Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)

Cleaning Wounds

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I'm not actually sure if I have ever done the first person point of view from Admin but she is my favorite, so damn sarcastic about absolutely everything in life compared to my other characters.

Also I change my mind fuck it I will just keep this in one point of view to get this entire thing over with so you guys can breathe happily XDD

You guys are scary tbh.
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Admin's POV

Here I sat at my desk. Jesus Christ it seems like it's been months but it's only been days. Hours, if you really count it.

Kane didn't work today. I found that out when he dropped me off and left. I felt kind of bad for making him take me on his day off. Well, then again he did offer.

I looked around. As soon as I stepped through the doors I was greeted with "GOD BL E SS YOU'RE ALRIGHT.", and variations of that sort.

I hardly cared to talk to anyone I worked with. Their interests didn't seem to peak my own. So I don't know why so many people flipped their internal tables of sanity when I walked in. I guess it's nice they can care for other beings in humanity. It almost makes me feel bad for not giving a damn.

I looked straight down, and instantly remembered those reports I was supposed to finish were due yesterday. It's fine though, my manager explained I could turn it in a little late.
I should probably finish it though. 

I sighed and rested my head on my palm, which my arm rested on the desk. My fingertips slid over the stitched wound on my forehead and I instantly pulled my hand away.

God damn it, that Dirk.

It was actually nice to find that I had finished this one folder of reports, prior to ending up in the hospital. I just had to sign it. I happily did and stood up, going to the CM room to drop this bitch of paper off.

Making the trek there felt weird. Maybe it was my head acting upon sudden movements with dizziness.
Or maybe it was the fact I promised that damn Strider I would talk to him today, and I'm awful in these situations.

Wouldn't it be easier to just let this go on and .. Move on?
I should probably take my own advice.

Maybe I wouldn't see him today. Everything will be okay. I'm just glad I can roam freely among this office again. I hope that man in the parking garage becomes someone's bitch in jail.

Luckily I made it to the CM room without having to talk to anyone. A wave of relief washed over me as I found no one else was in there. A small smile appeared on my face as I walked toward the 'Out-Box' post and dropped the file. I stared down at it for a moment.

I still feel bad for this being late.

"I guess I can't make some incredibly witty comment and win you over, again.. Can I?"
It was almost sickening how easily I can recognize that voice. I turned around to be met with a blonde man, leaning against the doorframe.

"Fool me once, shame on you.." I said as my smile faded a bit.

The fuck with him and his timing?

He did that God damn smirk. Does he even know he does it? Does he know of the power he can hold within one facial expression? Is this just how Strider's work? Is there like a "Dealing with Strider's for dummies" book?

"How did you know I was in here..?" I blinked.

"I had a feeling." He smiled instead and stepped in further, stopping just a few feet in front of me. His smile faded and he crossed his arms. "How do you feel...?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Better!"
A small smile grew on his face.
Though, his expression sort of changed when he looked up only slightly. Probably now noticing the wound was more raw looking than it should be.

He stepped forward and grabbed either side of my face and tilted my head.
Mother fuck.

"I hit it on the corner of my bed frame and ripped them open. So Kane took me to the emergency room and I had to get them redone." I shook a little within his grip, but calmed down when he let my face go.

He didn't seem pleased.

"You haven't touched it have you?"
I shook my head.
"Good."
He looked down.
There was a moment of silence that fell.

"Lindsay.." He looked back up. I looked at him. His expression wasn't .. In any form of anger. It was more like.

Sad?

"Yeah..?"

"I fucked up."
Well now
"I.."
"No.." He cut me off.
Kinna rude but it's fine.
"I .. I became very angry when I saw you with Kane. A few weeks back. And then at the hospital. I can't let it go, I really can't."

I blinked.

"I don't know what I was thinking, I really don't, Jake is my friend. I have a history with him and that's it. Despite just letting you leave, which was a fucked up move on my part, I can promise you I never cheated on you."

Gdi.

I remember when I figured this all out while he was gone. It was terrifying, and now those thoughts are building up again.
I could feel tears building up.
Stop it.

"I did it quickly. " I finally said.
His shades slid down and I could see a bit of his eyes at this point. He blinked and took them off.

"What?"

"I left so quickly." I looked away and rubbed my arm. I can't look straight into his eyes. It kind of hurts.
"I'm sorry.. I was .. really afraid."

He nodded.

"Please .." He hesitated. He lifted his hands up and grabbed my arms. "Forgive me."
Where is my strider book on how to do this.

"I was never really... angry at you.. " I blinked the tears away. Bless.