(A/N: It's platonic. Please don't cancel me. Also, some of this won't make sense if you haven't seen Narrator's solo play through back in 2019, so..)
(Narrator's P.O.V)
"What a beautiful day.. all kinds of rock formations.. oh, hi Reekid!"
I wave at Reekid and watch him slowly put down a rock he was about to put in his mouth. I laugh it off and take his avatar by the hand. I look down, and with a big goofy smile, speaking again.
"You ready to beat some zombie ass?!"
He nods excitedly, pulling a pistol out from his belt, shooting up at the sky. The stars shine in the darkness that blanketed the whole map, and the bullets shone a bright yellow as they flew up and landed in the gravel path below us.
"More than ready! Teach me everything you know, Narrator!"
"We'll start with that shack over there, there's usually ammo there."
To the left of us was a dusty old shack, pieces of the wall rotting away and falling onto the ground after a few minutes of nothing. It looked shockingly familiar, like I had been here before. Had I? If so, why? And most importantly, why can't I remember anything from it?
"Narrator?"
I shake my head quickly and look at Reekid, who had been staring at me, confused.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah.. I just had a moment of déjà vu, sorry.."
I laugh awkwardly and then feel my feet carrying me closer to the door. At this point, my hand had slipped from Reekid's, and he had stopped following me. It's clear he didn't feel like going in there anymore.
"I'll.. wait out here. I've got enough ammo to defend myself while you explore. Please, just don't be long.."
I nod slowly as I swing the door open.
Inside the shack, there were rows upon rows of shelves, some empty, some quite full. The carpeting was ripped and bobbled. And the biggest thing of them all, a desk. It had nothing special about it, other than a single rubber duck sat at the bottom left corner.
My feet keep going, and soon enough, I'm at the desk, and my hand reaches for it. The rubber duck squeaks, and then it all makes sense. I had been here.
"You.. you..! Do you know how much pain you've caused me over the years?"
It squeaks again.
"Shut up! You're not my problem anymore! You're not my fucking problem.."
But then, the door swings open, and it snaps me back to reality, causing me to drop everything in my hands.
"Hey, Narrator.. I heard shouting. Is everything okay in here?"
"Huh? Me? Yeah, I'm fine.."
"Let's get outta here. I saw a bridge around here when I was looking around."
He comes over and I put an arm around him.
"Alright kid, you're doing me a great job, I'm proud of you!"
"Heh, I'm just happy you let me do this, Narr-dad."
"Narr-dad?! Haha, alright, alright!"
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FanficI wrote all these stories a good 3 years ago. They aren't the best, and are cringe. I'm keeping them up though because they seem to still get interaction. Was a pleasure writing though.
