twin are your reqs open…okay
Shellyreader x any forsaken character you like…ok
its okay if you cant write it….ok
If not shelly…yurireader….ok
Yes twin they’re open … ok
Next time gimme a little more context 🥹… ok
Idk much abt dandy’s world pls tell me if shes ooc .. ok
IM SORRY ITS KINDA SHORT AND REALLY LATE IDK MUCH ABT DANDY’S WORLD SORRY KVCVHJK … ok
"The one that got away." 007n7 x Shelly!Reader
Distractor.. Yet again, I hopped along, dodging swords and corruption.
Always went for me after Shedletshy!! It didn't matter who taunted them, they knew I was the stubbiest and smallest, therefore.. An easy target..
After a long round of.. Pain and exhausted small talk. We got a light break.
And all I could think was..
Am I being good enough?.. I basically don't do anything but.. Distract, yeah i was… a “big help” and i wont complain about it, i had finished Veeronica's antennas, extracting heavy swords out of her chest, the weights making my arms cramp up and burn.
“Good job everybody!” I’d exclaimed, my lone voice echoing throughout the cabin.. Not even a nod from anyone.. Just a simple grunt from Guest1337.. I shouldn't be so greedy.. They’ve been trying their best and I’m being so obnoxious.. Maybe it’s just me.
SECOND PERSON POV - [YN] SHELLY POV
You sat on the big couch near the fire, tugging on the straps of your overalls.
You felt tiny.. And insufficient compared to the others, and.. of course, forgettable.
Zoning out in this realm resulting in fuzzy vision and weird messages.. Maybe it was a reminder to keep you sharp minded.. But all you wanted.. Was to rest, you wanted to be held, you wanted someone to notice.. To see you.. Just for once.
“..Hey.” a weary voice called out, an seemingly unfamiliar voice that you’'ve only heard a handful of times.
“..I-..um..” you shuffled, blinking out of it, a tall Robloxion sitting a couple feet near you on the couch, rubbing his patched up arm, the old couch gently creaking under his weight.
“..I.. Don't think we’ve met before.” you smiled gently, scooting a little closer towards him, your stubby thighs brushing up against his a little bit.
Physically and mentally tired eyes looked back down at you, pink glasses on his face along with bits of stubble and facial hair he clearly gave up on shaving, a blue polo shirt and gray-ish cargo pants, but most importantly, a bunger hat on his head, his slightly hairy arms hugged his figure,
“I’m Shelly!” You smiled, pushing out a sweet tone even with the exhaustion eating you up inside.
“Shelly.” he began.. Snapping you right out of your act.
“..I… I don't know anyone here to put it bluntly. I’m quite notorious.” He breathed in through his teeth, leaning back, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I just.. Don't know anymore.. My life before all this was… miserable, but this is a different kind of torture.” He dumped out.. It seemed he was holding this all in since he got here.. Unable to tell it to anyone.. Except for..
The first person who didn't walk away.
He sat back up, his head in his hands, his glasses falling off, his posture stretched down slouching.
“This is karma, this is hell isn't it..?” He whispered.. Your nubby hands found his, holding it beside him, He looked up, his eyebrows furrowed, his hair fluffed up from when he was messing with. He adjusted his glasses to look down at you again, your eyes locking.
“..You, what's someone like you doing in a place like this?..”
“That’s what I'm trying to figure out for everyone in here.” you sighed out a gentle laugh, letting go of his hand.
“You don't even know me kid.” He sniffled.
“I think i know enough by now” You smiled cheek to cheek.
“..I wish i came to talk with you sooner..”
