Our Spooky Month (?)

(Simple) Teen! Skid + Pump x Petite! Reader: Revenge.

(You're female because yes. This takes place in Skid's home then week 2.)

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(Note: So this is a joke I've been making with a friend of mine, and here it is-)

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(Another Note: Whitty has a special guest appearance as part of the joke because yes-)

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(Requested by Polancosolis)

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(Warning: Some swearing and an angry bomb man making people's ears bleed.)

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Y/N's POV:

Skid looks down at me, chuckling as he pokes my cheek. "Skid, for the last time, please stop." I attempt to push his hand away, only to be picked up by Pump. "Aw come on, Y/N. Where's your sense of humour?" He smiles at me, smirking a bit. "I take offense to that, dear..." I glare at Pump before trying to slap him.

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"Aww..." Pump pokes my cheek a couple of times, causing me to bite his finger. He screams in pain and drops me onto the ground. "Ha." I stick my tongue out at him. "T-Take a joke, Y/N..." Pump looks at me, smiling nervously. "We deal with this every day." I shoot a glare at him. "Just because of my short figure, you decide you can pick me up and treat me like a child."

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The boys stare down at me, Pump holding his now-bleeding finger. "I'll get you back for this." I point at both of them. "Not before I do, Y/N." Pump pokes my forehead with his other hand. "Ok, ok, let's take it down a notch, guys..." Skid pulls me away from Pump. "Skid, please let go." He looks at me before nodding, possibly scared I'll bite his finger too.

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"Anyways..." I grab my F/C backpack from Skid's chair. "I'll see you guys later." I wave at them. They both wave back slowly as I walk out of his room. "Bye, Lila!" I wave as I pass by the couch. She smiles and waves. As I shut the door behind me, I sigh and slide my back down the door. 'I'm a woman of my words, but what should I do to get them back...?'

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I look at the moon for a second before an idea pops into my head. 'Wait, Whitty!' I open my backpack and pull out my phone. I go over to my contacts and find Whitty's name. I tap on his name and put my phone at my ear, listening to the ringing. After a small while, the phone picks up. "...Who's this?" My eyebrows furrow a bit. "Y/N. Listen, I need your help with a thing I'm doing."

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"Well, what is it?" Whitty's voice sounds irritated as he asks. "...A prank." He scoffs into the phone. "A fucking prank?" His voice fills with venom. "Yes, a prank. Besides, it's revenge." I shut my backpack and put it on my back. "Well, I don't really have any shit to do..." I smile a bit, waiting for him to respond. "Why the hell not?"

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'Yes!' I cheer a bit, nearly dropping my phone. "So, remember the place Skid showed you a couple of years ago?" He hums in confusion. "That house he usually hangs out in." I continue and begin walking. "Oh, uh, yeah?" Some footsteps are heard from the phone. "Meet me there. I'll explain my plan when I arrive."