The Park (Vriska X Reader)

The Park (Vriska X Reader)

The Park. That's where you'll go. Okay, it might be cold and far too early in the morning to be bothering with fresh air, but you have a feeling that if you go and sit on a bench by the lake for a while, then it might clear your mind and help you think of something more productive to do.

Okay, who are you kidding; who wants to be productive? The park sells ice-cream. Ice-cream is good for tiredness, so to the park you shall go. As you walk, you pull out your headphones and plug them into your phone, hoping to blast away some of the tiredness with some loud music, walking in beat with the music, tapping your feet slightly, humming along, your fingertips drumming on fenceposts as you moved past them, really not giving a shit about the strange looks that you were receiving. You were pretty tempted to yell something about freedom, but thought better of it. Someone would probably mistake you for an angry protester and lock you in their basement. Okay, now you have no idea where your mind is going. Quite frankly, you don't care.

Shuffle-dancing over to the park entrance, you stuff the earphones back into your pocket and decide to walk a lap of the lake before going to sit on the swings with an ice-cream, so you set off around the flat, glassy water, ducks bobbing on its surface, swans gliding gracefully between them, picking up scraps of bread that had been tossed in for them, occasionally getting into brief squabbles over the food, the lake disturbed by movement before settling back to its mirror-like state. Drawing in a deep breath, you made an attempt to wake up a little more, swinging your arms in a way that was probably far too exaggerated as you moved, running a hand through your (hc) hair as the wind tossed it to the side, laughing a little, completing the lap and making the decision to go on a mission for ice-cream. Sighing as you fail to locate any reliable source of ice-cream, you begin to make your way over to the swings, kicking the ground in your irritation at the lack of food. Okay, that probably wasn't such a good idea. Note to self: Ground hurts.

Back at the swings, you have currently began to curse rather violently in your head. All the swings are otherwise occupied, taken up by a large group of human-beings of the male variety, laughing and jeering at something on one of their phone screens. Based off the way they are laughing, you resolve that it probably involves naked things of some sort, and you turn to walk away, hoping that they didn't catch sight of you, but no.

"Hey, you!" Oh shit. "You look lonely over there!" Here it comes. "Why don't you come over here and join us?" For the love of Cake, why. Looking over at them, trying to put on a bored expression, you sigh loudly, and call back.

"Hmm. I'm fine over here actually." You silently willed them to leave you alone. Like that was going to happen. The guy in the middle of the group stood up from his perch on the swings and walked over to you and plopped his arm around your neck, causing you to flinch and try to pull away, wanting anything other than to be there at this point of time. Clenching your fists, you open your mouth to speak, but are interrupted by a loud voice.

"So-o-orry boys, but this one's mine." The first thing you noticed that the voice was evidently female, drawing out the 'o's in 'sorry', giving her speech an interesting tone. From where you stood, you couldn't catch sight of her at first, but as the guy who had his arm around your shoulder chuckled and stepped away, you were able to turn and get a view of the speaker.

As you had previously suspected, she was female, tall and confident in posture, one hand balanced on her hip. Wavy blonde hair fell around her shoulders, the ends dyed blue, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, screening vividly blue eyes, fringed with dark makeup, her body clothed in a simple sleeveless shirt and jeans, smirking widely at the person beside you. The boy laughed once more, the amusement seemingly shared by the others, who still sat on the swings, watching on in anticipation. Stepping slightly out of the way, you couldn't help but make a note to yourself about the fact that the female that had saved you from exposure to pictures that you probably didn't want to see was rather attractive. Great job, ____. You're making this whole thing seem like some sort of cliché movie scene.

"Well, if it isn't Spiderbitch!" The boy regarded the blonde with a look of confidence, as if he knew her well, and was countered almost immediately.

"Spiderbitch? Haven't heard that one for a while, King Douche." There was a chorus of 'oohs' from the people on the swings, and you watched the so-called Spiderbitch confront King Douche, leering at him with her unnaturally blue eyes. "So, I'm a Spiderbitch then?" King douche snorted loudly.

"Well, what else would you be? You're a creepy little insect."

"How about I tell you a little fact about spiders then?" A dangerous glint lit in the blonde's gaze, and she took a step towards King Douche, her voice dropping to a low, threatening tone, her smirk becoming almost predatory. "The female black widow spider is twice the size of the male, and will often resort to cannibalism. She will simply bite off the male's head..." You couldn't help but feel slightly scared as she moved closer still. "...Then eat them whole." With those words, the girl lunged forwards with surprising speed and snapped her teeth against the male's neck, a loud screech emitting from his mouth as he jerked away violently, leaving the blonde grinning at him.

"S-She just bit me!" He called out loudly, clamping a hand against his neck. "Y-You're a psycho!" The disbelief was clear in his eyes, as he snapped around wildly, his gaze falling back onto the girl, who simply spoke in a bored tone.

"If you're going to call me stuff- then expect me to live up to it." Blinking once more, the group of males on the swings stood up and walked swiftly off, 'Spiderbitch' waving teasingly at them as they left, her eyes still flashing with the dangerous light as you hesitantly approached her.

"Uhm, thankyou... for getting rid of them..." You clasped and unclasped your hands into fists by your sides awkwardly as the girl swept you up and down with a scrutinising gaze.

"No problem! They had it aaall coming for them anyway!" She reached up and ran a pale-skinned hand through the blue-dyed hair. "They're all so-o-o melodramatic anyway- it was only a little nip!" Laughing at her own statement, the girl crossed her arms, silence descending onto the two of you.

"Anyway, I-I think I'll get going now..." You dipped your head at her slightly, and began to walk away, but were interrupted as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back, a low voice whispering right by your ear.

"Where do you think you're going? I meant what I said before. You flew right into the web of Vriska Serket, little butterfly." You stiffened up slightly, then relaxed as the girl, Vriska, unwrapped her arms from you and took your hand in hers. "You're mine, and that means we have to get coffee."

Okay, Maybe you could get used to this.