Dave Miller X reader: In which Dave and the author both embarrass themselves (Bad Ending [for you, at least. Dave's having a great time])
I promised I would write the Bad Ending to This One-shot Here if anyone asked me about it. Well, I got the request from @pudimbot to finish it like 3 weeks ago and I'm sorry it took so long I kept forgetting about it :(
Anyway, here you go, have fun walking right into danger :P
(Context is in the original fic since this is just a change to the ending)
As you pack up your things to leave, Dave slides a note over to you and shuffles off. He hangs by the doorway a moment, watching to see if you’ll read it and then scurries away.
You unfold the piece of paper.
‘meet me outside freddy’s at 7’
Wait... what? Was that why he’d been so awkward the last few days? There’s no way this guy had feelings for you, right? Ok, maybe that was a bit presumptuous. Asking to meet up could really mean anything.
You feel a gaze on the back of your neck and realize Dave is still behind you. You shove the note in your pocket and head home. Once there you do some chores, make yourself dinner and settle down to watch TV. It’s almost seven when you remember the note in your pocket. You take it out and reread it.
“Maybe I’m overthinking...” Dave did seem pretty harmless. It was kinda hard to be intimidated by a guy who has days where he’s scared of his own shadow. Against your better judgment, you head back to the pizzeria.
It’s getting dark out by the time you arrive. As you pull into the parking space you spot a tall, skinny someone sneaking around the side.
“Hey Dave.” You call.
The figure perks up and scuttles over to you. “You came.” He says, stepping into the light of a street lamp. He peeks at the inside of your car. “And alone. Good.” He chuckles nervously and his voice rises in pitch. “I was, well, I was gonna tell you to come alone but uh... glad to see you already were doing that.”
“Yeah.” That wasn’t weird or anything. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know. I haven't been on a date in...” He counts on his fingers and quickly hides them behind his back. “A while... heh, a bit of a long while.”
“A...a date?”
“Well, yes? I mean clearly you have feelings for me, saying I rescued you, sharing your lunch, you know.”
“That was just being nice.”
Dave’s eyes go wide with disappointment. “What?” He shakes himself. “Never mind that. Where do you work? Or, um, what do you do for a living? That’s less creepy, right?”
“I work at Freddy’s, Dave. Same as you.”
“Woah, uh... really?” He tugs at his collar. “Th-that’s crazy me too.”
“We only know each other because we’re co-workers.”
Dave gives another nervous chuckle. “Yeah... yeah I know. Uh I used to be a mechanic, actually and before that I slept under a bridge.”
“You what?”
“Yeah everyone assumes I’m either crazy or on drugs, well, I don’t have money for drugs or a psychologist so, you know!” He throws his hands up in an anxious shrug.
You nod unsteadily. “Right...”
He scuffs the ground with his shoe and stares at the sidewalk. His eyes dart around, as if he's intensely studying the cracks in the pavement. “You, uhh, want to come inside?”
You shrug. “Ok.”
Dave leads you in via the side door and closes it behind you. It’s too dark to see anything back here. You can hear Dave tripping on himself. “Sorry, sorry. Just looking for the light switch.”
He hums nervously to himself while you stand in total darkness. Your eyes slowly adjust, but it’s so cluttered backstage that you still can’t make much out. Your nose wrinkles as a nasty smell comes up behind you. You don’t need to feel the breath on your neck to figure out who it is. But before you can scoot out of Dave’s way, a pair of bony hands clap over your face.
It’s hard to tell what happened the next few minutes, but by the time your head clears, you’ve been tied to a chair with duct tape on your wrists. Dave leans on a nearby table, grinning at you. It’s not an evil grin, more of a shy, dorky pride. What?
“Sorry about that.” He says sheepishly. “I just got nervous, you know? Not really used to this. Anyway, where were we?”
“Wh-wha?”
“Hmm? Oh I just need to feel like I’m in total control of a situation in order to feel safe.” He giggles shyly before he hops up on the table and gently kicks his legs over the edge. “So, tell me a little about yourself.”
“Is... is this an interrogation?”
He tilts his head. “What? No! It’s a date! I mean, here we are, alone together, talking, spending time together. There’s probably leftover food here if that would be better for you.”
“Wait... did you kidnap me?!”
He waves his hands defensively. “Oh no, no, no! Trust me, I know a thing or two about kidnapping and I can tell you this is not that. Well, ok, this is kinda like that I can see why you’d think that, but I’ll let you go once the date is over!”
You're in disbelief.
"Trust me, trust me. You're not in any danger, not as long as we're both having a good time. You, uhh... want some pizza? There's leftovers in he kitchen." He hops down from the table and scurries off like an anxious host trying to make you happy and not like you're tied to a chair, stuck with him whether you want to be or not.
A few minuets later, Dave comes back with a leftover pizza and some lemonade. He cuts one of your hands free and tapes the other to the leg of the chair. "See? This is a proper date. I mean, that's what teenagers do, right? Oh! That's it. We're just a pair of silly teenage hoodlums trespassing and stealing and not treading on work time. Isn't that more fun?"
"You think teenagers trespass and steal as a fun date idea?"
"I mean... yeah? I did it as a kid... ok I was actually thirteen when I committed my first arson, but no one ever caught me!"
You blink slowly. "You committed arson while on a date?"
"Huh?" He tilts his head at you. "Oh, no I never went on any dates as a teenager. All the girls at my school thought I was too ugly. Which, well," He glances at his dishevelled uniform that he's probably been sleeping in for a week. "I don't blame them. Cleaned up a bit in uni but then I had a... well, a workplace accident and lost my job and then I started sleeping under a bridge for a few months and then became a mechanic and then got hired here." He grins like just told an embarrassing secret.
He roughly clears his throat and sits on the table again. "So, uh, eat your pizza and why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
So, you’ve just gotta survive ‘date night’ and you’ll be fine. Hopefully.
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