The World of Yo-kai(Yokai watch X Reader)

Count on Count Dracunyan

Lie-in: Now this is my kind of town.

Tyrat: So bright and colorful.

Slacka-slash: C'mon. We got a long walk ahead.

And so with Slacka-slash leading, they walked through the streets of Beijing toward the meeting place where Count Zapaway awaited.

(Time-Skip brought to you by Y/N and Lie-in hiding behind a street sign)

The Yo-kai continued to walk through the now darkened streets. They had picked up a few snacks and sodas on their way there. Lie-in was currently drinking one of the sodas before letting Tyrat have some.

Lie-in: Pretty nice country. So where are we heading anyway?

Slacka-slash: To the Forbidden City.

Lie-in: The Forbidden City?

Tyrat: [Spits out soda] The Forbidden City?!

Slacka-slash: Didn't I just say that?

Lie-in: Odd meeting place, especially when I doubt there are any TVs in there.

Tyrat: Why would a vampire go there of all places?

Slacka-slash: No clue, but that's what it says on the invite.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the gates to the Forbidden City. As they crossed into the yard, they noticed the light from before had vanished, making it totally dark.

Tyrat: I-I'm not scared or anything, but maybe this place has a reason for being called the Forbidden City.

Lie-in: Not to worry, Tyrat. We'll be fine. I'm sure Zapaway is inviting us for dinner. He must know how much I like Chinese cuisine; why else would he be in China?

Tyrat: I guess that makes sense...

Lie-in: Wait... Speaking of invites, where is Cutta-nah? You said he was coming along, right?

Slacka-slash: That he was.

???: I'm right here.

Tyrat turned to find Cutta-nah had stashed himself in Lie-in's sword holster.

Tyrat: How long has he been there?

Lie-in: What the-?! If you're here, where's my sword?

Cutta-nah: Hmmm...

-L/N Residence

Lie-in's sword was sitting on Y/N's bed as the boy stared at it in suspense.

Y/N: I can be so irresponsible with this...

-Back with the Yo-kai

Lie-in: Get out of there!

Pulling the sword Yo-kai out of his holster, Cutta-nah was revealed to have many strands of blade-like tendrils.

Lie-in: Ugh, what's with your hair?

Cutta-nah: I just decided not to cut it ever again. I'm branching it out.

Slacka-slash: Branching out? What a lazy craze.

Lie-in: ( You have the exact same hairstyle!)

Tyrat: A lazy crazed hairstyle like that means you deserve a new name. Now you're Cutta-nah-nah.