The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Casper (Pete White x Reader)

AN:  This is an AU where instead of Billy, Reader is the one taken on the adventure.  Also an AU where any gender can be on QuizBoys, and gender is unspecified.  This is not fluffy whatsoever, but I loved making this pile of angst.  I have some fluff/smut coming for this book, and a few others here and there in other books coming soon.  

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"I've had it with you, Pete!" You exclaimed, tears flowing down your placid cheeks as you gripped your bleeding arm. Pain coursed through your body as you gripped it tightly, staring at the male on the moped. "You've done nothing but use me since you met me. You nearly got me killed!"

"You're going to die out here, Y/N!" Pete countered quickly, his lips a grimace as his red eyes stared at you in defeat. "There's coyotes out here. Do you want to lose your other arm?"

"I hate you," you growled deeply, your y/e/c orbs nothing but a glare as they did not flicker from him. "Anything would be safer than sticking around with you, Pete."

"You don't mean that, Y/N," he attempted to reason, an arm reaching out to you. "I'm sure I can find something else for us to do."

"Enough!" You exclaimed, choking upon your own sobs. "I don't ever want to see you again, Pete."

***

"Welcome to Quizboys, with your host, the ever popular Pete White," a black haired male with red eyes and tanned skin exclaimed, a smile against his lips. "Despite the name, we opened the show up, and I'm pleased to announce our reigning champion Y/N L/N is competing for our grand prize, along with..."

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"I'm a freak, too, Y/N," he said, pulling off his wig to expose his powder white locks, only a compliment to his pinkened skin.

"I've tried makeup," you said with a frown, reaching up to touch the large gashed scar upon your face. "It's never worked to hide this."

"Well, we freaks need to stick together," he said in an exuberant tone, reaching out to cup your chin. "And Y/N, I haven't seen anyone as beautiful as you."

"You're just saying that because you ruined my reputation," you said with a huff, your eyes averting from his red gaze. "A handsome guy like yourself wouldn't have any use for a scarred up freak like me."

"You actually think I'm handsome, like this?" He questioned with a quirked brow.

"Of course I do," you said, pushing out of his grip as you moved your hand to touch your scar. "I don't lie, you know."

"I didn't either," he said with a large grin against his features. "Your scar makes you unique, and I like that."

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Good and bad flooded your memories, your metallic hand twitching as you lied upon the floor. You felt yourself gasping for air, overwhelmed by each and every thing you remembered. All the way down to the OSI finding and using you as a tool to attempt to capture Fantamos, you could remember everything you had forgotten.

Once you came back to your senses, labored breath, you pushed yourself to your feet. Rubbing your head, you had not even noticed the tears that streaked down your face already. Your mind had been overwhelmed, heart full of confliction. In merely the other room, you knew your husband had been on his video game, not even paying attention to the thud that your body had made against the floor. After trying to reach the highest parts of the bathroom to clean it, you managed to whack your head against the hard flooring.

Leaning your body against the door, you wondered if you should even go out to face your husband. These memories, these aching memories, had all been kept from you. It had not taken your genius to know that your husband had your memory wiped at some point, though you still had no recollection of how you got back to him in the first place. The little bit of a blur between then and your normal memories, enigmatic to you, and yet, your heart ached.