N's heart first? Whitty and Friday Night Funkin' does NOT belong to me.
