Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)

Fight! Fight! Fight!

These chapters are my favorite to write.
Also this is going to be rather really long so I'm sorry my dear loves! Also sorry at how randomly intense this gets. But fear not! Soon all this fighting will end and we will have good fluffs for a bit! Please bare with me :3

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Your day was strange.
You felt this odd sensation at the back of your mind, telling you something. You didn't know what it wanted or what it could possibly mean. It's made it hard to pay attention to anything going on, but you've managed.

So here you sat in Biology. Little Dave was having the most wonderful time learning in this class. You actually couldn't tell, but he seemed fond of being here.

Ryan was too busy being Ryan. He was distracting you from the weird feeling you had all day. He kept making snide comments when the teacher would call on you and you'd answer. Whether you be right or wrong.

Dave would lowkey look back at the kid, annoyed. It was kind of cute. Though he couldn't say anything because he would be disrupting this lovely class.

You looked at the paper your teacher passed. It looked slightly complex

"How many chromosomes does Meiosis have?"

You looked at Dave
"Hey, how many chr-"
"23." Dave answered you, without looking up.

You blinked.
"For-"
"Meiosis."
You shrugged and happily wrote down "23 Chromosomes"

Damn, was Dave good at this subject.
Where was this intelligence in Geometry?

Finally the bell rang. The teacher instructed that this wasn't homework. God bless.

You slid the paper into a folder, that slid into your bag.
((Dirk: SLIDIN INTO YOUR DMS-
Admin: *pimpslaps dirk* quit that))

You stood up and grabbed your bag, quickly getting out of the way of Ryan so he wouldn't push you like last time.

Dave slid the bag off of your shoulders and propped it against his own and smiled quickly at you. He grabbed your hand and waved to the teacher.

You both trekked down the hallway with the hellish pack of other kids.
"My house?" He asked. "Or yours?"

You shrugged. "Yours is good." You smiled.
"I haven't seen your brother too much and it would be nice again to say hello."
Dave nodded.
"Sounds good. He mentioned that it was nice seeing you again."
"How sweet. Hey did you know he has-"
"Your sisters sketch book? Yeah actually. I found it siting on his desk a long time ago. I told him he should return it, and he said he would but he hasn't."
"Awe..."
You said. Dave nodded.
"Oh well, at least they're talking."
You nodded in agreement.

Soon the hallways died down, thank God.
You both headed towards the outside when someone violently pushed past your shoulder and kept going.

"HeY!" Dave called and caught his attention. The boy turned. It was Ryan.

"The fuck you want now?" Ryan frowned.
Dave dropped both of the bags to the ground and approached Ryan further.
"Why are you so mean to her?"

He shrugged. "She's rather annoying."

Talking about you like
You're not
You know
Right fucking here.

Dave stood there for a second. He didn't say anything.
"-aside from that she is just seeking attention."

Dave straight up threw his fist into the cheek of Ryan. Your reflexes lifted your hand to your mouth in shock.

"She doesn't seek attention if she never talks." He mumbled.
Ryan was holding on to his cheek. It didn't take long for a crowd to form.
"What the fuck is your problem, Strider?"
He looked up rather angrily. Dave seemed emotionless.