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bilgisticallykosher · 5 years

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Well, not so bad, really

This idea has been in my head for a while, and I decided to just do it. This is set in the @sanders-sanctuary-au universe, check it out if you haven’t, based on this post.

Look out for the Trogdor reference!

Characters: Sympathetic!Deceit (Deacon), Roman, OC

The OC is not anyone I put much thought to, I just needed a tiny to be there. So, OC up for grabs if you want? Just remember one thing: abandonment issues. Also, I wrote “you” which apparently threw me back into Homestuck so hard that I decided a quirk was needed. Hence “Well, X, really,” being scattered throughout.

Word Count: 3,614

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You lurch as you’re roughly expelled from your habitat. Well, cage, really, but you’d always thought of it differently. It had been spacious, yet furnished well, and had a homey sort of feel to it, overall. It helped, of course, that you had been in your owner’s bedroom.

Well, ex-owner, really. You tumble into a hand of an employee of some sort, you don’t know who. You’d been permitted to be out of your habitat, but weren’t given free reign of the whole place. You successfully suppress a noise as you finally realize that your ex-owner isn’t even the one who’s going to bring you over to get rid of you. You unsuccessfully suppress a strangled sob at the thought that the one that you lived with for all that time was getting rid of you.

Literally strangled, because whoever’s got you is clutching you none-too-gently around the middle in a fist. You feebly try struggling in the grip, as you’re walked over to a dilapidated, wrecked area, and you can see evidence of other humans with other tinies having been there. Then, suddenly, you’re swathed in shadow. A very man-shaped shadow.

You make another strangled, frantic sound as your movements increase. You don’t know why you didn’t think about this possibility in the drive over here. Sure, you’d overheard the conversation about your ex-owner wanting to get rid of you. In fact, you’d heard them say that they would be giving you over “to whoever would take” you and hadn’t that just been the finishing arrow through your heart of an already heartbreaking conversation? Still, you’d just thought it would be to another owner, which was still pretty bad. Well, devastating, really.

Your breathing constricts as the hand around you does the same, and your eyes rise up and up to meet those of the man in front of you. You mean, he was The Shadow Man. Although, you’d also heard that maybe, he was the shadows. Um.

But he was still- looking at you, and he’s visibly unhappy, and you think the employee might be talking, even if you can’t hear it over the sound of your panicked breathing, rapid heartbeat, and gathering tears. He nods at the employee, sparing you one last glance, well, frown, really, before turning to your captor.

“That’s right, no fee, just a tiny that you never have to concern yourself over again.” He laughs then, as you shiver and quake at all the implications that statement holds. It’s a deep, unforgiving laugh, and you wish not for the first time that your ex-owner had been the one to bring you here. Maybe there would have been a final burst of sympathy, and at this thought you start crying anew, because you’d really thought you were friends.

Maybe your ex-owner had been good at pretending, maybe you’d just deluded yourself. Either way, you’d take any other option over being given to this scary man, with his promise of unimaginable cruelty.

Although, you seem to be doing a pretty good job of imagining it right now.

The employee thrusts you forward, and you see The Shadow Man reach into his cloak to pull out a cage. It had someone else in it already.

It was another tiny, of course it was, and he looked terrible. His outfit was a mess of what looked like patched together rags, and he was filthy, and he staggered around his cage when it was steadied.

The employee audibly cringes, which covered up your own noise of horror. You don’t know if he was like this before, or if he’d been in The Shadow Man’s possession for some time today, or maybe even a few days.

“Oooohhhh!“ He moans terribly, and The Shadow Man looks down at him, sneer of a grin faltering for a moment. “OOOOHHHHH!” He wails again, flinging an arm over his head as he bends backwards. You blink through your tears, nonplussed, until his cage is shaken, and you wince. It didn’t look like a hard shake, but it must have been, because he falls to his knees before falling forward. The arm holding you lowers slightly.

“You’re sure you want another one? You, uh, still seem to have a live one there.” The Shadow Man whips his head back around at the employee, expression an outright leer as he takes a step closer. The employee shivers, obviously almost as intimidated as you are, although you’ve stopped crying now, and you feel the hand around you tighten.

“I’m sorry,” he clearly wasn’t, “I thought you were interested in getting rid of a tiny, no strings attached, but if you’d rather play chauffer trying to find someone else to take it…” He made as if to cover the cage again, the tiny getting to his feet again, and you can feel the hesitation in the employee, whether from the threat or distrust you don’t know. Well, don’t care, really. You look up, trying to catch their attention, maybe there’s a little hope for you, after all? And then the tiny in the cage speaks again.

