Jerk Face (Snatcher x reader)

Epilogue

When Snatcher was finally able to use the fast travel candles, the room he ended up in wasn't what he was expecting. The room itself was very dark, with string lights hung messily across the walls. None of the furniture completely matched, although it was obvious that an attempt was made.

It felt like a college freshman's dorm, not the bedroom of an alien who was over 80 years of age. What's even more confusing, was the person before him, who was holding a burnt out match, was obviously not (Y/N).

They stood there with a blunt stuck between their lips, letting out a thin stream of smoke.
Snatcher floated in the air with a dumbfounded look as the person dropped the match and seemingly decided to stop smoking weed for the time being.

"Uhhhh... hey (Y/N)?" the person yelled back. A familiar "What?" Came from out the door.
"I lit a candle and now theres a weird ghost- snake thing?" The guy said cautiously.
Snatcher was about to correct him when he heard heavy footsteps approaching.

The door slammed open to reveal your face, half illuminated by the warm lights from the other room. You shut the door and marched into the room, angrily shaking your friend. "DANNY YOU MORON. I WAS SAVING THOSE FOR WHEN I MOVE OUT." You screeched.

"Hey, hey. There's like, two left." He said, holding up two fingers. "Just chill out, bro."
"Just chill- JUST CHILL?!" You pulled at your hair. "THIS IS MY PARENTS' HOUSE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY WOULD DO IF THEY SEE HIM HERE." You said  through your teeth.

Danny shrugged, indifferently. "Who? Your interdimensional ghost boyfriend?"
"I am this close to having a stroke, Danny. THIS FUCKING CLOSE." You seethed.

"Oh, great! Let me get the popcorn." Snatcher laughed from the sidelines. You looked over at him for a second, and it finally registered who exactly, was in your parents' home. Your face fell.

"Oh. Uh... geez kid I would have though that you'd be happy to see me." Snatcher said, kind of hurt.
Your eyes widened. "Oh. No, I'm really happy to see you after all these months, but this is my parents' house and I don't know how they'd react to having uh-" you fiddled with your fingers while searching for the right words.

Snatcher smirked and waved his claw, dismissively. "I get it. Oh by the way, I really hated that 'gift'." He said. "Were the brats in on it, too?"
You crossed your arms and smiled. "Naturally."

"Wow you weren't kidding." Danny said. He was now looking through your closet. "You really were a ghost lover." He pulled out a shirt that was based off the Ghostbusters logo, but instead it read "Ghost Lover".

"Jesus, (Y/N)." Snatcher managed to say before falling into a fit of laughter. You groaned and buried your face into your hands. "It was a gift." You said, hands muffling your voice.

"Was it really?" Danny asked, mockingly. "I'd say you have a type. With a few exceptions, of coarse, but still." You threw a pillow at him in retaliation, but missed.
"You really haven't changed at all, kiddo." Snatcher said fondly, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye. "Your aim is just as bad."

"Oh come on, I can throw an axe at least." You argued. Danny stopped laughing. "You can throw an axe?" He asked.
You nodded. "The more you know!" You said in a high pitched voice, waving your hands mockingly.

Danny looked away, sweating slightly. He had never actually thought much about how people he knew well could have the ability to kill him. It honestly scared him a bit, but eh, he can probably just go and get high. "I'm gonna head downstairs real quick. Be right back."

And he speed walks out of the room, ladies and gentlemen, to get high! Cue the applause.

"So... how've things been in Subcon?" You asked Snatcher. He folded his claws together and narrowed his eyes.
"Well... I'm pretty sure Vanessa is finally dying." Snatcher said slowly. "Now that she's not feeding off of my guilt anymore and Moonjumper is still recovering from our little squabble, she's getting weaker."