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Days as Dirk Day 16Days as dirkDays as Dirk Day 16 by w9rdsw9rdskri
Your name is Dirk Strider and you are asleep on your friend Karat’s couch. You just woke up to the lovely smell of French toast being cooked and you can hear karkat humming to himself. You stand up and stretch before walking over to the happy nurse.
“Good morning” Karkat stops humming and glances back at you.
“Morning, how did you sleep last night?” karkat keeps cooking and you sit down at the table.
“I slept really well. My chest hurts though...” karkat turns off the stove and sets two plates down on the table. Each had French toast and fruit on the side.
“I'll look at it after breakfast; do you remember anything from last night?” Karkat starts cutting up his French toast. And you start trying to get past the fuzzy parts of your memory to remember what had happened.
“I remember getting kicked out of a friend’s house… I can’t really remember what for. But I remember drinking and watching
(Dirk x Reader) The Phone(Dirk x Reader) The Phone by janicetheice
”Hi! This is [Name]! I’m currently not home, so leave a message after the ‘BEEP’ sound!”
“Uh, hey [Name]. This is Dirk. I just want you to know that I miss you”
Your voice mail has been sent
I put back the phone then lean back on the chair. It’s been two weeks since [Name]’s out of my life. I really miss her.
Ever since she’s gone, my life has been a wreck.
I never cleaned my apartment or moved her stuffs out. So that I can still remember her presence here. I stopped eating, and I’m sure I look like a living corpse. I stare at the empty ceiling, thinking of nothing.
That’s the thing that I’ve been feeling since she’s gone. I feel no pain anymore. The pain inside of me isn’t so painful anymore.
I lazily stand up and then walk to our room, well, it used to be our room. Kicking the smuppets out of the way, I force myself not to pass out. I remember