Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Howl At The Moon - (Werewolf) Funny Man x Reader

I sat on the swings at the park. I come here a lot to clear my head and smoke up or do acid. The moon was full and bright, and the air was warm without being suffocating. I pumped my legs to make myself go higher.

I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top with black lowtop Converse. I had my knife and lighter in my pocket. My messenger bag is on the ground, leaning on the pole that holds up the swings. I stared at it for a moment as if I would be able to see the 2 dimebags of pot and the rolling papers through the canvas.

I jumped off the swing and walked over to my bag, picked it up, and carried it to the park bench. I need to get high. Now.

I pulled out the dimebag and rolling papers and begin to roll my joint. I lick the paper and close it, then light it up and take a long hit. I hold my breath for a bit, then exhale. I know it was just my mentality, but I was already starting to feel high.

I smiled and took another hit. I wish I had someone to share this with. Getting high alone is chill and all, but I'm feeling more friendly right now.

. . . . .

I laid across the bench and stared at the night sky. The moon turned the sky milky and the stars glimmered against the velvet.

I heard something rustle in the woods, but it's not uncommom for cats and other animals to be awake at night.

I watched it come out of the bushes and growl. I got up and slowly backed away. The wolf was light brown and black. I picked up my stuff, turned to one of the baseball dugouts, and ran as fast as I could.

The wolf waited a second before chasing me. I screamed as I slammed and latched the door to the dugout.

I sat and thought for a while. I dropped my phone somewhere along the way, so... I'm stranded.

I started having a panic attack, so I pulled out my second dimebag, rolled another joint, and took a big, long hit, then held it in my lungs to get as high as possible. I just needed to calm down and get stoned, so dying wouldn't hurt as bad.

Wait....

I could try to get the wolf stoned instead! It will relax and fall asleep, then I can escape!

I quickly pull out my dimebag and roll another joint, then light the end and take a huge hit. I blow the smoke to the wolf, and it calms down. I take another hit and watch the wolf.

It shakes a bit and starts slowly turning into a human. I slowly look to the joint in my hand, wondering if my weed was laced with acid. I look back and there's a guy on the ground with a black shirt, black jeans, tattoos, and white shoes. He's some sort of Hispanic and has long black hair.

He stands and looks at me for a second, then glances at the joint, then back to me.

"Yo, can I get a hit?"

I stared in disbelief.

"Um..."

He unlatched the door and stepped inside, then took the joint and hit it.

"You got the good shit, girl."

I blinked, still confused.

"My friends call me Funny Man," he said, handing the joint back to me.

"I'm (your name)."