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(WARNING: OOCness)
I looked up, my eyes meeting some dark, pointy shades and a stoic expression. I looked a bit farther up, and saw some spiky blond hair. My parents slowed to a stop, and I noticed my daddy had hidden his knife. “Give us the little girl. Trust me; you don’t know where that bitch has been. You don’t want to be holding her too close. You might catch something.” My mommy stated, holding her hand out to the man. He looked down at me, and I sniffled, tears filling up my (e/c) eyes at the thought of going home to my death. He sighed, showing more emotion than he had all night, and looked at my parents.
“I'm sorry, but I don’t think that would be very cool of me, ironically or otherwise.” He replied, coolly. My dad growled and reached for the knife. In the time it took him to draw the knife, the man set me down, and disappeared, then reappeared at my side. When I looked at my daddy, I saw the knife was gone and he had a cut on his cheek.
I was then picked up, and the guy did something I didn’t quite understand. He stepped, and then everything was a blur until we were outside an apartment. I looked around, not recognizing my surroundings. He entered an apartment, going up to the top floor, before once again setting me down, this time drawing a sword. He opened the door cautiously, looking around. I was confused, but followed him when he relaxed. I approached him, looking around the apartment, before tugging gently on the hem of his shirt. He turned his eyes to me, and I stared into his shades. “What's your name? I'm (y/n), but mommy and daddy just call me slut and whore and bitch.” I told him matter-of-factly, and he looked stunned. Or, as stunned as a super stoic guy like him could look.
“Well, (y/n), it’s nice to meet you. I'm Dirk Strider. And my brother, Dave, should be around here somewhere.” He replied, and I nodded. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, in my opinion. But mommy and daddy said I wasn’t allowed to have opinions, so I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to upset this man, Dirk. I followed him around the house, only stopping when he stopped in front of another blond male, who I assumed was Dave. He certainly looked a lot like Dirk…
“Dave, I want you to meet (y/n). She’s going to be staying with us for a while, because her parents were assholes that beat her.” Dirk stated calmly, confirming that the mysterious male was indeed Dave. Dave only nodded, before getting back to whatever he was doing. Dirk walked off, leaving me to my own devices. I watched as Dave did some stuff on a complicated looking table. I was curious, but didn’t wanna get hit or yelled at so I watched from a few feet as he did whatever he was doing. He must’ve felt my (e/c) eyes on him because he turned around, and I shrunk back, thinking I had done something wrong. He looked at me, then back at the table thing he was working at, and then back at me.
“…do you want to see what I'm doing?” he asked, and I nodded timidly. He went over to me, picked me up, and walked back over to the table, sitting me in his lap. I noticed some buttons and switches, as well as some disk like things. I timidly pushed a button, and music suddenly started playing. Dave watched me as I hesitantly pushed buttons and flicked switches, before creating a melody I liked. He tapped his fingers I time to the beat, before turning me towards him. “Do you know what this is?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Nuh uh. My mommy and daddy said I wasn’t allowed to know anything. So I was banned from asking questions and going to school.” I told him, and he let his stoic facade drop. His jaw fell with his act, and he stared at me.
Feeling like I had done something wrong, I looked down, hiding my face in my hands. I expected to be hit, but all that I felt were two arms wrapping around me. He petted my hair and rubbed my back, as if trying to comfort me. It worked, and I let myself look back up, hoping he wasn’t aiming to hit my face. He wasn’t. He just kissed my head, and my eyes closed. I hadn’t felt this loved in… in my whole life! It was very different than what I was used to, and I was enjoying it. He turned me back around to face the table thing, before explaining it to me.
I eagerly soaked up the information, excited to finally learn something. When he was explaining how to operate it, I looked at him, or more accurately, his glasses, and decided that I wanted to know what was under them. Eaten up with curiosity, I grabbed his sunglasses and pulled them off his face, staring into his widening red eyes. He closed his eyes, as if trying to hide the ruby irises, but I had already seen them. I put my hand on my cheek, and he looked at me, and I thought I sensed some fear in his expression. “…Your eyes are pretty.” I told him, before handing him his glasses back. I got out of his lap and ran around, trying to find Dirk.
When I did, I saw he was watching an odd cartoon. I didn’t pay it much attention, because they were speaking in a funny language, favoring turning to the man who found me instead. Steeling what little nerves I had, I tugged on his pant leg. “Dirk? Do you have the same pretty eyes as Dave?” I asked, and his head whipped around to face me. Too fast, seeing as his glasses fell off, revealing not red, but sunset orange irises. I smiled, before handing his pointy glasses back to him. “They aren’t the same, but your eyes are pretty too!” I beamed, relaxing considerably. I knew neither Dirk nor Dave would hurt me intentionally.

