Roblox Myths One-Shots [ON HOLD]

Maybe It Was Meant to Be (MrRealism X Female Reader) [PART 1]

Requested By: N/A

Roblox Myth: MrRealism

Category: 

1. Fluff

2. [Roblox Myth] X Female Reader

Warnings:

1. Cuteness Overload

2. Abrupt Beginning

Point of View: Third Person

Y/N: Your Name

L/N: Your Last Name

(MrRealism is a teenager in this. He's sixteen, and you're anywhere between thirteen and fifteen, it's your choice.)

Y/N stumbled through a clump of bushes. She was covered in bruises and scratches. They were painful, but Y/N had more important things to worry about.

She was lost, only a forest and grey clouds- which were covering the sky- in sight.

Y/N looked around, squinting due to the dark. She could see trees, bushes, a house-

A house! Maybe the resident would allow Y/N take refuge there, and make her way back home during the morning.

Y/N approached the house and knocked on the wooden door. The door soon opened, and a teenaged boy slightly taller than her opened the door.

The person before her wore a black-and-white themed outfit, complete with a hat shaped like a chessboard. He had pale skin, and black eyes that were somehow full of life. The kind you can get really lost in.

'Hello! I'm Y/N.' Y/N introduced herself. The silence was getting way too awkward for her.

'My name is Joey, but my mom and dad call me Mr Realism because I always look at things how they really are.' The boy... No, Joey said.

Another heavy silence settled around them as Y/N looked for something else to say.

'Are... Are you my new babysitter?' Joey asked out of the blue.

Y/N was confused. This boy she had just met, who was older than her, was asking if she was his babysitter? He was the one who should be babysitting her!

'Me? No, I... I'm not your new babysitter. I came here to ask for help...' Y/N blurted out.

Joey raised an eyebrow. 'Help?'

'Uh, I'm lost.' Y/N muttered, looking away.

'Ah,' said Joey, nodding. There was a long stretch of silence, in which both Y/N and Joey were immersed in their own thoughts.

Time ticked on by, and before long, gentle drops of rain fell from the sky, trickling down each of their faces, bringing them out their stupor.

Joey shook his head, looking up at the sky, the longer the rain falls, the stronger it would become.

Joey raised a hand, and gestured to the still-open door. 'You might as well come in, then. It's getting late.' He stated, moving away from the door, waiting until Y/N entered, then closing it.

All of a sudden, there was a loud thud downstairs, in the basement, and Joey muttered under his breath.

'Make yourself comfortable,' He said, gesturing to a nearby couch. 'I'll be back soon, I just have to sort out a few things.'

Y/N didn't know what 'sort out a few things' meant, but she didn't want to find out. As Joey walked toward the basement entrance, she settled down on the couch, playing with her hands, a nervous air settling around her.