kid felt reader and the midnight crew

Suck It up, Kid

You are (f/n),(l/n) otherwise known as scribble. You are a MENACING member of the The Felt, at least that's what you hope you still are in your peers eye's. You been rather cold lately, no one seems to be coming for you...this might be the end of you. Boxcars is not family, at least that's what you keep reminding yourself. Things have been quite, the Crew goes about their nightly routine and leaving you to do what you usually do.

~weeeeee Your point of view~

You're laying on the armchair you have most recently claimed as yours; mainly because you use it the most and partly because after that outburst Droog decided you needed a happy place 'A neutral ground' as he puts it. You've been rather restless since that day, you hardly look Boxcar's in the eye since well......yoou tried to kill him. In your opinion, it was his fault for talking trash about your team. The felt will always come first they were the first to offer companionship, a place to stay, and warm food on the table. it has been about three weeks since you were first kidnapped and Slick proclaimed if you were gonna be staying as a prisoner of war you needed play the part and pick up the slack around the dump you are forced home. This consisted of washing dishes and sweeping the base.You weren't to keen on the idea but it was something to past the time, so far one of your favorite pass times is sweeping clumps of dirt into Slick's shoes and hiding spoons....only the spoons. "Brat...Hay BRAT i'm taking to yah" slick slurs you glanced hesitantly in his direction . he makes a face and tosses some clothes at you "Get Yah shit together were going food shoppen" he huffs as he turns to get his knives. That made you jump a little, outside? the crew was gonna let you go outside your eyes widen as you feel a grin engulf your face. glancing down at the clothes you noticed it was a simple botten up shirt and the pants you came with. Droog eye's you from the table, you look back quizzingly "Dont doing anything stupid" . you hop into motion and follow him out the base. You hesitate for a moment this could be your only chance to get out while the gettings good. The idea briefs your mind but you don't move. You want to test your team, you still have high hopes their coming for you. If anyone Stitchs will come through for you. You feel uneasy, you look back at Slick who is well on his way out the door. He pauses just at the the junction of the door too look back at you, priming his lips in a half snarky smirk as he moves to let you out first. Pulling yourself together you wipe the kicked puppy look off your face "wow, so you do have manners" you snark to recover your dignity, you refused to be pitied. He snorts "yah learn something new everyday, yah little shit" his shoulders tense as he closes the door with his back turn. He's reckless, giving you the perfect opportunity to run like that....you stay put and he relaxes when he see you still glued to the spot. He smirks, as he moves a head of you. You follow his lead you find it odd he's not making you walk in front of him. You follow Slick through the alley way, he's oddly quite. You grow restless, at his uncomfortable silence, you rack you brain for possible explanation for his actions. He's not even turning around to check if your still following him as the both of you exit the Alley. It's late in the evening you note, as you glace around owlishly. He's still ignoring you, you stop following him refusing to move any further. "Keep up kid or ima leave you" he comments not even looking back at you. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, do you really mean nothing to no one. You cant muster the strength to keep your chin up, your eyes glue firmly to your shoes. The shuffling of people around you fades out as
Fat wet tears swell up in your eye's, you grit your teeth not moving an inch from where you are standing. Your not even worth watching, your just some kid with no where to go and no place to be, something you have denying for a long, long time. You work up the nerve to look up catching Slick pausing just enough to look back at you. A cheeky grin on his face still, that, that hurt the most. You can't keep the ugly feelings to yourself anymore. You cry, in public its embarrassing, your not like the rest of the Felt your not strong enough. Someone shaking your shoulders breaks you from your thoughts. It's Slick, why did he come back...he drops to his hunches to meet your face. He brushes his hand under your nudging your chin up to meet his gaze he looks at you questionably. His smile dropped awhile ago, he looks angry his face twisted up in an irritable suit. You almost wish he'd just say something, something to break to silence. "Kid, hey lets...lets go get some ice cream, kids like ice cream right?" As if by Divine intervention you wish was granted. "I'm not the mushy type kid gotta keep up the image, but I'm glad you stayed." He says dropping his hat on your head as if understanding you shame of crying in public. "I'm not good with kids, in fact I hate em but kid your not so bad" you sniffle still unable to find the words in you. He's trying to make you feel better, key word trying he's not doing the best of job but the message gets across. Your shuffle a little as he picks you off the ground taking you by surprise as your feet dangle off the ground. you find yourself perched on Slicks shoulders. "Honestly kid, you better stop crying, you make me feel like a dick when you cry." He snarks trying to make conversation. You begin to feel a little better, it feels nice being up high on someone's shoulders you allow a small smile to grace your face. You note a similar smile on Slicks face. You spot a ice cream vendor not far away next to a bench. "Mush dog face, I spy a vendor up a head" your cheekiness returning to you. "Mush yourself brat, we'll get there when we get there" he gruffs cackling, obnoxiously has he bounces you around on purpose. You laugh, madly as he begin to jog mildly huffing. When you both purchase your ice creams or rather you hope Slick purchased your ice creams you proceed back to the base.

Time skip -back at the base-

"Hey boss did you go food shopping?" Boxcars grumbles rustling in the kitchen. "Shit" Slicks hisses "damnit, brat get your shit we're going food shopping and this time get food" you laugh as you put on your shoes again.

~sorry for the wait I been really busy with school 🙇 forgive me my children this is the complete draft the previous one didn't save everything I wrote~