One shots (1) (Completed)

Rex x reader- D&D

This was requested by Masterofchange, I know it's a little short than my usual ones, but I hope you still enjoy it mah dude! 

(F/A)- Favorite anime

"You approach the dungeon and a giant level 10 dragon is facing you, it's horde directly behind it. What do you do?" Your friend (B/F/N) asks, in total d.m mode.
"I roll perception check" (B/F/N 2) says.

"Why?"
"Just 'cause"

"Fine, roll" (B/F/N 2) rolled and got a decent number.
"You're pretty sure the dragon's horde is half the actual size but you don't want to mention it or else you could be incinerated. (Y/N), what do you do?"
"I stab (B/F/N 3) and offer their corpse and sword of yeeting to the dragon for safe passage"
"What!? (Y/N)! I thought we were friends!"
"Ok, roll"
"(B/F/N)! Your allowing this!?"
"I don't see why not" she shrugs, (B/F/N 3) sighed in defeat and you rolled, it was low so you could only offer the sword.

"Ok, so you take out (B/F/N 3)'s sword from it's sheath and begin to show it off to the dragon like you're a car salesman. The dragon wants to see it in action so you do moves with it, all the while the sword is screaming yeet. This pleases the dragon and you give it the sword in exchange for safe passage. (B/F/N 3) lives."
"No! Not my sword of yeet! That took me forever to get!" (B/F/N 3) fake cries.

"(B/F/N 3) it's your turn"
"I run back in an try to negotiate my shield of shielding for the sword of yeet"
"Seriously?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, roll" (B/F/N 3) actually rolled a twenty.
"Ok, so uh...the dragon finds the shield of shielding very amusing and plans to give it to some other mortals later. It exchanges the shield for the sword of yeet, happy now?"
"Yep!"

"Finally, as you continue to traverse the caves you finally see a light. What is your first instinct?"
"Uhh guys, what time does lunch end?"
"Hunger is not an instinct"
"11:45 why?"
"That's in five minutes"
"Oh you're talking about the boring reality world, yeah it's 11:45"
"We should pack up" you and your two other friends help (B/F/N) clean up D&D before the bell ran for your last two classes. You guys generally spent most of your time in the library, and you were the only ones allowed during lunch 'cause the librarian liked how you brought books in on time and in condition. It also gave you guys a break from the reality of being the losers of the school and the oh-so ever present fear of turning into an EVO at any second. Besides, D&D was a fun game, even if you were the only four people in the school who thought so. When you were all packed up the bell rang. You had U.S history, which was easy enough, for you at least. You walked in and pretty much everyone was sitting around this one guy who you never even saw before. Your teacher was chill so he let you have seats wherever you wanted.

"Who's-"
"The new member of the table tennis team loser! Now go before you spread your nerd to him!" One of the blondes snaps at you, great, that time of year again you thought. Everyone went bonkers around table tennis season and you thought it was incredibly stupid. Of course you and your friends were the only rational people in the school.

"By that logic if you stayed around him any longer Debra you might as well be spreading your IQ, which is rival to that of an empty nail polish bottle" you answer, you didn't fire roasts at people unless if they do it first. She took a gasp as you sat down, tapping your pencil against your desk as you waited for the teacher to come in and for class to start. She marched over to your desk.
"Is there a problem?" You question nonchalantly, your eyes barely even flicking up to hers.

"Who said you could talk to me, freak?" She pulled your violently forward by your (F/A) shirt.
"Hey, leave her alone" the guy stood up from his seat she 'tched' and let you go.
"This isn't over weirdo" she pretended to 'accidentally' knock over your pencil case your pencils went everywhere.
"Oops sorry" she feigns apology as you went to pick up your pencils. The laughter of your classmates echoed around the room as you picked up your pencils. You tried not to cry, reminding yourself that ten years from now they'll be struggling to make ends meet while you would be a successful businesswoman or something like that.