That Street Kid Thief Daydreamer (Dipper x Reader)

That Street Kid Thief Daydreamer (Dipper x Reader)

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Your name? (Y/N). Your last name? No idea. Your dad died 5 days before your birth and your mom 5 minutes after birth. You though your family had a thing with the number 5. You live in a abandoned movie theater with your Boss and 6 others. Your Boss found you when you had ran away from child care. That was 2 years ago, when you were 10, your 12 and trained. You know how to use a gun, throw a knife, slash a knife, stab with a knife, and all that stuff. Your boss sent you out to steal every other day. "Your the best I got." He says. When your not sneaking around your really clumsy. You go by lots of things; (Y/N), (N/N)(nickname), Thief, Daydreamer, and Dreamer. Why Daydreamer and Dreamer? Well you spend all the time you can sleeping and dreaming and in the day you Daydream.
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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