You can trust me: a Capper x reader fanfic

Thinking

Capper's pov

Capper watched (Y/n) sleeping form closely. Their chest rose and fell rhythmicly, a soft smile on their face hinted at a pleasant dream. He wasn't quite sure what to make of them just yet. They seemed nice enough. They were easy to talk to and a little relatable. Capper wanted to trust them, he really did, but the last time he had trusted some one he had regretted it. They talked to him like he was a friend and, as far as he could tell, they kept their promises. If he was being honest it was nice to see another Abyssinian since Chummer.

He was glad they hadn't asked him about the cause of his debt, he didn't want to explain it. He didn't want to think about what Chummer had done all those years ago. He didn't care if Chummer was sorry for his actions, the betrayal still hurt. They had been like brothers, practically inseperable. They had both been orphans on the streets, stealing food and money to get by. Those had been some of the best days of Capper's life. Back them he never would have believed Chummer could ever betray him like that.

But now that he looked back on it he could see the signs all too clearly, Chummer openly disagreeing with Capper about their future together, asking about Verko's words, and even asking to go up on the airship before Capper could give Verko the misfortune malachite, had all been clear signs of Chummer's intent.

Capper wanted to believe (Y/n) wasn't like that, but at the same time he didn't want to risk getting hurt again. He had gotten this far with out anyone's help, why should that change now? He didn't need friends to survive. He recalled (Y/n) saying that they wanted to leave Klugetown anyway. It was better that he didn't get too attached to them now so that it wouldn't hurt when they left.

That said Capper had never meant to stay in Klugetown when he first came here. Maybe (Y/n) would stay here, probably not by choice. The deserts surrounding Klugetown were harsh and unforgiving. As far as he could tell (Y/n) didn't have the money or the equipment to survive the harsh desert climate. That wasn't to say that they couldn't eventually save up enough money to leave one day.

Some where, deep down, Capper desperatly hoped (Y/n) would stay in Klugetown with him. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe if they stayed he wouldn't feel so alone. The distant sound of thunder caused (Y/n) to shift in their sleep, whimpering softly. Capper felt a flash of sympathy for the young Abyssinian, he and Chummer had managed to escape during the invasion so they never saw the aftermath of the attack.

The Storm king had ruined Abyssinia from what Capper could gather. Then again, he had never had much to begin with so would anything have even changed for him if he had stayed? The Storm king and his goons must have done some pretty aweful things during the invasion in order for it to have impacted (Y/n) so much. (Y/n) had already had it tough and Klugetown wasn't going to make their life any easier.

(Y/n) didn't seem to have the street smarts he did. They could easily get lost again and this time they wouldn't have Capper to help them out there. They would get eaten alive out there if Capper just left them. Capper looked back at (Y/n)'s sleeping form, how in equestria could he leave them in the streets tomorrow? He couldn't.

Capper took a breath as he came to his final conclusion, he would help them, but only until they could care for them self. This way he wouldn't be leaving them to die. This way he wouldn't grow attached. This way (Y/n) could never hurt him the way Chummer had.

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Sorry these are so short. This might be the last chapter that I upload tonight but who knows, I might just do another. So what do you guys think so far? If you have any suggestions I would love to hear them. Thank you so much for reading I'll see you all later!