kid felt reader and the midnight crew

Make belief

you are (f/n ,l/n) otherwise known as Scribble by your fellow Felt, and demeaned as kitten by the Scoundrels' of the Midnight crew. You have been under the weather for quite some time, coming in and out of your state of consciousness only to eat, sleep, and nap. As of now your nearly fit as a fettle although you will admit your not in best mood, still being groggy and lethargic.

~your point of view and current point in time~

you shift around on a lumpy cot of some sort, none pleased will the unbearable chill that fills your very soul. Your over exaggerating but its just too cold to fathom. You crack open one eye, yawning loudly as you streach out like a cat. You contemplate rolling over and trying again some other time but this is already your fourth attempt to get up , it now or never you think to yourself. Finally pushing yourself to a sitting position you feel off, dazing around the room you realize you not in the living room...your to to sure where you are at the moment. you rub your (e/c) eyes trying to focus. looking at you hands you notice you (skin color) complexion....you tense at the sight of it. when did the paint come off? Fear fills your belly making you sick again. Stitches is always reminding you to keep the paint on, your not intearly sure why but it unearving to see it for gog knows how many sweeps. you jump as the door nob begins to shuffle, the door squecks open leaving you to prattle with lost time to hide . You end up sitting there like a deer in the headlight as Boxcars walks with his back towards you. He turns to offer you his toothy grin, which normally you'd fine comforting but right now you feel yourself cowarer at the sight.He shifts awkwardly foot to foot while his face scrunches onto what you think the sincerest form of concern when you don't respond the way you usually do. "Kid,?" He says plopping down next to you. You don't look up, you feel as though you failed Stitches big time...it hurts more than anything at this point. He wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you in close for a hug. Tears prickle your eye's, you not sad..your not hurt physically just ...you just want to break something. Is this what rage feels like. Was is Boxcars that did this to you..or was it one of the others, you were wrong to trust them. You grit your teeth together. "I was promised a phone call" you say politely as you can. "Kid hear me out" he says puting his face in your hair. "No" your reply bolder then you been all week. Your shaking in anger not fear you will be taken seriously this time no one is going to push you around. You scan the room for anything that can take your mind off of your current situation. You stop at the sight of a pen on the night stand. This is it, this is your time to shine to show the others why your a menacing member of The Felt. Your vagly aware of Boxcars going on about something, he's having trouble finding words by the sounds of it. You push him aside lifing the pen of the nightstand as you jump out of arm reach of him. Your a firm believer the pen is superior to the sword uncaping it your feel empowered. He jumps in surprise and confusion at your unrully respons but at the sight of the pen he huffs and drops his guard. You feel a menising smile grow on your face as you conjure a wall over the door. You can hear the other pounding on the door. "Gog damnit, I told you we should have dumped the kid back at the Felt mannor" Slicks curses kicking the door. Boxcars has his hand out in fount of him unsure of what to do " I know its a lot to take in but kid your better off with us" your confused by his response. What is he taking about. "You don't wanna do dis kitten" your hear Deuce plead though the door as you conjure up a Scribble hound. You grit you teeth you like Boxcars but he did the unforgivable. "(F/n)....that's enough" Droog rolls disconcertingly. You stop to agure back but your interrupted again "Stitches would be upset to see you acting out of rage" Droog continues. He right stitch is always telling you to think before you act unlike the others how go straight the violence for results. You yeld your hound back into you wall Scribble as the drawing wall covering the door dissipates. Boxcars takes the opportunity to kneel down eye level to you "kid there're using you" he pleads to you. You grit your teeth and feel yourself un-clench your fist, he's lying...." Okay.." You mumble uncertainly...you'll accommodate for now, but Stitches and the others are coming to rescue you.. There just waiting for the right moment. You feel Boxcars meaty paws on your shoulders urging you to meet his eyes as the others come in. You begin to doubt The Felt coming for you its unsettling. "

And that's a rap sorry for not updating in awhile writers block had me in a choke hold I will try to update when ever possible every 2 weeks or so it hard managing AP course and family