kid felt reader and the midnight crew

Liberties Taken

You are (f/n), (l/n) otherwise known as Scribble a menacing member of The Felt mannor who was just recently demoted to the midnight crews crew toy. It's really not as bad as you thought it be but the struggle is real. You've taken to not abusing your most recent liberties such as roaming access to the kitchen and bathroom. as you've grown bolder you explore the many wonders of the world that is the crews hideout by padding behind Boxcars which has been the safes route. he doesn't seem to mind as much as Slick. You taken the opportunity to spy on the midnight crews activities so when you return to the mannor you'll have vital intell. So far it's comprised of how much Slick can drink before he starts drunk dialing Snowman ( I couldn't help it I saw a comic online of it its was stupendous look up drunk midnight crew if your looking for a good time) and how much self restraint Droog has for Slicks antics. You roll up your sleeves for the thousandth time scrunching you nose in distain, you've been wearing Deuce's spare button up shirt that fits you extremely long from the sleeves, you don't bother with pants the shirt reaches bellow your knees anyway. Boxcars chuckles holding his sides as you fiddle with your appearance, too hell with him you mutter to yourself. Droog has been interrogating you which ends with a spanking when you don't comply or when your details don't match your original story. By the time it's over, it hurts to sit but its worth protecting what little information Stitch's entrusts you with. You become a little hurt, you haven't been rescued yet but its only been two days since the incident. It's not a total loss, Deuce has been letting you use the TV when its his turn to have control over the remote you've never had that privileg before at the Felt mannor. The rules were the older members had full control of the remote if you wanted to watch it cost you clean up duty they didn't want to do. As for bathroom access you can't go without one of the crew out side the door so you can't escape. They leave the hideout from time to time but have the courtesy to leave the tv on when they hand cuff you to the chair again. As of the moment your sitting sandwiched between Boxcars and Deuce on the couch watching a game show. "Come ooon fifty gran!" Boxcar exclaims on the edge of his seat. Deuce is shoveling down popcorn in his pie whole completely entrance by the TV. "Bet 30 fucker makes it the next round" Slick mutteres thrown across the arm chair like a blanket. Droog not there, he's taking care of "business"as Slicks puts it with a smug grin, what you'd do to get the upper hand with that guy is unhealthy. "I bet my bathroom privileges he loses it, if I'm right I want a telephone call" you cat call. "Aright brat, but prepared to piss your pants soon" Slicks snares not looking at you. You grin devilishly, this episode is a rerun from this morning you have full extension to screw Slick over. Sure enough by the time the rounds up the guy loses everything, Slicks growls at you "You cheat! You fucken knew!!" He hisses standing up grabbing the front of your collar nearly hauling you up, its at that moment you regret starting something with the guy. You shield your face with your sleeved hands tightening your eyes up for the impact of Slicks fist. Boxcars jumps up pulling you up higher by the scruff of you collar in an instant your hello kitty undies are visable causing your face to go nearly ten shades of red. You grit your teeth as Slicks bursts out laughing too your further humiliation Droog stolls in and gets a good view too. Boxcars scrunch his face in confusion of Slicks behavior before looking up and getting the picture printed. Deuce covers his eyes looking away smiling abit, that Prick, your trusted him. Tears prickles your eyes as embarrassment fills your core. You bit your lip holding what little dignity you have left. "Ganna cry brat, not so cocky now are we" Slick gloats. "Had enough of the peep show, Droog" you hiss through your teeth kicking your feet in rage. Droog finally looks away, " Boxcars, put the kid down its not food" he mutters lighting a cigarette. "What are you saying" Boxcars barks dropping you back on the couch. "He's saying your a fat lard" Slicks boasts walking to the mini fridge looking for a beer most likely. "Oh, not again" Deuce mumbles holding his temples. You pull your shirt over you knees folding your legs to your chest puffing your cheeks out. A scrabble breaks out among the men, the valgority increases ten fold, Boxcars got his fists up and Slicks spiting insults at everyone. Deuce frowns at Droog for starting the crossfire and a hidden argument between eyes lights up. You shrink in your seat, its your fault they're fighting. "Im sorry" you mumble under your breath. The yelling get louder its times like these Stitches would tell you to go to his room and lock the door. Your not at the Felt mannor, there's no where to run you begin to shake. A vase crashes to the floor shattering into a million pieces your nerve finally snaps "imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorrysoimsooorrry" you wail out hiding your face in your knee's. Slicks stops shouting turn in unison with the rest of the crew to look at you. You can honestly say you look pretty pathetic right now. Slicks sighs audibly "for fucks sake kid what the hells amatter with yah" he huffs roughly ruffles your hair. It was ment to be comforting but at the moment you couldn't bring yourself to stop blubbering. "I'm sorry, kitten" Boxcars mutters sitting down wrapping his arms around your small frame. Droogs taken back at your display of emotion muttering a small sorry under his breath putting out his cigarette in the ashtray over the TV. Deuce offers you a blanket apologizticly. They eventually when you calm down and huddle around the TV again. Your sitting nestled up to Slick ,surprisingly he hasnt shoved you away yet. Deuce is sitting on the other side of Boxcars and Droogs has taken over the armchair with another cigarette planted in between his lips. It's almost evening now the crew ganna take off again they're practically night owls the same goes for you. "Get up, we got shit to do" Slicks calls after the crew. "Gah" Boxcars groans stretching. Deuce jumps up and pad around the coach stretching his legs. You moan getting ready to be chain to the chair again. Droog get up looking at you apologizicly "precautions" he says pulling out the cuffs from the side table. Your look down at your feet and huff. You crawle up on top of the chair Droog cuffing you with a click. Slick eyes you moving to stare at the fridge and drops something shiny just out of chains length. You scrunch you brows together what was he up to. The crew gathers their things heading out. When the door clicks shut and the foot steps fade you begin to investigate. You can't reach the mysterious object but after a few tries you manage to push the armchair a tad that damed thing was heavy. Your attention turns back to the object only to be further classified as a key. You get excited its your ticket out you shove it in the cuffs key hole only to find its not the correct key. Figures the bastered was only yanking your chain you huff in frustration. You look back at the key, what's it for then. You wonder if it has an actual purpose, thinking back you notice the lock on the mini frige on the side table next the couch. It's farther away. That sly fuck, really ganna make you work for it. You push that Bitch armchair as far as you can before you Tucker out. You manage to get close enough to reach the fridge unlocking its contents. It's a matter of seconds before your realize you hit the gold mine its filled to the brim with sweets of all sorts. Your mouth waters at the sight helping your self to to a good helping of (fav candy). Maybe Slicks is not all that bad. It's almost morning and you've had your fill of snacks beginning to feel sick. You push the arm chair back to its original position on the way placing the key where you found it. You yawn feeling small tears prickles the edges slightly. Curling up in yourself you await the arival of the crew. It wasn't long before you felt yourself drifting, you catch a glimpse of them returning bloody and bruised. Slicks looks at you direction with and odd look on his face finding the key right when he left it but practically breaks himself laughing when the rest of the crew realizes their shortage of sweets."KITTEN" Boxcars calls over his shoulder.

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Yay another one down!!! Next one will be a sickfic if anyone wants to pick a scenario don't hesitate to ask thx for reading plz read and review