Awesamedude x Reader {Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇｓ}

13

A/N: e/c= your eye color, h/c = your hair color. And the rest is self-explanatory

Your eyes traveled to the box placed next to the plate of breakfast. "What's that?" Your mom turned around. She had the same white freckles Ranboo had, her eyes could switch through a mixture of emerald and e/c, her skin was a smooth cocoa brown, and she wore her hair in a messy pull-backed bun.

"Gift from dad" Ranboo chimed. "He couldn't give it to me himself?" "Your father is too stubborn, you know that..." Your mother turned around, huffing while putting a hand on her forehead.

You tugged on the delicate blue ribbon bow. The curiosity and anticipation were choking Ranboo as you purposely moved slow. In the process, he decided to snag a piece of bacon on your plate.

"Hurry up then" He muffled once you glared at him. You slid the top off the square box. You were now equally staring into the box. It held a silver chain necklace with a colorless crystal attached to the middle.

Delicately floating was a tiny picture inside the crystal. You tried your best to squint your eyes at it. The blur was like a broken camera trying to maintain focus. Your mom saw you struggling and bent down over your shoulder.

She clicked her tongue before going into the hallway. When she came back she had a picture in hand. "Why didn't I get a sentimental gift" Ranboo tried to act nonchalant but whined at the same time.

The picture that was in the crystal was the same that your mother had brought out of the hallway. "I'm the favorite child obviously" You snickered, clipping the necklace around your neck.

Ranboo mumbled some words while shoving some eggs into his mouth. "An(uf)d wh(mmm)ere is f(ah)ther" "Chew your food" Your mom held a handkerchief over his mouth.

"He's in the cellar" She patted Ranboo on the head as praise. "Still doing that work?" Your mom pulled her hair tie out, letting her hair fall onto her shoulders, she gave a good scratch to her scalp and nodded. Your father had very big suspicions but never shared them. And the cellar was basically his workplace so no one exactly goes down there.

In the box, gleamed a passage of words, written in a glazy black ink. You pushed past the spread confetti and grabbed the note. Turns out behind the note was a book. Sprawled onto the brown cover was the word L/N. Your browser furrowed as curiosity was just turning into confusion.

"No reading at the table, you need to get some food in your system" Your mom placed the note back inside the box, and placed the box on a shelf. But when you looked down at your plate nothing was there except small grease marks from the bacon and 1/3 of an omelet.

A/N: HOW R WE FEELING ABT MCC?? (Who's POV did you watch?)