BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE (Dark Revival AND OG) X READER ONESHOTS (Open!)

Car trouble (teen human Boris X short teen reader)

(Hello my Lil' catfish! Here's another one-shot:3) (Boris speaks in bold) (reader speaks in normal font.)
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(Boris's POV)
   I sang along to the song that played on the old radio. My old pick up truck kicked up dust as it trekked along the dusty old road. I just had visited a good friend of mine name Bendy. He lives nearby a lake and he invited me to go fishing with him. It was fun until it grew late. I had to go to work tomorrow and I wanted to get plenty of sleep.
   The old rusty blue pickup truck blinked an orange "E". I tap at the thing and blinked a few times. I thought old Blue had plenty of gas to get back home. I shouldn't worry about it. I kept driving and ignoring the blinking light.
   All of a sudden, Old Blue made some old car sounding noises and I pulled over the truck and I mentally face palmed myself. This was just great my truck ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere which had some crappy phone service.
   I could not call a toe truck to come help me out. I climbed out of my car and noticed there was a gas station sign. It was about a mile away, which meant I had to walk. I grabbed my car keys and began to make my way on the sidelines of the old dusty road. I needed gas and that gas station might be my solution to this little problem of mine.
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(Your POV)
   Today was a slow day at the game station and man I was bored out of my mind. A few folks came in and bought some drinks and candy but other than that it's been like a ghost town here!
   I had my nose in the latest addition of " National Geographic " and I heard the door bell thing ring. My eyes looked away from the page I was on to see a boy about my age with fluffy wavy hair and he looked to be a wolf and human hybrid.
   "Um hi," I looked up at him as I set the magazine down. "Welcome to the gas station is there anything I can do to help?" The wolf hybrid human looked at me with his dark colored eyes.
   "Yes short stack," he leaned against the counter. "My truck ran out of gas and I can't call a fluffing toe truck because of the terrible phone service here." I frowned a bit at the nickname he gave me. I know I was short, but it is not nice to point that out to someone!
   "Look pal, I don't like you calling me short stack," I glared at him. "My name is (Y/N), and you are?" He returns the glare as he muttered something.
   "Boris is my name, now I am not here for small talk (Y/N), so could you help me out or not?" He said bluntly. I wrinkled my nose up and shot him an unfriendly look.
   "First fix that nasty attitude you have," I snapped. "Now, I have a good friend who is a toe truck driver, he owes me a favor for watching his dog." I muttered the last part as I dialed my (b/f)'s number. He answered and said he be there about twenty minutes.
   Boris seemed impatient as he drums his fingers on the counter.
    "So? Any luck (Y/N)." Boris said casually. I nod and told him that my (b/f) will be coming soon. I tossed him a bottle of water and went back to my magazine. I heard him muttered a 'thanks'.