-Timeskip brought to you by flash stepping-

I giggled as I followed Dirk and Dave around the store. They had taken me in permanently. Instead of (l/n), my last name was Strider. I liked the ring of (y/n) Strider much more than (y/n) (l/n). To honor family tradition, it was decided that I was going to get a cool pair of shades today. I was really excited. I would be just like my big brothers!
As we walked around, I heard an unfamiliar voice call Dave's name. Dave turned around and I hid behind Dirk's legs when a raven haired boy approached us. He had wild hair and glasses, with buck teeth and sapphire blue eyes. Dave nodded at him, greeting him with a cool ‘sup’, Dirk following suit. That's when I was noticed by the blue eyed boy who kneeled down to my level, smiling gently. “Now who are you?” he asked gently. I looked at my brothers, who nodded at me. I looked back at him, and smiled.
“I'm (y/n). (Y/n) Strider. And I'm getting my cool Strider shades today.” I stated proudly. “Oh? Well I'm John Egbert. It’s nice to meet you, (y/n).” he replied, ruffling my hair. I giggled, rather enjoying the attention. He looked at my brothers and got up “Well, I’ll let you guys finish your little shopping trip. It was nice seeing you.”
“Yup. See you, Egderp.”
And with that, John was gone. We looked around for sometimes, trying to find the perfect pair of sunglasses for me, but nothing was perfect. After what seemed like forever, we finally found them. They were round, with a (f/c) frame around the lenses. When I put them on, they fit perfectly. When Dirk and Dave saw how excited I was, they immediately bought them for me.
“Now (y/n), you have to remember that these will help protect you from the outside world. But inside our little apartment, we want your shades off. There’s nothing to hide from anymore. Ok?” Dirk explained, and I nodded, before coming up with a compromise.
“Ok big brother, but under one condition.”
“What's that?”
“Both you and Dave have to take your shades off to we’re home, otay?” I asked, giving them both puppy dog eyes. They looked at each other, and then back at me.
“Alright, Sis. But for you and for you only.” Dave stated, picking me up. I grinned and nuzzled into his warm chest. I never regretted leaving my mommy and daddy, not once. I was happy with my new family, my new home, and my new life. I loved everything, and had never been happier. I wouldn't change anything for the world.

