After some thinking, you soon came to the conclusion that Darrel was a VIP at Chuck E Cheese. You held his hand tightly, making your way to the VIP lounge. "So...what do you want to do tonight?" He grimaced softly. "boogie woogie partido," he squeezed his sweaty hand up against yours even tighter, crushing your hand. "Oh alright. I see." His firm grip on your hand made you feel safe.
You breathed in his foul-smelling breath. It smelt like mouldy cheese, with a hint of last nights pepperoni pizza. But you didn't care. He was everything- his breath didn't define him. He was more than a stench in a Homosapien's Oral Cavity. He was at Stuart Little's level. God tier. He could beat Jesus Christ in a boxing match for god's sake. He was peak level.
After returning from the metaphysical plane you call your over obsession with Darrel, you came to the realisation that you had reached the VIP room, hand still locked in Darrel's adhesive palm. He breathed like an obese Canis lupus Familiaris, clearly tired from all the walking. Pulling his moist hand from yours, sweating passionately, he reached desperately for the door. He needed to pee. It was an emergency.
You pushed on the door with all your might. It creaked open- through the crack of the door you could see a dark space. The lights were off. The room was cold and damp smelling. Before you could process anymore, Darrel scurried quickly into the room, squealing at the tip of his lungs without a second thought. "Darrel!" you called out for him- As seconds past, his squeals got fainter and fainter. There was no other choice- you had to run in and find him. He could be peeing alone, scared for life. What if he peed his pants? You shook your head and ran confidently through the door.
As you suspected, you couldn't see a thing. The inside of the room was darker than night, with not a single outline of anything that may be present in the room to be seen. You furrowed your brow in worry. You were going to have to navigate your way through the dark. Sighing heavily, you reassured yourself. It was for Darrel- the only man you'd ever love. You felt he was so far away; you needed him back. No matter what, you would find him. And it would be worth it. All for Darrel.
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Darrel x Reader
FanfictionDarrel- The dyslexic man in distress- longing for a association with the opposite gender. For his whole life, he's been eating escargots and bin pizza all by himself, crying himself to sleep each night. But everything changed when he met his eyes...
