No Straight Road's characters x reader oneshots and scenarios

Don't let them hurt you (1010 x autistic reader)

((Requested by @SonicStar21. My apologizes if I didn't do any good. This is my first time writing an autistic reader))

You enter past the gates of Barraca Mansion, past the crowds of fangirls as you walk up to the front door and open the door, walking inside as your breaths are heavy. Fiddling with your fingers in more nervousness.

"Hey there kid." Neon J greeted you as you entered the mansion. Walking over to you and ruffling your hair. "What's wrong? You don't seem like yourself today."

"I-I'm fine Mr. J..." You felt yourself on the edge of tears. Silently moving past him toward your room, just wanting to get away from all the noise and any people.

Neon J stood there, deciding if he should check up on you, because clearly you were not okay. But right as he took a step toward your direction his phone began to ring. And all his attention was glued to that. A call from NSR.

"Hey boys!" Neon J called out, each different colored hair poking out from their rooms. "I'm leaving to take care of something at NSR tower! You guys stay here and watch (y/n)!" He left quickly. Leaving the house alone of just 1010 and you.

Your life was pretty crappy, it always was. Neon J wasn't your real dad, but you think of him as the best. And 1010 like brothers. You see, when your parents had you, since they discovered you had autism. They didn't really want to take care of you. Or deal with that sort of handling.

Lucky you, Neon J was friends with your parents, and he took the othe to take care of you and raise you by himself. It was a bit difficult, but he managed.

Throughout the whole mansion, they're were various pictures of you and Neon J going throughout various times of your life. From your first birthday all the way to your highschool graduation.

And when you were in ninth grade, Neon J joined NSR and built 1010. Your robot brothers, who supported you through thick and thin.

"Do you think (y/n) is upset?" Green whispers. Frowning slightly. "I think she was crying. We should check up on her!" He made his way to the bedroom door.

"No!" Each one whispered. "We gotta cheer her up somehow..." White rubbed his chin, snapping his metal fingers together as he felt a lightbulb appear over his head. "I got it!"

White pulled them into a group huddle and began to whisper ideas to them. Breaking the huddle after awhile they began to knock on the door.

You look up from your own things, you were drawing on your notebook, something that you held close to you. You always liked art at a young age. Hell, when you were five years old you used to draw on the wall. Neon J had to clean up most of it. But his favorite art was you holding hands with him.

Let's just say that's still on the wall, but with a picture frame around it since Neon J wanted to bring it out so that visitors could look at what his daughter did.

"Yes?" Your vice asked, your door quickly opening as 1010 piled inside your room, tripping overthsmevles in the process since they were pushing each other. Making you burst into a fit of laughter.

They scramble up and smile at you. Glad they at least made you laugh. "So...we heard that you were upset. Care to tell us why?"

Your laughter soon disappeared as they brought up the subject. Looking down at your hands as you began to fiddle with your fingers again, a nervous habit that you had grown to have.

"I was made fun of." You whisper, but they still heard it. "They made fun of me hating the music they liked. And the stuff that I didn't understand." You look up at them, showing your tear stained face.

"They made fun of you?" White repeats again, sitting next to you on your bed. "They just don't know how great you can be."

"How great you can be!" The others sing after him, a force of habit since they're programming made them that way.

Yellow cleared his throat. "But, you don't need to let them hurt you like that! They just don't know how great you can be!"

"I mean, your art is amazing!" Red cuts in, smiling at you as he sits on the other side of you. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, actually I'd love that..." You mumble, smiling up at them.

"Great!" "GREAT!" They sing again, making you laugh to yourself.

"Remember, (y/n). Don't let them hurt you."