A New Strider (Striders x Reader)

Chapter 4

You had been hiding in the same spot for 8 hours. You hadn't moved from your spot in the small crevice since you got there. You had heard both Bro and Dave walking about, sometimes stopping at your door, but never coming in. You were hungry, but you didn't want to leave. You know that they didn't want to hurt you, but that innate fear filled your chest and stopped you from moving.

You hear the front door open and assume that Dirk just got back from hanging out with Jake. You hear voices outside and then footsteps that lead towards your room. You flinch when you hear knocking on your door.

"Hey, (y/n)," Dirk's voice came from the other side, "can I come in?"

"Yeah." You manage to call out.

You watch as the door opens and Dirk peaks in. When he sees you, his usual neutral look changes into one of worry. He walks in and closes the door behind him.

"Hey kid, you been there all day?"

You just nod your head in response.

"Well, here." He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out a chocolate bar.

He offers you the bar and you gratefully take it. You rip it open and begin eating.

"Listen, about Bro and Dave," he sighs, "sword fighting is pretty normal here, and they wanted to apologise but that's not exactly how those two work."

You nod, listening to what he says.

"So, we'll try to keep the swords away."

"It's not the swords, just the fighting." You reply.

Dirk pauses, "alright, I'll just tell them to fight on the roof and away from you."

You nod, taking another bite of the chocolate.

"Now c'mon, let's go get something to eat."

Dirk helps you to your feet and ruffles your hair. You both walk out of your room and straight into the kitchen, where Dave was cooking. You take a deep breath and smile.

"What's for dinner?" you ask, your voice still quiet.

Dave turns around and you swear you see the edge of his lips curl up into a smile.

"Tacos."

Well, there's something you hadn't eaten in a while. You nod your head and take a seat at the bench.

"Hey," Dave starts, getting your attention, "sorry about almost hitting you with my sword."

You pause, "its fine."

You think that Dave was going to respond, but he just turns back to look at the cooking mince.

Man, you'd only been here for two days and you had already freaked out. You felt kind of stupid, but that was behind you now. You decided that once you finish eating you'll go on the computer for a bit and then go to sleep.

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Dirk, Dave and you sit at the table, eating tacos. Bro had already gone to work and wouldn't be back 'til tomorrow. You were still on your first taco, while Dave was on his third and Dirk on his fifth. You didn't know how they could eat so damn fast.

Once you finish that one, you begin to make yourself another.

"So (y/n), we'll be walking to school tomorrow," Dirk explains, "since you're in the same grade as Dave, he'll be in a few of your classes. If you need anything just find one of us."

You nod, "okay, thank you."

You take a bite of your new taco, thinking about tomorrow. You didn't really want to start at a new school, but you don't really have a choice.

You quickly finish off your taco and put your plate in the sink.

"I'll be in my room if you need me."

With that you exit the kitchen and enter your room, where you instantly gravitate towards your desk. You take a seat and turn it on. After a moment the screen lights up and you begin to screw around on the web.

Your screwing around is cut off short when a notification appears on your screen. It was from Pesterchum. The image was of a grey cancer symbol. You stare at it for a moment before deciding to see who it was that was pestering you.

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering climacticTerror [CT] --

CG: HEY DUMBASS.

CG: YOU MUST BE THE STRIDER'S NEW SIBLING.

CT: Yes, I am.

CT: Who are you?

CT: How do you know that?

CT: Why do you write like an idiot?

CG: OKAY, FIRST OF ALL.

CG: FUCK YOU.

CG: AND SECOND, THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

CT: Okay, what do you want?

CG: THAT HAS YET TO OCCUR TO ME.

CG: GUESS I WANTED TO SEE IF YOU WERE LIKE THOSE TWO DOUCHEY BROTHERS OF YOURS.

CT: Wow, rude.

CG: AND I GUESS YOU ARE DOUCHEY.

CT: And you're a serious asshole.

CT: Plus, you know next to nothing about me.

CT: Way to just to conclusions.

CG: IT'S SO TEMPTING TO JUST LEAVE.

CG: BUT I GUESS THAT WOULD BE NO FUN.

CG: ALTHOUGH IT IS AGONIZING TO TALK TO YOU.

CT: You know what.

CT: I don't feel like talking to you.

CT: You're an ass.

-- ClimacticTerror [CT] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

You sigh and click out of the chat. What an ass.