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    dave strider

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It was night time , which made things worse , sounds became louder and figures became scarier. The poor girl usually loved the superstitious feeling that would crawl up her shoulders in the middle of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight was filled with nothing but terror for she didn’t have a single clue to what was happening around her.


Dave Strider had completely flipped his shit.


It was a normal Thursday night for them, Dave had wandered to her apartment upstairs to keep her company, bringing demos of his latest sick beats and a twelve-pack of fruity flavoured alcohol [Name] never admitted to enjoying.

She had let him in, scolding the cardboard box of Bud-Light he carelessly dropped on the marbled island of her kitchen.


He’d given her a small side hug, which she returned; then made his way into her living room to play his newest songs on her stereo.


She would eye the drinks hesitantly, thinking that they tasted more like soda than liquor, but that it was the trick; You would drink a thousand and feel fine then end up blacked out on the roof of the local mall.


That hadn’t happened to her before.


Her refusal was in vain as Dave stepped back into the crowded kitchen, ripping open the colourful box and tossing her a can, the CD now playing at a loud volume.


As he pulled the tab on his own drink she followed along, hating herself for being drawn in by the sweet smell that graced her nose.


“Toast?” She asked as the boy across from her quirked a brow and smirked.


“Uh. . To my sick beats. . .and Irony.” [Name] giggled and they clashed their cans together before simultaneously knocking their heads back for a quick first shot.


She shuddered at the violently sweet flavour suddenly on her tongue, Dave simply smacking his lips and trailing back into the living room without giving the [h/c] girl a second glance.


[Name] stayed behind as she placed her guilty pleasure down on the table, walking over to the stranded box of the remaining beers, heaving them into her arms she carried them towards her refrigerator carefully by herself.


“Woah, thanks for the help.” she muttered as she attempted to open the door with the box still in her arms. Before she could pull the handle, a large crash sounded from the other side of her apartment, startling her and making her drop the cans that missed her feet by a few centimeters.


“Damn! What are you doing man? This isn’t a party, Dave!” [Name] yelled as she watched the cans escape their box in different directions. Sighing irritably, she crouched down and began collecting the small cans in her hands.


She then heard footsteps quickly making their way towards the kitchen once again, knowing well who it was, she didn’t bother to face him. But the strange change in atmosphere struck her odd, so she paused her collecting and waited for him to say something.


“Damn [Name], you sure do have a nice ass! Leave those lovely drinks down there and we can join ‘em if you wanna!”


Her eyes widened at his words, yet she remained facing away from him. Leaning on her heels to block Dave’s ‘view’ she glared at the can in her hand.


“Had these things gotten stronger?”




   




omg this sucks !!!! ;D

:icontricksterdaveplz: :icontricksterdaveplz: :icontricksterdaveplz:

im head over heels for dave sorry world

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omfg

I love Trickster Dave.

I should write yandere Trickster Dave omfg that'd just be... /sorry fangirling here in the corner