“F̵̣͈̻͒͝Ò̸̭̤̳̅͊͊͘'R̵̛̪̞͖̗̒Ǵ̷̡̩̙̗̖͊Ȇ̵̡̢̘̮̮̅Ț̷̦̙͐͊̿͘A̵̢̞͈̭̿̆̿͗̅B̴̫͛̈́̋Ľ̵͍͖͈̈́̚E̸̡̮͆̉̀͘̚”
“Y̵̲̱̺̑́̍Ớ̶͓̰Ů̵̪̑͝Ŗ̶͊̊͝Ę̶̑̄ ̸̯̥̆̀F̵̡͕͈̓͆̔Ò̵̙̤͂Ṟ̶̡̻̂̐G̶͍͙̹̈́̒͐E̶̲̞͑̈́͘T̸̝͑Ả̷̺B̴̭̾Ĺ̷͔̹͔͌E̶̢͍̅͗̕,̸̰̓ ̷̖̟͋́B̵̥͇̳̓Ȕ̷̢͎̙T̵̞̹͖̅ ̵̙̬̈́Ý̸̹̟ͅO̷̩͐̋̑Ǘ̵͍̳̯̽ ̵͕̟̏ͅW̷̪̭͊͝ͅO̵̡̗͗ͅN̶̟̳̿̓͝T̵̲̑̾̏ͅ ̵͎͗̈B̷̨̟̼̎Ȩ̴̉ ̵̳͎̍̋́F̶̨̎͆̋O̵̢̿͊R̷̤̀ ̴̥̑̈́L̵͕͇̀O̶̫͖͆͐Ń̵̻͙̝̽G̵̼̀ ̷̧́͜M̵̺͙̿̉̄ͅY̶̟̰͑̒̾ ̵̧͖̏̔̐D̴̖̜̎E̶̜̳͕̐̂A̴͖͑R̵͈̝̄,̴̩̀͜”
“ ̸͠ͅḬ̸̄'̶̹̍L̶̟̄L̸̖̎ ̸̰͐M̴̩͘A̴̭̿K̸̰̏Ě̸͚ ̷̜̽S̸̡͠Ù̵̪Ȓ̴̰E̶̲͐ ̶̧̆T̵͔̓H̷̖̚E̶̢͝Y̵̞͘'̸̣̚L̶͔͘L̸͇͘ ̶̟͛R̴̛̬É̸̘M̷͚͝Ë̴͍M̸̳͛B̶̘̓É̵̢R̵͚̒ ̵̦̂Y̸͌͜O̷̬͋U̷͚͗Ŕ̶͙ ̵͔̄N̴̼̈́A̵͈̒M̷̳̎Ḙ̷̽,̸̩̇ ̴̔ͅȒ̷͉E̶̼̕Ḿ̶̠E̷͓͘M̴͚̔B̴̗͒È̸̡Ř̷̘ ̶͍̾Y̵͈̽O̶̧̊U̸̙̓R̸̗͆ ̴̦̈́F̴̢̕Ȧ̷̱C̵̜͆E̶̦̓,̵͓̀ ̸̩̕R̶̞̅È̶̯M̸̖̑E̵͍̋M̸͇͠B̶̨̈́E̷̟̓R̶̖̓ ̸̟́T̸͍͌H̸͆ͅḚ̵͑ ̴̞̀K̶̙͂I̵͙͑N̶̼̿D̸͕̓N̶̡͑Ȇ̵̢Ŝ̶̡S̸̞̎ ̸̧̉T̴̢̍H̶̥͂È̵̼Y̸̪̌ ̸̛̙T̵̉͜O̴͕͆O̸̗͠Ǩ̷̢ ̷͙͌F̴̱̕O̷̻̍R̷̪̅ ̷̻̆G̴̯͂R̴̲̕Ả̴͔Ň̵̠T̵͓̕É̸̝D̵̨̒,̴̫̄ ̷̬̊Y̷̘̓O̴̼̎U̸̜͠'̵͖̐L̷̙̕L̷͔̉ ̷̠̑M̶̭̽A̶͉͝K̸̜̿E̷̝͑ ̴̼̅T̷̛̤Ḥ̸̆Ẻ̶̻M̷̢̄ ̷̻̌B̸̪͠E̶̗͐G̷̟̈́ ̵̯͋F̴͙͒O̶̩͑R̸͉̈ ̸͖̊T̵̡̀H̷̝̀A̴̻̿T̵̯̎ ̴̀ͅV̴̹͛E̷̡̚Ṟ̵͠S̵̠͑I̶̗͐Ö̵͙́Ń̸̦ ̴͇̍T̸̮͆O̷̱͠ ̷͊ͅC̶̤͛O̴̠̓M̸̨̑È̵̺ ̸͍̐B̵̤̄Ä̷̢́C̴̜͒K̷̠͛.
“ ̵̫̈́C̶̮͐O̷̼͗M̵͍̕Ě̷̫.̷̬̋ ̵̭̕B̸̫́E̵͕͘ ̵̈́ͅ'̶̜͝T̴̳͘W̸̜̅Í̷͍S̷͍̒T̸̥̓È̵͓D̶͍̃'̵̛͍ ̷̮͑W̷̡͆Ì̵͍T̴̜̅H̴̤̒ ̴͎́M̵͇̈́E̶͈͋ .̶̝̏”
“S̷̛̥H̷̙͠E̷͉̋L̵͍̑L̸͔̄Y̷͉̊.̶̦̀.”
