(quick thing, thiz backztory is bazed off a story called "I'm The Quiet One" by trashofdirkjake. they gave me permizzion to uze there backztory for him, well.... let me baze mine off of their'z....k cool.)
Dirk's thoughts
"YOU WORTHLESS TRASH!" This memory echoed in my head. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" The images, the pain, the anger, the sorrow. "SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S DEAD AND IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT!" Me crying, cowering, trying to hide in fear. "NOW YOU'RE GONNA PAY YOU LITTLE SHIT!" My 'father' blamed me for this. He was right. It was my fault my mother died.
*Flashback*
I was just a little kid. I was playing around with a little samurai figurine with a tiny little katana sword and a necklace i received from my brother Dave wrapped around it. I ran through the kitchen, and thought it would be a good idea to have my little figurine put out a fire. I grabbed a piece of paper, lit it with the stove, placed it on a glass plate and grabbed a rag for my little dude to 'put the fire out.' Little did i know, that would make it worse. "K wittle bave! Be a hero!" I through the rag on it and the flame became bigger. I panicked and threw it on the floor hoping that would make it better. It didn't. The kitchen was starting to catch on fire, while i stood frozen. My mother ran if after the fire alarm went off and saw my face full of terror. She grabbed me making me drop my toy, she called for the firefighters. My 'father' was yelling at me because of my ignorance. The house was almost consumed in flames. "Bave is in there! I dropped Bave and the neckwace!" I screamed trying to run back in. My mother had me sit down and she ran in to go find my toy. She didn't come back out. The fire department arrived and found my mother, holding the necklace. They brought her out, handed the necklace to me, and left with my now dead mother. "mom." I whispered. Then i hit the floor.
"You killed her! She's dead because of you and your stupid little necklace!" He kicked me. "SHE'S DEAD!" He pushed me when i tried getting up. Ever since then, he would abuse me, beating me up all because I. Dirk Strider. Killed my mother.
(Alright guyz, hoped you enjoyed that. Once again, i bazed it off of a ztory by trashofdirkjake. zo go look at that ztory too. honeztly i feel it'z way better than mine.)
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DirkxReader
Fanfictionok, I had an xreader one time but it failed. So, yeah. Here is a new one. the first one I made got deleted somehow, so don't go looking for it. Also this has swearing in it, and maybe inappropriate jokes. yep, K seeya later!