“Yes! Go take your tiny elsewhere!” He presses himself to the front of the bars, clasping them tightly. “Nobody else should face what I’ve faced!” You blink again. The words seem right, but…

He flings his arm over his head again. “The horror! The terror! The trrrrragedy that is my existence!“

…but you can’t help but feel like that accent isn’t real. And he definitely trilled that word. And maybe it’s just you, but that definitely sounds like he’s exaggerating things, which considering that he’s in The Shadow Man’s clutches, he shouldn’t have to.

Not to mention, why would he bring a tiny that he had in his lab, or chamber, or whatever. Not that you doubted what he was capable of in his twisted head, but the whole thing was odd. Well, suspicious, really. And he kept posing, you mentally tack on, watching the tiny in the cage clasping his hands together, arms length over his head.

"Every day is a new, different definition of agony!” The Shadow Man’s cruel look is still there, and you’re uncomfortable when you look at it, but you also notice that he appears to be sweating under his hat. He gives the cage another shake like before, but this time the tiny inside doesn’t react. “Unimaginable acts of violence and unspeakable-” you watch as he cuts himself off, mouthing ‘horror, terror, tragedy’ and you realize that he’s listing off the words he’s already used as he counts them on his fingers. “Twisted trauma!” The Shadow Man gives the cage yet another shake. He ignores it again.

“Truly, his lack of compassion and empathy can only be matched by his creativity for the cruel, his verve for the vile, his capacity for the callous, his enthusiasm for the-!” He stops again, having gotten louder with each accusation, once again mouthing and counting to himself. The Shadow Man takes it upon himself to give him a few small shakes all together, and now that you’re looking, you can actually see that they’re really quite gentle shakes.

He actually stumbles a bit this time, and he rubs the back of his head, turning to the side and outright glaring at The Shadow Man. He turns back to the front, before he contorts his face into something that reads almost like horror. The Shadow Man relaxed minutely, shoulder muscles coming down where you hadn’t realized they’d been tense. Your eyes narrow.

Something’s definitely wrong. And you have no idea what they’re trying to do. It seems like they’re trying to convince someone of something, but you’re not sure who, or of what. You wonder if they’re somehow working together, and you want to dismiss it, because why would any tiny work with The Shadow Man? Unless, maybe it was to save themselves, but why would he have acted like that to save himself? You can’t connect the dots.

You feel the employee make the decision, then, pushing you forward as The Shadow Man opens the door to the cage, and you realize a second too late what’s going to happen, and all that you can do is to close your eyes and prepare. He grabs you, and you wonder if your ex-owner ever even liked you, after all, as you prepare yourself for what’s certainly the beginning of your end.

You’re expecting a large degree of roughness, and so you’re shocked when you’re kept in a loose grip. Certainly nowhere near as tight as the employee had on you, and while you can’t escape (where would you even go?), you can’t exactly consider this being constricted.

The Shadow Man moves you, placing you into the cage with what feels like an equal amount of care as he held you. Your ex-owner hadn’t even been this gentle when handling you. Of course, you’d liked the contact back then, as opposed to the stomach-churning terror that you feel now. As he removes his hand from the cage, you turn around, watching the employee turn around, walking back to the car, already on the phone.

“Yeah, I took care of it.” It’s the last thing you hear of your old life, before the car door slams. The cage door closes after, mimicking it with a horrible finality. The Shadow Man’s expression is hidden to you, and you don’t even care to look for it. He moves then, walking around an alley corner that you hadn’t even seen, and you spot his car. You sigh, and jump when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. You turn to see the other tiny smiling genuinely at you.

You immediately find this suspicious.

The Shadow Man enters his car, placing the cage down in the seat next to him, throwing the both of you off balance and buckling the cage in, throwing you off mentally. His expression is serious, and he shuts the door, walking around to his side. You take the opportunity to curl up in a ball in a corner as far away from him as possible, and you hear him start the car in absolute silence. You’ve only been driving for a minute, when the other tiny speaks again.

“So,” You raise your head from your knees to see him clap his hands together. “I think that went well!” You stare at him, well, gape, really, because there’s so many things that decidedly did not go well. Your heartbeat picks up, now sure that he’s working with The Shadow Man with how casually he’s speaking to, and looking up at him. He’s confident.

The Shadow Man, on the other hand, turns his head, briefly, to look at him with his eyebrows raised before turning back to the road ahead.

“Oh,” he drawls, “is that what you’d call it?” You think he sounds annoyed, which cannot possibly be a good thing, whether the tiny’s on his side or not, so you simply can’t imagine why the other rolls his eyes, walking closer to him.

