Hey y'all!
I'm finally writing something again, god damn.
Starting a new harem story, this time an X reader.
Let's see how quick I can fuck this one up.
Anyways, back at it again at Krispy Kreme, here we go baby.
PLEASE READ REAL QUICK
Y/N stands for Your Name (since this is an x reader)
Dialogue in parentheses represents a character's thoughts.
Any text with bold and underline,
Like this,
Are little fourth wall break notes from me and aren't in the actual story dialogue or narration.
Every now and then, if we get to a very heavt moment or a very important moment, I might switch dialogue styles to be more descriptive, which I'll mark when it happens.
That should be it, I know to some that seems pretty elementary, but I just wanted to make sure everyone knew how to read my terrible writing.
Thanks!!
(Y/N) POV
(Y/N): *Sigh*....I don't like sand.
It's coarse, and rough and irritating...
And it gets everywhere.
He slowly trudged along, his shirt partly shredded, his feet sore.
His ears hurt from his earbuds being in so long, but at this point he didn't even feel it.
He wasn't exactly too fond of the desert heat, which made hiking through it quite annoying.
He leaned forward, then leaned back and threw his hands up.
(Y/N) (in a King Julian voice): "How long is this GOING TO TAKE?!!
He looked behind him, to a Smallfry looking up at him intently.
(Y/N) (still in a King Julian voice): Mort, I'm about to lose my mind.
Said salmonid intensely started sniffing, then the feisty little thing took off in front of him, hopping down over a ledge and running circles around a metal box.
(Y/N) chuckled, and walked towards the small creature.
(Y/N): Alright, alright, I see you. I'll open it.
This little salmonid has a knack for finding hidden things.
(Y/N) popped open the locks on the box, and then lifted the lid to see a bulky, see-through gun
(Y/N): Wow, this thing looks old. It's definitely a Splattershot Jr., but it seems to be from a long time ago.
He inspected it for a few minutes. This would definitely fetch a high price if shown to the right people, but for some reason he felt like that would be a waste, having it boxed up and on display for the rest of it's days, untouched.
(Y/N): Oh! I should check for a date. Why didn't I think of that earlier?
He checked the bottom on the gun, and the bottom of the handle, looking for a serial number or a printing date, only to find nothing.
(Y/N): That's odd... I'll show it to Sheldon and he can help me identify it.
He stocked the gun onto his hip, hanging off of a clip on his belt, and continued forward, his little buddy following suit.
The rest of the walk was just as hot and annoying, about a half hour later he saw his destination.
A little empty pavilion, next to train tracks.
A little train station.
He jogged up to them and up the steps, pulling out his phone (which he was surprised hadn't overheated yet,) to check the time.
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