𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙷. | griefer ♡ f!reader

➜ 001 ; the mayor's son

[20XX]

Lush green plantations, tropical environments, bunch of wild animals, syrupy fruits, the scent of teas wafting in the air and the unforgettable (and unforgivable) scorch of the blazing sun in the sky.

Turitopulis is a place you've gotten accustomed to ever since you were a kid, many years ago in the past. After your mother became a widow, she moved from Bizville to here, her good ol' hometown, and brought you and your younger brother, Reuben along with her. Now, you're a fully-fledged 12-year-old girl.

At first, the sun was truly capable of being a lethal weapon capable of absolute destruction, but after many years of getting tanned under the sun, you've grown used to it, so much so to the point a drought might not even be too surprising to you or any of the villagers.

Going to the village school everyday and harvesting a variety of crisp fruits under the sun isn't anything new. At least, not to you or anyone else in Turitopulis. If there's anything out of the ordinary, it'd be the fact that your mother just so happens to be best friends with the mayor.

This also means that you're sort of acquainted with the mayor's son, Brad.

Brad is unsurprisingly a bit of a sloth, but at the same time he's a bit of a rash kid as well. Sometimes, he picks on the other fellows if he doesn't like them. He usually never gets into trouble for it because he's the son of the mayor and nobody else can rival the likes of that, except for you as his friend, yet even then you put up with his attitude and don't complain much.

You find yourself in the middle of buying fruits and tea for your mother when hefty and rapid footsteps shuffle up to you.

Before you can react, an elbow nudges you in the back, causing you to yelp and stumble forward in surprise upon impact. Sighing and glaring, you turn around to see your white-haired nuisance and friend snickering in amusement.

"Got you!" Griefer exclaims playfully as he grins widely and shoves his hands into his pockets. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Y/N."

"Yes, obviously!" You sigh and roll your eyes at him, paying for your groceries. Afterwards you turn around and cross your arms at him, your basket dangling over your arm.

"Come on now, it's only fair that I find new ways to greet ya," he fans up an excuse under his nose, his grin widening slightly as he observes your pissed-off expression. "Don't you suppose I could've done worse?"

You try to keep up your angry demeanor, but eventually falter and chuckle softly at his words. Both of you know that it's just not an effective option to stay mad for long when it comes to someone like this thickhead.

"Yeah yeah very plausible, I'm going home. You?" You ask, smiling as you raise the woven basket in your arms to show your purpose for being outdoors.

Griefer pauses for a moment and shrugs before asking, "Can't we hang out? Just ask your ma."

You nod in response to his suggestion, showing agreement. "Sure," you reply, "She'll probably say yes so don't stress it. I have nothing else to do anyway."

He grins again and gives a thumbs up, "Sweet! Meet me outside the inn and we can do some hide and seek, deal?"

You grin in return but can't help but comment, "Seriously, what are we; 7 year olds? Hide and seek sounds so lame. Come on now, we're literal teens."

He sighs and then replies, "Fine... You pick."

"Uh, I don't have anything good."
"Then stop whining and return your dang groceries!"

You smile and chuckle, waving your hands before adding, "Deal."

Griefer gives you the OK sign and you begin trudging back home, walking past tourists and the chickens and turtles that wander about without a care in the world. Eventually, you stop in front of one of the houses.