[Brainrot after seeing so much Robin/Boothill comics]
Can you imagine sitting in the dinner table, being the middle sibling of Sunday and Robin. Hesitantly, she brings up that she is seeing someone. In denial, Sunday asks "Seeing in a hallucination sense or a romantic endeavor?"
That one comment made Robin scoff. "Brother, I am not so easily swayed by delusions; I'm more in tune with the beat of life. Which is to say, yes, of course I meant I'm dating someone!"
"What?! Who is this scoundre—"
"Boothill." You deadpan. "His name is Boothill. Shark teeth. Galaxy Ranger. Wanted by the IPC."
"Is shark teeth really the first thing you comment on?!" Both Sunday and Robin reacts, though for entirely different reasons.
Robin pouts. "You don't get to make a cheeky remark like that when your boyfriend barks!"
...
The table falls silent.
"(Y/n)'s boyfriend— What? When? WHO?!"
... If your boyfriend is a dog, your brother might as well be an owl with how much he asked "who?" Needless to say, The Oak family now has to worry about two dark-red themed gentlemen with a penchant for alcohol.
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hellooooo r you still doing the song thing?? if so then I think “I’d Rather Sleep” by Kero Kero Bonito n Gallagher would go so well togetherr like y’know that one bit “Now I know what’s real, what’s fake” as in like if you’ve finished 2.1 (sorry if I spoil it) but like reader realising that he’s not who he actually is n like… stuff.
u don’t have to do this because I’m terrible at describing things and just talking in general so sorry if this was hard to understand 😭😭
contains both 2.1 n 2.2 spoilers
Nahhhh i had to do this bc the song rlly fits that part when he reveals himself, although it gives me some omori vibes... like not omori but when those anime or rpg games whr the mc opens their eyes from a nightmare. I envision u as the trailblazer to just open their eyes one day upon waking up in penacony's golden hour during one of the days that led up to him 'attacking' Sunday. Ever since the murder of Robin, u've slowly picked up certain things that Gallagher says but seems offputting or out of place, such as how
"Sometimes I have to make sure my pet keeps the right people together."
"Not quite sure what my pet likes to eat... Y/n you have any ideas?"
It's something that slips off his lips under a mutter or even during your convos together. The thing is you find it odd whenever you ask about it, like what type of pet is it, did he get a new dog? A hard to please cat?
He'll just tells you that "Hey, someday you'll find out." and just continues on with whatever he's doing. Leaving the conversation high and dry.
Then it all comes to that day when he visits Sunday, you followed him in stealth, creeping in the shadows of his surroundings and whatnot to get to know what's up with him today. Honestly... curiosity killed the cat.
Good for you, congratulations!
The horror that left your lips as you watch that dark dagger pierce through the body of the Oak Family's leader, watching him fall lifelessly to the ground before bubbles of his lifeform disperse into the air. Hearing the clink coming from the lighter in the bartender's hand, you sprinted, sprinted down the corridor and made turns left and right, bursting through doors one after the other.
Legs stumbling and muscles burning, you dashed forward one last time, passing through those tall statues but he grabs onto your wrist.
Oh it felt so wrong, looking into his eyes felt so wrong now. Whatever you had once imagined, had longed for had yearned for in those brown orbs.
"Y/n."
It's silent now, errily silent. His grip tightens. It's too silent for your liking in this empty hall.
Your name comes out of his lips, now dripping in urgency? Your ragged breath telling him that you're at your limits, you're burning out soon.
"Let me go!" You yank your hand off his tight hold but he just wouldn't let it go. Only for him to pull you into a tight hug as he cradles the back of your head. Gallagher at this point knew that he must tell you what's going on, why is he doing this. Otherwise, leaving you out that door could not only cause him to be on the run, but to also lose that faith and trust you had in him. All he can do now is hush your panicked form, feeling your trembling body within his embrace whilst tears stream down your face in fear.
Is he going to call that thing to kill you?
Perhaps you now know what is real, and what is fake. Or more like
Who is real, and who is fake?
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