Pulling Ourselves Together (Buggy the Clown x Reader)

🎪𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮🎪

You felt the breeze from the sea wrap around you like a blanket. It drew you in, like an inviting embrace, beckoning you to explore it's source. You've gone far too long being preyed on by pirates, so now you plan to join their ranks. To become the hunter. You weren't a scared little girl anymore. You were fully grown, 35 years old in fact.

You sit on the overhang in front of the open window in your little bamboo shack. You live with your parents and grandparents. The house is literally bursting at the seams. 

You felt your stomach complain and eat away at your fat reserves every day, including now. You faintly remember days when pirates left you alone. You were only about 12 when something called the One Piece was announced. 17 when life became worse. The economy of your town plummeted since then. You and almost everyone living there knew it was a lost cause. You were all on a sinking ship.

You keep some essential things packed and shoved into one singular bag under your bed. They may be taken when the next attack occurs, but you're confident that you can perhaps slip away and smuggle them aboard. It's nothing special actually. Just a few manuals on ships, clothes, and a knife.

You aimlessly stare at the sea until your parents call you down, notifying you to come help with dinner. You sigh. Despite being 35, they treated you like you were 5. All the more reason to leave.

You sigh and slide down the ladder. You head outside to see your parents grilling fish over a fire. A common meal that's gotten pretty tiring at this point. Everything is tiring, actually. You're so mentally exhausted

Your grandparents sit there, cross-legged by the house, stubbornly refusing to die. They squabble with each other while seated on the nice straw mats you remember having your hands bleed over as you painstakingly wove them. The dialogue goes by in a blur, just like the rest of the night. You help with the food, feed your toothless grandfather, clean up afterwards, brush the grandparent's teeth, brush your own teeth, and finally, FINALLY, you get to flop down on your bed.

As you feel your eyes close, you pray that tomorrow will be different. No more looking after stubbornly immortal old people or dealing with parents who treat you worse than a captain treats their pirates. And, most importantly, no more unseasoned fire-roasted tuna.

You sleep relatively easy, dreaming of adventure and the sea. But as soon as dawn breaks, you find your sleep interrupted by sirens sounding. You slowly open your eyes as you process everything. Empty house, screaming and shouting, and smoke. One word catches your attention, being repeated over and over in the chaos, being mushed together over and over until it's almost unrecognizable. But you can hear it.

"Pirates."

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