𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙷. | griefer ♡ f!reader

➜ 003 ; mango hunt

"So, yeah. In the end my dad hardly said anything about it," Griefer concludes.

You embark on your walk into the woods and talk about miscellaneous stuff to pass the time. Your conversation topics also seem to get increasingly more and more ridiculous as you go. Your conversation went from how he pelted a kid with rocks (for no apparent reason in sight) at some point, to how he actually accidentally set his house on fire when he tried to operate an oven once.

"No... No way. If I did that my mom would've beat my ass so hard I wouldn't see the light of day ever again."

Griefer chuckles and snickers at your statement, and you can't help but feel jealous of him. You get practically whooped with questions if you come home late, and this guy can set his house on fire and still somehow get away without even receiving a slap on the wrist!

The bar is way too low nowadays for someone like the mayor's son.

As you think of what to say next now that the current conversation topic is over, he suddenly gets an idea. He nudges your arm with his elbow with a wide grin.

"Okay, okay... What is it now?" You huff out in a rather exasperated manner and stare at him with an unamused expression, your frown a harsh contrast to his shit-eating grin.

He grins wider, revealing rows of his honed teeth. It's a bit unsettling to look at sometimes, but hey, it's just Griefer doing his usual Griefer stuff.

"Hear me out..." He trails off and chuckles in a rather excited tone. "Let's go get some mangoes."

No.

Not with your DAMN bare hands. NO.

It seems as if Griefer knows exactly what you're thinking, gives that his smile has faded just a slight bit. However, he doesn't seem to care either as he drags you along deeper into the forest.

"Griefer, I'm not in the mood to climb trees!" You yell in protest as you stumble along the muddy path behind him. "I don't even know how to climb one!"

He snickers at your words and then gives you a big, hearty slap on the back that does little to soothe your nerves and the anxiety boiling in your chest.

"Relax! You'll live," he grins and insistently responds, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket, as if preparing to punch something. "The forest's mango tree's pretty weak anyway, a few punches and it'll drop a fair amount."

Seeing that you're not responding, he switches up and opts for a tone that sounds like he's somewhat disappointed that you won't join (he's not). He adds, "Unless you're a scaredy cat, then stand aside and watch and learn."

He bares his fists, bringing them in front of his face before immediately throwing it at the tree's log.

A loud crash echoes throughout the forest, making you flinch and jolt slightly as mangoes begin to collapse from the tree, landing on the floor with soft thumps. He grins proudly, patting his chest in a flaunting manner as he looks at your wide-eyed stare.

"See? Told you it wasn't that hard, ya wimp," he chuckles heartily and picks up several of the mangoes, taking off his jacket and placing the mangoes into them as if it was a sack. "All you gotta do is give it a good kickin' and bashing."

You sigh and grumble, shaking your head with your arms folded across your chest. "Well, I'm not going to do it with my knuckles. It might hurt."

"Right, right, can't have you hurtin' your little girl fists huh?" Griefer teases, giving you a challenging look. "That's too bad, now I'll have to go through the hassle of going back to the village to fetch you a crowbar."