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Happy Birthday Glitch Bitch (antixreader)

          I prowled around the neighbor's yard, searching for that fucking dog. It had been barking all night long and y/n wouldn't let me kill it. She had slept soundly curled up against me, on top of my arm so I couldn't slip out silently. She'd done it on purpose too. I just fucking knew it. Now though, now that she'd left to "run some errands" as she said, I was going to murder that little mutt. The sound of a car pulling up in our driveway though drew my attention. y/n wouldn't let me hear the end of it if she caught me over here. I quickly vaulted the fence and at the apex of the jump I glitched to my bedroom, watching her from the window. I narrowed my eyes at y/n as she quickly scanned the house for me, glitching to the bushes outside our house when her eyes traveled upstairs to pass by my window. She got out of the car and shut the door as quietly as she could. Why was she being so suspicious? She quickly crossed to the other side of the car and grabbed a big white box. It was as long as her shoulders and as wide her forearms but only about three inches tall. What the fuck was this? She stacked another, smaller box on top that was wrapped in brown paper. She started to walk around the side of the house to the back door, moving quickly and keeping low like she was hiding. What the fuck was she doing? She passed right by my hiding spot in the bushes on the side of the house, completely missing me. With a soft smirk I glitched behind her and whispered in her ear.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping forward and slipping on the grass. She threw her arms out to catch herself. The box crashed to the ground and white pastry exploded everywhere. she landed flat on her ass and stared at the pastry that was now all over the grass and on her face. Her expression crumpled at the ruined white cake. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Guilt cramped my stomach. Her e/c eyes looked up at me and her expression turned to anger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!" I took a step back at her hostility. My eyes glowed as indignation rose in my chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're sneaking around the house like a damn criminal! What did you expect me to do?!" she stood up, wiping cake off her face. She clenched her fists in rage, her face going red.

"I expected you to be off killing a fucking dog! I expected you to mind your own business." She gestured angrily towards the neighbor's fence, then at me, and finally at the cake on the ground. "This was supposed to be a surprise for you! This stupid cake was supposed to be for you, you damn nosy asshole!" I drew back, my shock overwhelming my anger for a brief moment. I grit my teeth, stepping forward to get in her face and stare her down.

"That's not my fault! Maybe if you had actually considered for a moment that I hate surprises you would have realized that this was a terrible idea, but nooooo. I bet you were just struck with inspiration and went with it without any consideration for what I wanted" her breath hitched in her throat and the tears in her eyes threatened to spill over. Her eyes blazed and she drew herself up to her full height.

"You're right. My mistake. One I won't make again." She turned on her heel and ran inside. I stood there fuming, my hands clenched and my teeth grit. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, clenching and unclenching my fists with the breaths. My body glitched slightly and I ran my tongue along the points of my sharp teeth. After a tense minute where I contemplated running inside after her and screaming at her for walking away from me and not cleaning up her damn mess. Finally, I looked down at the cake, why would she go to the trouble of getting me a cake? Hers tasted amazing. Through the mess, I could see green lettering but I couldn't make out of what it said. My eyes paused on the small brown package, smeared with white frosting. I picked it up and tried to wipe it clean on the grass. The box was small and simple, wrapped in brown paper. I tore off the paper to frown at a black box. I opened the box and inside sat a necklace on a black chain. The pendant was a large black, steel arrowhead with engravings the size of a half dollar coin. I ran my finger down the edges, rounded and the tip was barely sharp. My finger slid over a small imperfection in the top, I ran my finger over it again and the imperfection clicked to the side. Small blades popped out of the side of the arrowhead, I touched one and it was so sharp I didn't realize that I was cut until I drew away with red on my finger. I raised my eyebrow, blinking in surprise. This thing was fucking badass! I flipped the switch on the top back and the blades retracted. I lifted it up by the chain and slipped it over my head, the pendant coming to rest just above the center of my chest.