The Bad Guys (reader insert)

The Good, the Bad, and the Guinnea Pig (part 2)

It felt like only hours ago since you had your first encounter with an anthropomorphic snake; a.k.a. the Mr. Snake!

You were in your bed, your fingers gripped the edge of the covers so tightly, they were starting to hurt. You wish you could just pull them back over your head and stay in bed. You sighed and flung the sheets off, knowing well that if you didn't make yourself get up, your parents would.

You stood up and went to your vanity/dresser to change out of your pajamas. You looked down at a large cage atop the dresser and smiled warmly.

"Hey, (g/p/n)! How are ya doing this morning?" You asked your little pet guinea pig. (G/p/n) was already up 'and 'at 'em, gallivanting on her wheel as if she were training to run a decathlon!

You chuckled as you watched (g/p/n) run on her wheel like it was a simple morning stroll. You knelt down and rested your arms on top of the vanity. You then crested your chin on your folded arms as you smiled at your pet.

"Great minds think alike, (g/p/n)! We can't wait for that snake to pop up again and try to snatch us!"

With that said, you stood back up and stuffed your hands into the drawers, pulling out a random pair of clothes, which happened to make up your favorite outfit.

"The next time we see that snake...we have to be ready for him! We have to be prepared! We must-"

"(Y/N)! Breakfast is ready!"

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"COMING!"

You squiggled and squirmed into your chosen attire as if you had just overslept and your family was about to drive off for a vacation, without you.

You forced your head through your shirt hole as you ran back to (g/p/n)'s cage.

"Sorry, (g/p/n)! We'll have to finish this conversation later!" You promised your pet as you hopped into your pants/shorts and quickly skipped clumsily down the hall. As you walked, your head felt a little bit funny, as if your brain was screaming how unfamiliar everything around you was. And you weren't surprised. You assumed that's what happens when you move homes.

You and your family had just moved into your new home outside of LA. Your parents had thought about moving directly into the city, but then, the gas went up, thugs started trashing the city, and crazy nutsies started thriving items from every store which way!

Which was why your parents chose to move to a lovely, safe home higher up in the mountains, cradled by the tall pines.

You shake it off and move into your new home's kitchen, you see your parents waiting for you at the table.

As soon as you sit down, you dig into your pancakes, wanting to get back to your guinea pig to talk about what you'd do about Mr. Snake. But your parents, as good intentionally as their attempt is, interrupt your plans as they try to talk to you.

"So, (y/n), are you ready to get back to school, in your new home?" Your mom asked with a warm smile.

You looked up at her with your mouth full of pancake.

You just stared for just a moment, then you nodded at her, returning to your breakfast.

You stabbed your fork back into the pancake and munched it down.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Your Dad said, raising his hand, "Slow down there, kido!"

But you did anything but slow down. In fact, your father's words only prompted you to chomp your breakfast down faster.