||ᏴᎽ ͲᎻᎬ ᏟᏞᎪᏔ.|| ★ Miles 𝟒𝟐 X Reader.

Tʜᴇ Dᴏᴏʀɴᴏʙ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

You'd wave her off with your fork with a "Hm" and a nod as she nodded back and walked away but shouted something back

CORY: Aye you got them dishes!

You sucked your teeth in slight annoyance but it was the least you can do as you swallowed your food to reply

YOU: Aight!

You sighed looking down at your food as you flipped the fork around before taking another bite, It was warm and the perfect amount of salty She made some Chicken Alfredo with extra broccoli that night, You glanced over to the sink filled with the dishes over the night as you looked away again with a soft sigh. After a few minutes you soon finished your plate and drunk all your water, Felling the cold hit your throat to your stomach you coughed some with a slight shiver

YOU: "Damn-"

Deep breaths you took as you regained yourself and got up from the chair looking at the pile of dishes, Shaking your arms to get to the mood you walked over and began.

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As you washed the dishes you cringed, Feeling the oily pots and greasy mucky plates of sauce and gritty noodles, Was a big No-no on your terms, You hated the slimy texture in your nails, The gunk probably staining or leaving a smell of cheesy broccoli like smell with the hint of bubbley dish soap made you gag almost as you turned your head in disgust ( I did not like writing this part🤢)

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one the less the bleach seemed to be doing it's thing, As you recall the "Oxy clean"
tv commercials that you watched for fun when you were younger you say the phrase

YOU: "Oxy clean, it gets the  tough stains Out!

With a chuckle of the old memory, Singing some more old commercials as you scrubbed at the dishes, The sharp part of the plate you wanted to be careful of. The sharp chipped out part of the plate wasn't too much to handle so you keep washing as you sing one of your favorite commercials:

YOU: 800-588 20300 and Buy! - Toda- Augh!

You grunt a flinch from the abrupt Bump of the wall, You glanced over in confusion but it soon disappeared as you looked down at the bloody water, And the stinging pain of your finger as you enchaled a sharp chunk of air through your teeth with an even sharper exhale as your heart began to sink some Rushing your hand out the water as you grabbed the pail of stained water and shuffled outside you glanced at the cold outside atmosphere a sudden, a purple flash of light appeared and a shadow figure was seen standing on a high place near her house. The figure seemed to be observing her but made no attempt to interact with her. you was left feeling both terrified and confused Quickly turned to an Pierce of annoyance, As she glanced up at the person. She had no business speaking up but she did so anyway Just because of the stinging pain of her cut finger she wanted to speak up

YOU: "Hey kid! You messing around outside? Go home!"

You shouted, but with no avail the figure didn't listen, Which made you more agitated. You sucked your teeth with a huff as you walked out where they could see you.

YOU: " Yo kid stop playing! Head home it ain't safe!"

You tried to reason with the figure, Which did nothing.. well at least nothing to your mind Because the figure.. The top of them, Had eyes but not normal eyes.. It flickered white and sharply..

(Enter Prowler theme/ Dramatic music here)

The wild move of the figure, Caught you by surprise as you mumbled a curse or two under your breath as you backed away.. But the figure, Tilting it's head as a flash of purple went over the white eyes in these.. Two sharp angles across the face, This made you jolt in surprise- tilting your head as your brows furrowed even more you whispered another curse- But the figure kicked something.. A rock- It hit the top of your head as you glanced up

YOU: "The hell!? -"

You expressed with clear confusion and slightly more anger, Is this kid- or whatever the hell It is playing around? I bet he's the one that bummed the house!

you  thought in your head. as you made yourself more known and seen, you walked closer but this provoked the figure as it dashed off, The purple blaze and the falling rocks from high up made you skeptical.  A Lot of crazy people in the world and this is just.. Plain on ticket to death, But what if it isn't..? What if it really was some dumbass kid playing around, Who probably needed to go home? You took a moment to go through the pros and cons of this.. But the stinging of your finger made you jolt forward, and with a heavy heart you called out with anger

YOU: "Hey!"

You climbed the wall after the figure as you huddled yourself over the fire escape of the house. The grubble leaving your feet as you flipped over your hair to see...

Which you regretted.

Your curiosity got the best of you.. Sadly As you crept up the wall of the fire escape with much adrenaline and anger, The blood on your finger and the stinging pain distracted you disappointingly as you pulled something the sheer pain of your leg felt like as if it went to sleep, causing your stealthy parkour to go terribly wrong  when you stumbled falling down, after a few seconds of deep breaths and the acking pain of your leg, you glanced up the slight heat in your body for pulling yourself up the walls got to you a bit as you took a breath once more..- It was snatched.. Like the grim reaper taking a life No your life in that moment, Your breathing shortened as you glanced up.. The foggy sky couldn't get worse as you looked from the black and purple fabric of nikes, up to the black pants with multiple pockets and the black compression shirt..With a purple logo? No- you glanced up further to meet the eyes of the holographic void, The white piercing eyes with the glitched out texture and the purple overlay of it all,The black metal mask glistening and shining a slight orange  from the post light beside you two.. The head turned to look down at you but the fear only rose in your stomach When you saw the big black grey claw,With purple lights in the tubes that perfectly fit in the hands of the beholder with a flex hearing the metal clashing noise ringing in your numbed cold ear You blink in a desperate attempt to prove that this is a dream- But it wasn't a dream you knew what it was-  you knew who you were messing with- now you have to pay the price.. Pay the price at for seeing..

- The Prowler.