kid felt reader and the midnight crew

Feeling Sickly

You are (f/n) ,(l/n) otherwise known as Scribble a Menacing member of The Felt who has been declared under the weather as of recently. I;m going to try something new bare with me.

~Boxcars Point of view~

Your Heart Boxcars a true ladies man, if you do say so yourself. Your the muscle that keeps midnight crew on top but as of now you feel like crap. The Felt thought they'd be clever by trying to get the drop on yah, again key word trying. you smirk to yourself as you trudge into the hideout dragging deuce behind with yah. "for fucks sake that women will be the death of me, all I said is she got nice tits" Spades still going off about Snowman giving him a black eye and a bloody nose. "honestly if you looking to get rid of the other eye id gladly help you with that" Droog Snarks cleaning blood off his suit. "ah shut up, you love me fucker! besides it was a complement she act like i called her an ugly bitch" Spades Retorts. You Stumble in with the idea of making a nice ice cold one to nurse your acing body. Its almost morning and your exhausted you fumble with the lock on the fridge frowning when you realize it open. Slicks scrunches his brows bending down picking something off the floor Hollering something about Droog checking out his ass. Looking at the fridge you notice its half full you hum in disbelief you personally filled this thing earlier and now its practically empty. you turn to bitch Deuce out about his damned sweet tooth when you realize he didn't even know you refilled it. Droog wouldn't touch anything besides his Swedish fish and Slicks prefers his boozes. your udderly confused when Slicks burst out laughing holding up the key to the fridge takes you a few seconds to put the pieces together. you look over your shoulder you notice the kid snoozing with a (your favorite candy) wrapper stuck to (his/her) back. you grit your teeth "KITTEN" you thundered, turning to face the kid with your hands shifting to your hips disapprovingly. the scruffy kid doesn't even hear you, just lays looking innocent cuddled up with an old blanket. if you weren't so worked up you probably woulda consider it the cutest thing the kids done yet but that's not the case at the moment. "we're going to half ta bolt that damned chair to the floor" you fume. Slicks nearly pisses himself in laugher, the fucker isn't even making noise anymore, just clapping his hands like a retard seal. Droog hums impressed by the kids organization work even going as far to note kid made it look like nothing happened. Guess that's why the (lass/lad) is a member of the Felt no one suspect a kid. You can see the wheels in Droog head working behind steel eye's wahts he putting together. "What does the kid do for The Felt" Deuce questions. That getts you thinking, you don't recall seeing the kid in the field before...."Scribble works closely with Stitches" Droog clicks his toung interrupting your thoughts. You and the crew have started up getting loud again but the kid hasn't so much as stired. Normally by now the kid start fussing about getting out of the chair but not so much as a peep came out. It's not that early either (he's/she's) usually still up around this time. A pinch of fear fires up in your belly, Droog moves to lean over the side of the arm rest, seemly coming to the same conclusion. "Fever" he huffs slicking his hair back with on hand. Again? You rush over to take a look for yourself. Kids small face is flushed and pale breathing unevenly. You brush stay hairs out of your Kittens eyes. Your anger fades to nothing as you pull off the sticky candy wrapper. "What gives this is the second time the kid goes under this week" Slick barks rummaging through the mini fridge. He stills for a moment, "the fucks this doing in here" Slick pulls out a butleg (fav candy) wrappers. "Hnnn, that's new opium.... Dealers have been passing them off as candy to boost sells but they backfired" Droog explains. "I'm not stupid the fucks it doing here " Slick hisses. " it's not lethal right" Deuce jumps looking at Droog with pleading eyes your fear booms in your chest as you rush kitten up in your arms. (She/he) finally stires rubbing (his/ her) face and mumbling something into your chest. "Shat up ya glaps" you hiss trying to make out what the kid was saying. "Stitches .....Stitches..." The kid whines bearly above a breath clutching at your chest it brakes your heart. You forgot the kids not apart of the group you got so use to the kid following you around it felt unnatural to assume your kitten had another home. It's only natural the kid would grow homesick, after keeping a tuff front for so long. "I owe the kid a phone call" Slicks says not looking at anyone, phone call? Oh...you forgot about that .Stitches... that's right the kid already has a number one. Droog looks at you apologizicly "its not lethal... But don't get to attached either, Hearts you can't keep (him/her)" he says looking you in the eyes. "I forgot Scribbles not apart of the crew" Deuce says covering his eyes with his bowl hat. Droog sighs "the drug with flush (his/her) system in about 24 hours give or take considering age". "Boxcars?...." The kid drags (his/hers) chin looking up with puffy eyes. The light are on but no ones home from the looks of it. "Wanna go home with Stitches" the kid fumbles with words. You grit your teeth it hurts.."No, you can't.... I'm sorry" you mutter apologizticly in the kids messed up bed head. "Neeeh, mkay...." The kid mumbles back confused from rejection of the request.
~later~
It's a little past noon and you've been staying up in shifts to care for the kid. You try not to think about the future hoping you can convince the kid to stay. (He/she's) better off in your care anyway besides this resent incident the kids been looking much Healthier. You rub the kids cheek looking back down at your hands you notice green smudges. You frown abit rubbing your thumb in little circles over the same spot revealing lush (skin/color)[this is your chance to further indulge in character customization note your not a leprechaun PLOT TWIST]. You stand up in surprise... Kids not one of them your not sure if you should be happy or upset about your discovery but you haller over the crew to come see. They all gather around looking shit faced tired. "So this is Stitch dirty little secret" Droog says smugly "how interesting" he says lighting up a cigarette. " I'll be damned, soo what the fuck is the kid" Slicks barks dumbfounded. Deuce runs in with a warm wash cloth rubbing the rest of paint off. "Human" Droog rolls smoothly with a long puff of smoke. "Guess that why Snowman is so eager to get the kid back" Droog says looking at Slicks. " and here I was thinking she liked to get her hands dirty cause she can't get enough of me" Slick rolls sarcastically. You look down at the kid again there just using em, kid looks up to them but they just experimenting. Maybe there is a chance of gaining a new member you just got to tell em the cold truth. You smile, but it fades just as fast as if comes how are you suppose to break it to the kid to begin with.

BAM Plot twist!!! Is Stitches really all that he seems is there more to the Felt that meets the eye!!!find out next time hope u guys like!!