''❞ striker x reader ━
your existence feels like an endless cycle of boredom, sadness, and a sense of being lost. but everything changes when you stumble upon the harvest moon festival, a rare glimmer of excitement in you...
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the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the festival grounds as you sat there, savoring the tranquility of the moment. striker had left you not too long ago, saying he had to 'go do something important'.
the gentle breeze rustled through the nearby trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers. it was a serene scene, a respite from the bustling energy of the event.
yet, the serenity was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. curiosity sparked within you as you turned your gaze to the left, finding that woman from before making her way towards you.
what was her name again? millie, right?
her disheveled appearance and the faint flush on her cheeks hinted at the urgency that propelled her steps.
millie plopped down beside you, her breaths coming in short gasps, the rise and fall of her chest matching the rhythm of her words. with an apologetic expression, she managed to catch her breath enough to speak.
"hey... sorry," she uttered between breaths, her voice carrying a delicate timbre laced with concern. "have you seen moxxie anywhere?"
you shook your head, a tinge of curiosity mingling with the detachment that had initially kept you at a distance. millie's face met her palm in a gesture of frustration, her eyes momentarily hidden from view.
"you don't look like you're doin' anythin'.."," she continued, her voice a mix of desperation and hope. "can you... help me look for him? i took him back to the house, but i don't know where he went after that..."
you sighed inwardly, the weight of indifference pressing upon you. why was that your problem? you didn't care, not at all. after all, you barely knew the two. but you really did have nothing to do.
a sigh escaped your lips as you cast your gaze upon her, the corners of your mouth quirking with a touch of empathy. you chose to set aside your apathy and embrace the chance to offer a helping hand.
"okay," you replied, your voice gentle.
millie's determination propelled both of you forward, her grip tight on your hand as she led you through the bustling festival grounds. the world around you seemed to blur as your eyes darted in every direction, scanning the multitude of faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of moxxie amidst the vibrant chaos.
as you raced along, a peculiar scene caught your attention. blitzø, lying on the ground, captivated by the magnificent creature before him. it was a horse, well, you think it was.
but millie's pace didn't allow for much time to linger. with a brief glance toward blitzø, you continued to follow her lead. soon, you found yourselves standing before a weathered farmhouse. a group of imps, their forms hunched under the weight of their tasks, bustled around the area, loading trucks with crates and supplies.