~FIN~

Description
(WARNING: OOCness)
I looked up, my eyes meeting some dark, pointy shades and a stoic expression. I looked a bit farther up, and saw some spiky blond hair. My parents slowed to a stop, and I noticed my daddy had hidden his knife. “Give us the little girl. Trust me; you don’t know where that bitch has been. You don’t want to be holding her too close. You might catch something.” My mommy stated, holding her hand out to the man. He looked down at me, and I sniffled, tears filling up my (e/c) eyes at the thought of going home to my death. He sighed, showing more emotion than he had all night, and looked at my parents.
“I'm sorry, but I don’t think that would be very cool of me, ironically or otherwise.” He replied, coolly. My dad growled and reached for the knife. In the time it took him to draw the knife, the man set me down, and disappeared, then reappeared at my side. When I looked at my daddy, I saw the knife was gone and he had a cut on his cheek.
I was then picked up, and the guy did something I didn’t quite understand. He stepped, and then everything was a blur until we were outside an apartment. I looked around, not recognizing my surroundings. He entered an apartment, going up to the top floor, before once again setting me down, this time drawing a sword. He opened the door cautiously, looking around. I was confused, but followed him when he relaxed. I approached him, looking around the apartment, before tugging gently on the hem of his shirt. He turned his eyes to me, and I stared into his shades. “What's your name? I'm (y/n), but mommy and daddy just call me slut and whore and bitch.” I told him matter-of-factly, and he looked stunned. Or, as stunned as a super stoic guy like him could look.
“Well, (y/n), it’s nice to meet you. I'm Dirk Strider. And my brother, Dave, should be around here somewhere.” He replied, and I nodded. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, in my opinion. But mommy and daddy said I wasn’t allowed to have opinions, so I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to upset this man, Dirk. I followed him around the house, only stopping when he stopped in front of another blond male, who I assumed was Dave. He certainly looked a lot like Dirk…
“Dave, I want you to meet (y/n). She’s going to be staying with us for a while, because her parents were assholes that beat her.” Dirk stated calmly, confirming that the mysterious male was indeed Dave. Dave only nodded, before getting back to whatever he was doing. Dirk walked off, leaving me to my own devices. I watched as Dave did some stuff on a complicated looking table. I was curious, but didn’t wanna get hit or yelled at so I watched from a few feet as he did whatever he was doing. He must’ve felt my (e/c) eyes on him because he turned around, and I shrunk back, thinking I had done something wrong. He looked at me, then back at the table thing he was working at, and then back at me.
“…do you want to see what I'm doing?” he asked, and I nodded timidly. He went over to me, picked me up, and walked back over to the table, sitting me in his lap. I noticed some buttons and switches, as well as some disk like things. I timidly pushed a button, and music suddenly started playing. Dave watched me as I hesitantly pushed buttons and flicked switches, before creating a melody I liked. He tapped his fingers I time to the beat, before turning me towards him. “Do you know what this is?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Nuh uh. My mommy and daddy said I wasn’t allowed to know anything. So I was banned from asking questions and going to school.” I told him, and he let his stoic facade drop. His jaw fell with his act, and he stared at me.
Feeling like I had done something wrong, I looked down, hiding my face in my hands. I expected to be hit, but all that I felt were two arms wrapping around me. He petted my hair and rubbed my back, as if trying to comfort me. It worked, and I let myself look back up, hoping he wasn’t aiming to hit my face. He wasn’t. He just kissed my head, and my eyes closed. I hadn’t felt this loved in… in my whole life! It was very different than what I was used to, and I was enjoying it. He turned me back around to face the table thing, before explaining it to me.
I eagerly soaked up the information, excited to finally learn something. When he was explaining how to operate it, I looked at him, or more accurately, his glasses, and decided that I wanted to know what was under them. Eaten up with curiosity, I grabbed his sunglasses and pulled them off his face, staring into his widening red eyes. He closed his eyes, as if trying to hide the ruby irises, but I had already seen them. I put my hand on my cheek, and he looked at me, and I thought I sensed some fear in his expression. “…Your eyes are pretty.” I told him, before handing him his glasses back. I got out of his lap and ran around, trying to find Dirk.
When I did, I saw he was watching an odd cartoon. I didn’t pay it much attention, because they were speaking in a funny language, favoring turning to the man who found me instead. Steeling what little nerves I had, I tugged on his pant leg. “Dirk? Do you have the same pretty eyes as Dave?” I asked, and his head whipped around to face me. Too fast, seeing as his glasses fell off, revealing not red, but sunset orange irises. I smiled, before handing his pointy glasses back to him. “They aren’t the same, but your eyes are pretty too!” I beamed, relaxing considerably. I knew neither Dirk nor Dave would hurt me intentionally.

-Timeskip brought to you by flash stepping-

I giggled as I followed Dirk and Dave around the store. They had taken me in permanently. Instead of (l/n), my last name was Strider. I liked the ring of (y/n) Strider much more than (y/n) (l/n). To honor family tradition, it was decided that I was going to get a cool pair of shades today. I was really excited. I would be just like my big brothers!
As we walked around, I heard an unfamiliar voice call Dave's name. Dave turned around and I hid behind Dirk's legs when a raven haired boy approached us. He had wild hair and glasses, with buck teeth and sapphire blue eyes. Dave nodded at him, greeting him with a cool ‘sup’, Dirk following suit. That's when I was noticed by the blue eyed boy who kneeled down to my level, smiling gently. “Now who are you?” he asked gently. I looked at my brothers, who nodded at me. I looked back at him, and smiled.
“I'm (y/n). (Y/n) Strider. And I'm getting my cool Strider shades today.” I stated proudly. “Oh? Well I'm John Egbert. It’s nice to meet you, (y/n).” he replied, ruffling my hair. I giggled, rather enjoying the attention. He looked at my brothers and got up “Well, I’ll let you guys finish your little shopping trip. It was nice seeing you.”
“Yup. See you, Egderp.”
And with that, John was gone. We looked around for sometimes, trying to find the perfect pair of sunglasses for me, but nothing was perfect. After what seemed like forever, we finally found them. They were round, with a (f/c) frame around the lenses. When I put them on, they fit perfectly. When Dirk and Dave saw how excited I was, they immediately bought them for me.
“Now (y/n), you have to remember that these will help protect you from the outside world. But inside our little apartment, we want your shades off. There’s nothing to hide from anymore. Ok?” Dirk explained, and I nodded, before coming up with a compromise.
“Ok big brother, but under one condition.”
“What's that?”
“Both you and Dave have to take your shades off to we’re home, otay?” I asked, giving them both puppy dog eyes. They looked at each other, and then back at me.
“Alright, Sis. But for you and for you only.” Dave stated, picking me up. I grinned and nuzzled into his warm chest. I never regretted leaving my mommy and daddy, not once. I was happy with my new family, my new home, and my new life. I loved everything, and had never been happier. I wouldn't change anything for the world.

~FIN~