Friday Night Funkin' || Scenarios, Headcanons, And Oneshots

By Your Side (Small! Witty X Child! Reader)

(A/n: requested by MiniW1ttySimp, thank you for being the first request! I honestly appreciate it, so I hope you enjoy this. The reader is a female <3)

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Elementary school is a strange road trip, one where certain memories feel like an odd fever dream.

It's the time where kids learn "grown-up" words and begin to experience the harsh realities of the world. Kids will learn about deforestation and the effects of pollution, putting those topics into posters with messy handwriting and big colorful letters. Elementary school also plays an important factor in how someone can behave in a classroom.

When a kid develops through school, they begin to pick certain friend groups that suit them the best and typically stay in those similar groups all through their life. Even if innocent kids were raised properly, they have the chance of being influenced by other social groups in the classroom.

One behavior consists of bullying.

Picking on someone merely because they are new, or they have a different style than those around is very common across school districts. Many times, the bully is envious or wishes to be in the victim's spot, so they take away their belongings or hurt them so the victim can live in the same pain as the bully.

Whatever the situation is, being bullied was never ideal in the mind of Witty. He never understood why kids thought it was funny to pick on someone who can be incredibly nice. Picking on someone and making their life more miserable is something he did not enjoy.

"Hello!" A new voice enters the colorful classroom and the majority of the kids turn their attention to the front of the room. Standing next to the whiteboard is a girl with h/c hair which shone softly in the morning sun that has peeked through the blinds. "My name is Y/n!" You exclaim happily.

Many of the blank stares didn't mind you much.

"Oh my gosh, a new girl! Sit by me!" A girl with golden pigtails bounces like a bouncy ball in her blue chair. Her hammy fists clench up excitedly as the bowties in her hair wave vigorously with her happy movement.

Of course, you were the new girl. Many people would try everything they could to get you to sit next to them, especially since so many kids just love to hang out with one another with no mind at all.

"Y/n is going to be sitting next to Witty, Sue." The plump teacher explains with a gentle smile. The girl frowns and crosses her arms, a growing pout writing on her expression. The teacher guides you across the rows of short desks until you sit down next to a boy wearing an average cyan hoodie.

"Y/n? Nice to meet you. Looks like you are going to be my new seat partner." The boy says and hands you a mechanical pencil. "My name is Witty, let's be friends! You need a pencil, don't you?"

A smile manages to spread across your plump cheeks. "I might have some in my bookbag but thank you." You swing your legs eagerly under the seat. You couldn't wait to go home and tell your parents how the first day of your brand new school followed through.

For the majority of the day, you and Witty kept poking each other and silently laughing. The teacher didn't bother with your distractions considering you are adjusting to a new school, and she didn't want to ruin that for you.

The day went by fairly fast and you were so eager to keep attending this school. You are so hopeful that everything will turn out alright.

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"Woah! So, your step-sister is the pretty girl?" You ask, leaning forward in your seat. Your eyes sparkle with amazement as Witty makes a silly grin, which he believes is prideful.