Randy and the barbarian [randy Cunningham X reader] {Old Story}

Be our guest

Randy's stomach grumbled as he snuck out of his room, desperate for some food. While passing a deep red curtain, he did not hear the voices of Tengu and Nova, a feather duster. The two emerged from the curtain, gasping when they saw Randy.

"He has come out!" Tengu stated before following Randy.

Down in the kitchen Renee was putting all of her little tea cups to bed, but one was stubborn. "Come on Santana, you need to sleep with all your brothers and sisters."

"But I'm not tired mama." Santana yawned before falling asleep.

"It's bothersome!" A stove growled, annoyed, "I spend a long while working on this wonderful feast, only for it all to be thrown away!"

"Give Randy a break, he was having a bad day." Renee sighed.

"Well, I think he was just being stubborn!" Nomi groaned, he was about to continue on, talking about the curse, but froze when he saw Randy there.

"Look who I found!" Tengu hopped past Randy into the kitchen.

"Hello dear, are you hungry?"

"Renee!" Nomi scolded, "he is not supposed to eat unless he is worth the master!"

"Well, I am not about to let the poor child starve!"

"Fine, lets get him some bread and water-"

"Nomi!" Tengu bounded up to him "I am surprised at you! This is a mansion not prison."

"Yeah," the stove grinned, "besides, I have a feast ready here."

"...fine." Nomi caved, "but right after eating you are to go back to your room!"

"Okay." Randy nodded, smiling after what seemed like forever.

"Come with me Randy!" Randy followed Tengu who was leading him to the dining room. "Be our guest and put our service to the test!" Tengu eagerly said.

After a wonderful dinner, Randy was smiling a bright smile. "How was the food?" Nomi questioned Randy.

"It was so Bruce!"

"Good, anyway, it is time for you to go to bed."

"But I can't sleep after a feast like that, maybe you guys could give me a tour of the castle."

"We'd love tha-" Nomi cut Tengu off.

"I'm sorry Randy but I am just following the masters orders."

"Awe, please can you give me a tour." Randy poked Nomi, "I'm sure you know all there is to know about the mansion."

Nomi smiled at the comment "well, yeah I do."

Now Randy, Tengu, and Nomi were happily sauntering down a long corridor together. "As you can see pretty much everything in this hall is based off of mansardic architectural style."

Nomi continued talking about things you could see that represented it before he noticed Randy was climbing up a pair of stairs. Nomi and Tengu quickly sped over and blocked Randy from going any higher.

"What's up there?"

"Oh it's nothing Randy, it is just dusty old rooms that need cleaning, nothing of interest in the west wing."

"Oh, so that's the west wing!" Nomi's and tengu's eyes widened at their slip up, "I wonder what she is hiding."

"Don't go up there Randy!" Randy kept trying to step up but they would block his way.

"We have more things for you to see," Tengu nervously said, "we have the pool, the library, the video game room!"

"You have a video game room?"

"Yeah! It has piles and piles of video games." Tengu and Nomi began leading him to the room, but Randy stopped a few feet away from the stairs.

Randy climbed up the stairs and explored the messy hall. It was filled wit ripped banners, broken furniture, and shattered glass, Randy was thankful he left his shoes on. Randy made it to the end of the hallway, where a large door was at. Randy was curious as to what was inside, and pushed the door open.

Randy wandered about the disheveled room, surprised at its condition. Out of the corner of his eye Randy saw something glowing, so he walked over to it. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw a glowing, first volume, McFist phone. He reached out to touch it, but retracted his hand when he saw you.

"why did you come here?" You sneered at him.

"I'm sorry." Randy looked down, ashamed.

"I told you to never come here!"

"I was not going to do anything!"

"Do you know what you could have done?" You yelled at him, slamming your fist on the table by him. Randy flinched hearing the table crack. "Get out!" You screeched at him, watching as he ran away.

Randy, ignoring the deal he made with you, ran out of the building, into the crisp, snowy night. He did not stop running, even when the same gang that attacked his mother began going after him. Randy ducked under branches and jumped over rocks, desperate to get away from the ruthless mob.

One of the members gripped the back of Randy's shirt and pulled him to the ground, not caring that he hurt him. Randy tried fighting them off, but it was no use, more and more kept surrounding him. Just when Randy thought all hope was lost you jumped out of nowhere and began attacking the people of the gang. They refused to back down, saying that once they pick a fight they don't run away, but even so you were still the victorious one.

Randy turned, thinking about just leaving you there, but he just could not bring himself to do that. So instead he, with much struggle due to your fur, picked you up and brought you back to the mansion, and that lead you to where you guys were now.

"Don't do that." Randy commanded you when he saw you licking your wounds, you just growled at him. Randy pulled up a rag that was soaked in hot water and tried to place it on your arm wound, but you kept moving your arm. "Stay still!" Randy was able to get it on your arm, and you blustered out, making the servants that were watching back away.

"That hurt!"

"Well it would not hurt so much if you kept still!"

"but if you would not have ran away we would not be in this mess."

"I would not have ran away if you did not scare me!"

You froze, thinking of what you should say next "well...you went in the west wing!"

"You need to learn how to control your temper!" You and Randy sat there for a while, pouting, before he lifted the rag again. "Now, stay still...umm."

"(Your name)" you growled. Randy just hummed and placed the rag back on your arm. You whimpered a bit.

"Thank you (your name)," Randy stared at your arm as he rubbed the rag over it, "for saving my life..."

Your eyes softened and you eventually leaned into his touch "your welcome."