UNLESS [Onceler X Reader]

~~Broken Strings~~

Through his smile though, you could see that hurt in his eyes, like this guitar meant more than just a guitar

You sigh through your nose

Y/N: Are you sure? I can help you fix it

Onceler: Oh? Oh, no, I couldn't! You don't have to, I don't want it to be a bother

Y/N: It won't be a bother at all. I'm sure there's some way to fix it

You could see Oncelers eyes brighten. And his mood shift evidently

Onceler: O-Okay. We can try!

Y/N: That's the spirit, tree chopper!

Onceler: You seriously need to stop calling me tree chopper

Y/N: Nah, I like it. It suits you

He rolls his eyes as he steps inside the tent, you following behind him

Onceler: Okay, I've got some tape, and glue, so I'm gonna get that

He hands you the 2 pieces of the guitar as he walks to what looked to be a storage area

You sit on his bed with the guitar pieces in your hands and take a good look at it

You could immediately tell that this guitar has gone places. It's use marked in its old appearance

Markings of endless strumming, and time wearing away some of its shininess

The aged wood, once vibrant and new, now holds a nostalgic charm. The surface covered with scratches, fades, each marking telling a story of where the guitar has been in Oncelers hands

Countless hours of practice and passionate playing resonated within the strings

Despite it's aged appearance, it's timeless beauty is visible to all eyes

You run your fingers across it's wood. And then Onceler walks back with the glue and tape

Onceler: Okay, you ready to start?

Y/N: Yeah, let's do this

A Few Minutes Later~~

The guitar was nearly finished being fixed

You both had managed to attach the neck back together, all you still needed to fix was the strings

It was a little challenging, but you both were putting in great effort

Him pulling the strings together, and you handing him the tape

Y/N: You sure that tape is gonna hold?

Onceler: Won't know until we try

Y/N: Yeah, I know, but it doesn't look too stable

He chuckles as he tilts his head towards you

Onceler: Listen, orange hair, if there is anyone that knows my guitar better, it's me. I'm sure it'll manage

Y/N: How long have you even had that thing?

Onceler: Oh, since high school

Suddenly, you get that feeling

The feeling of pulling curiosity

A strong pull, a pull telling you to dig deeper

Y/N: And how long ago was that?

Onceler: 10 years ago, or so. I'm 25 now, so... I've had this guitar for a while