I See What They Can't (The Host x reader)

Pizza

(Second Person POV)

You sighed, walking down the oh-so familiar road. You were returning to your apartment after another day at work. You were wearing a (F/C) beanie despite the fact that it was in the middle of Summer. As you walked, the sounds of the city surrounded you, only to be drowned out by your music. You continued on, passing by a mixture of men, women, and children. They were playing, talking, being happy in general. It seemed that everyone had at least one friend to keep them company throughout these months. Unfortunately, you weren’t all that good at obtaining friends. Even now, as you kept your head low and stayed silent, you could feel eyes on you. Most were silently judging you, yet there was one tiny blip of interest in a pair of eyes that saw you. You felt that gaze of interest almost every day, but you never knew the origin. They seemed to belong to a ghost, yet one that cared. For some reason, that always made you happy. So, you continued, a small smile on your face. You were completely oblivious to the man in a light tan trenchcoat watching you from afar.

You finally reached your apartment, taking out your keys and unlocking the door to your humble abode. It really was humble, with only a couch and T.V. in the main room that opened up before you. Your kitchen was off to your left, connected to the main room and the small hallway that led to your bedroom and bathroom. You took off your shoulder bag, you didn’t care much for purses, and tossed it onto the couch. As you walked into the kitchen, thoughts of your next meal dominated your head. You opened the pantry, being greeted by ramen, bread, and different kinds of cheap pastas. Nothing seemed to be appealing, so you left it, deciding to get take out instead. You dug your phone out of your back pocket and looked through your contacts for Pizza Hut. That’s right. Instead of friends in your contacts, it was a culmination of different fast food restaurants. There were even a couple of chinese places on your list of Fast Food Friendos™. You called the pizza place up, hearing it ring a couple of times before it picked up.

“Sah, dude! Welcome to Pizza Hut. Can I take your radical order?” The voice on the other line said. You internally chuckled at the way this man talked. He had a deep voice, but seemed to alter it into his nineties-esque accent.

“Yeah,” you started, “I’d like a Deep Dish pepperoni, please!”

“Alright, anything else with that good shiznit?” He questioned. You laughed internally again. This was by far the best order you’ve placed in a long time.

“Yeah, just a (F/D) so I can wash it all down.”

“Alright. I’ll get that order crackalackin’. Just wait about fifteen minutes, dudette. All I gotta know is your address.”

You told him your address and hung up, waiting for the cheezy goodness.

After about twenty minutes of you waiting around, you finally heard a knock at the front door. Your hand quickly moved from your phone to your wallet, and you stood up to open the door the delivery man. When you opened the door, you were greeted by a tanned guy wearing a black tank top. It had the Bing logo on it in yellow, and he had orange sunglasses resting on top of his head of dark brown hair.

“Sah, dude! Here’s the pizza you ordered!” He said, a pizza in his left hand.

You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to the throwback of a man. You decided to strike up a conversation, wanting to break the dead silence. “So...I guess you’re all on your own…?” You asked, mentally slapping yourself. I mean, who the fuck says that?!

Although, despite what you thought would happen, the man just chuckled. “Yeah, just me. That’s why it took so long to get you this totally tubular pizza.”

You nodded, taking the food and drink from his hands and placing them on a small table near your couch. You went back to the front door to find the man rummaging through a bag, probably trying to figure out the change.

“Nah, it’s ok, man. You can keep the change.”

He looked up from his previous action, a small smile on his face. “Thanks, dudette,” He replied to your act of kindness. He simply handed you the receipt of purchase  and started walking back to his motorcycle, wishing you a good night before taking off.

You closed the door, looking at the receipt he had handed you. He had written down a phone number with the word Bing above it. You smiled. Maybe making friends wasn’t as hard as you made it out to be.

(Now to Bing!)

Bing returned to his home, riding on his skateboard as usual. When he entered, he saw his brothers sitting at the table. His household had consisted of him, his only ‘blood’ brother Google, Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier, and The Host. Google looked up at Bing, an expression of slight annoyance at the younger search engine.

“Where have you been, Bing?” Google asked, his voice flat and emotionless.

“I was just finishing up when someone called for some pizza, so I delivered it to her. Plus, she was kinda cute, with her (H/L) (H/C) hair and her (E/C) eyes. But… she did give me a totally off feeling. It kinda felt like how Darkie feels when he’s sleeping.” Bing replied. Dark sighed at the nickname the young man gave him. It was excruciatingly annoying, but he had already told Bing time and time again to not call him by that, so he just gave up on it. Google nodded, turning his head back to the table and continued reading. He and Bing didn’t need to eat after all, seeing as how they were metal and electronic.

While Dark was turning over and over in his head what Bing had told him about the girl’s aura, Host sat there, quietly wondering to himself how they could have such a stroke of good luck.