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Comic book boy

Summary:

Bidibidibidi…

Moving isn’t easy, especially when you move to buttfuck Long Island! There’s nothing to do, until you stumble into an old, run down comic shop, you meet a group of…interesting…guys

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You had recently moved into a small town, just off the coast of Long Island. You and your mom were finally settling in, unpacking all your boxes and getting to decorating the house nicely. Your mother did most of the work, but of course you were there to help when you could. After all, summer was almost over, and why would you not spend it exploring! You excitedly grab your messenger bag and slip your shoes and light coat on. It gets chilly pretty early on in this town. You slip out the door, not before saying bye to your mom. You wander and wander, hoping to come across something cool in this new town.

 

But…to no avail. This new town was….bleak, to say the most. The same, old-looking houses lined each street, with the end-of-summer trees just starting to turn orange scattered everywhere. The whole town didn’t seem to have much. A supermarket here, a gas station there, pretty much whatever you could expect from a small, east coast town. Your feet drag across the sidewalk as you pass more and more of houses that look almost the same. This felt like a ghost town! You shut your eyes and turn your head up to the sky.

“How am I gonna stand living here…” you mumble to yourself, before cluelessly almost being trampled by two boys, running right at you!

“What the fuck!” You say as you jump out of the way, watching the two boys yell and shove each other. One boy had messy brown hair with glasses, while the other had his hair tied in a ponytail and was the opposite of thin.

“What…what the hell was that?” The two boys run off into the distance, their insults still being heard as they round the corner. You stare blankly at them. Maybe this town was a little interesting?

Out of sheer curiosity, you run behind the two, leaving distance, of course, as to not be noticed. As they turn the corner, they push and shove each other through the doors of a building that looks almost run down. Oh, it’s a comic shop? A place called “joes fantasy world” kind of has…other connotations, which would be why you didn’t bother going in there.

After you watch the boys practically break the door down trying to get in, you wait for a minute before walking in.

You push the door open and are greeted by a hoard of people crowded around the two hollering boys. Your presence is barely even acknowledged. Perfect! Your eyes dart around the shop, taking in all the odd things you see around. But the scent was…interesting, to say the least. You walk into an aisle of the small store and start looking at some action figures they have on the shelf. Sweet! They’ve got Pokemon cards!

Just as you are reaching on a shelf to grab a pack of Pokemon cards, you feel like you’re being…watched? The comic store got weirdly quiet as you turn around and are greeted by everybodies eyes on you.

“Uh…” your head starts to feel hot as you stand there nervously, wondering if you look funny or if you’ve done something wrong. You place the Pokemon cards back and start to make your way into another aisle, ducking behind a shelf.

*what the fuck was that?!* you think to yourself. The comic book shop slowly starts to come back to life with mindless chatter about power scaling their favorite superheros. You go back to grab the pack of Pokemon cards and spin back around, when you bump straight into another person.

“Oh-I’m sorry!” You say apologetically, already anxious from the weird stares you got before.

“Bidibidibidi….” You hear mumbled from the person you walked into. You look up and are greeted by a tall, lanky blonde boy, looking down at you.

“Um….hi?” You say, wondering if this guy is trying to be some twiki ripoff. You put your head down and rush to the cash register, just wanting to leave this place! You place your Pokémon card packs down and hand the man behind the register a $5 bill. You check out and get the hell out of there as fast as you can!

“What a weird store….” You say as you leave and begin to walk back to your house.