Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

Part 4

"Now get some sleep.. try not to think about that dumb fuck chasing you again." They pat my shoulder.
"They do that to you? Dream me will beat their ass, got it?" Y/n grinned at me again. I felt like I could rely on them for that.
"Got it." I nodded my head.
"Good.. I'll cya in the morning, Bomby boy," Y/n said as they began making their way back to their room.

"Goodnight.." I said, even though they were too far to hear me. It felt as if a bit of weight was taken off my shoulders. Could this be the person that I could ask for help? To go to? Just like they said..?

I guess I'll have to do the same for them.

(Timeskip to morning time!!)

Y/n's pov.

It was morning now, and I was cooking in the kitchen of course. I didn't remember much of what happened earlier.. but I did hope I got Whitty to trust me a bit more.

Looks over my shoulder, there stood Whitty.
"HOLY SHIT- Whitty?? When did you get there??" I questioned as I flipped the pancake that almost burned.
"I smelled food.. Sorry for scaring you.." The 8'11 ft bomb said, peeking around the corner.
"Nah don't worry about it, Whits. Its almost done anyway!" I smiled at him nicely. He nodded and sat down at the table, having to slouch to reach yet again.

Yeah.. he definitely seemed a bit more social today. I'd most likely be the one to approach him or start the conversation, but today he was the one who came to me.

I guess thats one thing so far..

"You hungry?" I questioned him before feeling stupid as hell. He looked at me strangely.
"Wait wait i know.. Stupid question" I shook my head and began putting the food on the plate.

"Just DONT try to eat the plate this time. Its dangerous and not healthy," I said before setting the plate and some juice on the table.
"...got it" He nodded.

I looked away for two seconds. TWO FUCKING SECONDS, and the food on his plate was gone.
Felt bad for whoever challenged this man to an eating contest..

I began making my plate and took a seat with him too. Maybe.. just maybe he'd be willing to have a conversation?

"Ay Whitty" I looked up at him and he turns his gaze to me.
"Since we're friends now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" I grinned and rest my head in the palm of my hand.
His face flushed a bit at the word 'friends'.
"W-well, there's not much to know about me." He shrugged, mimicking my actions of resting his head in the palm of his hand.
"How old are you? Have any family?" I started off.
"Well.. im 20 years old.. I don't have any family, but there were some people I was created with. I don't remember their names, its a hazey memory." He began.
"Created? So you weren't 'born' or anything?" I raised a brow at that.
"Nope, no parents. Created in a facility." He explained to me.

Hm.. interesting facts.

"Another question!" I sat up straight now, clasping my hands together and leaning over the table. He nodded to show he was listening, leaning in as well.

"How the hell did you get so tall?" I said in a serious voice. His brows furrowed as he leans back before his face changed, seemingly trying to get an answer.
He raised a finger as if he was gonna say something, but nothing came out.(☝😦)
"What boy? You chugged gallons of milk when you were a kid or something?" I leaned over the table.
"I.. Ah. I genuinely don't know.. When I was made, I was 5 ft tall.. i guess it kinda just went from there?" He shrugged with a nervous expression.
"Eh. Good enough" I ended up going with it.

"So.. your past. You're being chased by Mr "Soft Fuzzy Man" yeah? What's your story?" I then asked, but regretted it. If only his already nervous expression couldn't get any worse. I began to sweat a bit.
"Woah woah, you don't have to tell me-" I stopped mid sentence when whitty looked up at me, staring me directly in the eye.

"Its only fair. Not only did you become my friend, but you also saved me," Whitty huffed out, closing his eyes with a slight tint of red on his face. It took him a few seconds to get his thoughts together. He opened his eyes again and began

(None of this is the real lore, but if sock ever does tell us more on the lore of Updyke and Whitty, ill change this!)

"Well it all started off a few years ago.. It was all normal, and just a little friendly hatred between me and that cloud guy, Updyke. We never truly hated each other, but we did get into a bunch of fights. I'd explode quite frequently, either out of anger, or just defense. Then one day.. we went our own ways. I became a rockstar, and he became some weird.. leader?" Whitty explains to me. He paused for a few seconds before continuing.

"He works as a person that destroys "creatures" like me, has a whole task force and everything.. Since I was getting a little bit famous as a rockstar, it made them find me easier." Whitty went on with the story.

"That i had to leave behind, and I began hiding away from everyone, only singing at that battle place every now and then. I'm surprised nobody exposed me yet." Whitty finished off with a sigh.

"Dude..." I started off.
"Thats a hella cool back story, I must say" I grinned at him. He just rested his head on his palm again. He looked pretty upset about it.. I'd be too if I lost doing something I enjoyed.

"Ay, you miss being a rockstar.. don't you?" I questioned. He slowly nodded his head, staring down at empty glass.
"Well I'm here to help, even if I have to rock a cloud's shit myself." I smirked, pointing at myself with my thumb. His eyes widen a bit, that red hue dusting his face again.

"Thanks Y/n.. knew I could count on you."

SORRY THIS PART CAME OUT SO LATE!!
Anyways, I'm totally just now realizing that whitty is 8'11, not just 8ft tall!
Im gonna be editing places where I said he was 8ft!

NEXT PARTS GONNA GET A BIT MORE SPICY!(plot wise)