Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 4 ✨

*Third Person Pov*

(Y/N) slashed at the Withers head, breaking it, but not enough to take it clean off.  Quackity leaped over her and cut the head off.

The Wither screamed again in fury.

"C'mon," (Y/N) groaned as she dodged and rolled away from an explosion, "No need to show off."

Quackity only smirked at her before advancing on the Wither. He swung his sword at the Wither knocking it back and letting you slice it's head off. With one last haunting shriek, the wither died. It's dark black form shimmered and formed into a small white star. (Y/N) picked it up and it seemed to glow brighter.

She pocketed the star.

"Hey, you're not going to share the loot?" Quackity whined as he hopped down to where (Y/N) stood. "Rude."

(Y/N) only rolled her eyes and turned.

As if by magic the man with pink hair and a pig mask stood in front of her. She raised her sword and blocked his oncoming attack.

Metal on Metal, Sword against Sword.

She gritted her teeth as she realized the strength of the other man and the enchantments on his sword, before smiling.

He could have all the enchantments in the world, but it couldn't be a match against two people, right?

Quackity furiously swung his sword towards the Pink-haired man and he blocked it, leaving (Y/N) free. (Y/N) kicked him and he stumbled back slightly. Two against one, what could go wrong?

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Apparently a lot of things could go wrong.

Quackity had been hit in the chest with the sword and it had cut through the armor. Immediately (Y/N) could tell that the cut was deep. She could sense his pain as he stumbled back and blood began to seep out from the wound.

She stepped forward to help him, but the pink haired man blocked her.

She swung her sword at him, but desperation fueled her fighting instead of confidence.

He backed her up into a corner, away from Quackity. With a desperate swing she managed to hit his armor, but all it did was dent it slightly. The man looked down at the dent before smirking and grabbing the sword out of her shaking hand and throwing it away, "Not bad, new girl."

Fuck

(Y/N) stepped back until her back hit the wall. Not even one day in this new land and she was about to die. Her review on Tripadvisor would have a few things to say.

Damn it (Y/N), quit joking you're about to die

The pink-haired man approached her, slowly taking his time, taking confidence at her fear.

"Who even are you?" She hissed.

Through his pig mask (Y/N) saw dark eyes, they were going to be the last thing she saw.

He only laughed.

"Not bad, new girl," He raised his sword, "Just not good enough."

You're gonna have to do it

She held out both of your hands and they glowed brightly.

The man stopped mid swing, and his face contracted in pain. Immediately (Y/N) felt a small bubble of joy erupt in her, reminding her of flower fields and sunny and warm days.

Not really something you should feel when you're physically torturing someone.

The adrenaline was masking how much energy (Y/N) was using. She ducked past the man and stumbled backwards away from him, his body was tight and rigid and his face paled ghostly white. What he was feeling? (Y/N) didn't know. She'd only hurt someone once that way and had swore to never use it again. She dropped her hands and the glow around her hands dimmed. So much for promises.

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*Flashback*

(Y/N) was a child.

13 years old in her eyes was nearly grown-up, but to anyone else she was a child.

Her mother was never around, her father wasn't the best to be around, so that left her to the alleyways and the country hills surrounding her village.

She played with the other kids and they played with her. The boys seemed to like her better than the other primped and 'proper' girls, and the girls marveled her for her boldness to wear overalls (when in reality it was all she had).

Then came that boy.

He was taller than her with beautiful brown hair that curled and a proud face.

(Y/N) had never fallen in love before, much less kissed anyone. When she saw him her heart did a strange flutter and her stomach was filled with butterflies.

His family was moving into the newly built house down her street and all of the children of the town were peeking from behind trees or outright staring at them move into the house on the street.

But (Y/N) had enough of their shyness.

She boldly walked up to them and held out her hand to the boy, "My name is (Y/N), welcome to this tow-"

He swatted her hand away and walked away.

(Y/N) followed him. "I'm 13 by the way, I live just down the street. I was wondering if you wanted a tour of the whole town or anything since your new, it really is a pretty town though you'll love it!"

Suddenly her back was against the ground.

He pushed her.

The son of a-

"I. Don't. Want. Anything .To. Do. With. This. Dirty. Town." He pronounced each word slowly and carefully to (Y/N), as if she was stupid. Everyone seemed to pause what they were doing to watch. "Do you know where I came from? I CAME FROM THE KINGS CASTLE. Every night I ate beef and pork, and now I'll have to eat rubbish vegetables like the rest of you peasants!. If my FATHER didn't have that affair with that 'WOMAN' I would've still been high and mighty! So don't introduce me to this dirty, ugly, town. It reeks of poop and poorness," His cold eyes locked into (Y/N), "And you. I don't want to see you anymore you little bit-"

His mother came up from behind him and covered his mouth, struggling to pull him back into the house as he fussed about. She was a round and plump woman, but stunningly beautiful with long fawn brown hair. She shoved her son into the house and slammed the door. "Are you okay darling?" Her voice was soft and kind, unlike her son's rough and tough words.

(Y/N) nodded slightly, eyes stuck on the spot where she had last seen the boy disappear into the house. The kind woman helped her up, "I'm so sorry about Ryan, he's just upset about his father-" her voice chocked up, "but that's in the past, we're here to start new!"

A loud smash was heard from inside the house and the mother rushed back in. More arguing was heard from inside.

So much for falling in love.

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