Dave focuses on the strife again. Feint right, jump for left shoulder. He shifts his weight and goes for it.
Completely predictably, he misses.
Mostly, anyway. He actually— oh, fuck. Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck. He hit Lil Cal. Not only did he hit Lil Cal, but he took one of his fucking arms off.
Bro doesn't love anyone, and he definitely doesn't love Dave. But if there's one thing he does love, it's that fucking puppet.
Super cool, definitely doesn't give Dave nightmares, creepy fucking puppet.
This is when the day decidedly stops being normal.
happy 413 I'm still writing this au
meant to make a tumblr post way sooner but I had errands to run today so oops
I had had the work restricted to registered users before without really thinking about it but I've changed that now so if you don't have an ao3 or aren't logged in you should be able to see the fic now