“Oh, come on, Dee.” You can’t help but note with some degree of smugness that the voice he’d been using before definitely wasn’t his normal voice. The one he was speaking with now seems much more fitting. You almost miss that he referred to The Shadow Man by another name. “It went great! We got in, we got out, nobody got hurt. It was perfect! What’s got your hiney so whiny?"

Your eyes widen in horror. You have absolutely no idea what’s happening, and no idea what either of them is planning, least of all with you. The Shadow Man snorts.

"Yes, I wonder. The increasingly ridiculous posing that you did looked very natural ” He lightly drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “Not to mention that accent that you put on. Oh, and of course, I’d be remiss to not compliment you on your overdramatic tendencies back there, which definitely screamed genuine distress."

He glances over at the tiny as he stops for what seems like a red light, a smirk growing on his face. The tiny has crossed his arms, and he huffs, meeting The Shadow Man’s glance, dead on. You wildly try not to consider that phrasing as being funny. The Shadow Man’s grin just grows. Somehow, it seems different than the sneer he had back where the employee had- back there. He tugs his gaze away from the tiny, car moving forward again.

"Well, I still say-”

“Why, Roman, I’m not done praising you yet!” He places a hand on his chest, the mockery of offense, the other still on the wheel as, Roman apparently, perks up a bit hopefully.

His hand returns to driving. “Your best performance of the day was when you actually,” he inhaled, all traces of amusement gone, “went over the adjectives that you’d used previously, counting them off in front of that schmuck. Twice.” Roman gasped, startled out of his position.

“You saw that?!” His mouth hangs open slightly. He looks away from the pseudo-eye contact, “I thought that I was being subtle.”

“As an elephant attempting ballet.” Roman gasped, turning back to The Shadow Man with another glare on his face.

“First you insult my acting skills, and then you call me fat?!” Now Roman’s hand was flat on his chest in what seemed like actual offense.

“No, that’s not-”

“Well I’ll have you know that I was great! Sure, maybe a pointer or two would help, but not from you!” Roman pointed at him. “You clearly have no taste anyway. Just look at your costume,” that…was an odd choice of word. “I know you’re going for a big, scary thing,” he wiggles his fingers, and your mind is firing off signals that this is crossing into dangerous territory now. Well, has already crossed, really.

Roman twirls himself around slowly, “but mine does the job, and looks great.” You’re prompted by his words to look closely at the clothing he’s wearing. They’re definitely ragged, but the stitching is good. You squint slightly, and notice that the dirt all over it looks to be vaguely hand-shaped.

Roman turns his head then, making eye contact with you, and his glare falls off, before he smiles, wide and toothy. You want to run away from him, but your back is already pressed against the bars of the cage which you note in your hysteria, are soft.

“I know,” he takes a step forward, your eyes widening. “I’ll just ask our new friend, here!” You tense, looking back and forth from him to The Shadow Man, who has also tensed.

“Roman, I’m not sure that’s a good idea-” his face is expressionless, eyes on the road, even as Roman cuts him off.

“Oh, tish tosh, mister posh! You just know that I’m right.” He keeps advancing now, and you want to close your eyes to brace for whatever’s about to happen, but you’re afraid to look away.

The Shadow Man keeps stealing glances at you while he drives. And then you focus on Roman, who’s right in front of you. “Hi,” he greets.

You make an unintelligible noise in response.

“I was just wondering, what exactly did you think of my obviously convincing performance?” He’s looking at you, eyebrow lifted, face eager, too close, so you glance away to look at The Shadow Man again, who is definitely paying attention, even though he’s not looking. His shoulders and face are tense, is he worried that you won’t give the right answer?

But, you don’t know what the right answer is. Which means you’ll probably give the wrong answer, but you have to give some answer. You don’t know what to say, but it’s already been five seconds, so you say the only thing you can possibly think of under all this stress.

“You mean, you weren’t that bad on purpose?” you blurt out.

Admittedly, you’re not the best under pressure.

There’s absolute silence for one second, two, three…

The Shadow Man bursts into laughter. This time, you flinch, and then you watch Roman’s frozen smile shatter off of his face. He turns towards The Shadow Man, and you can’t see his expression anymore, but he stomps over to the original side of the cage that he was on.

“Shut up! No, stop laughing immediately!” You feel something odd happening with the car, like he’s turning, until you feel it stop. You see a lot more trees when you look up, and The Shadow Man moves the lever in the middle of the car as he releases the wheel.

He pulled over to the side of the road.

You still have absolutely no idea what’s happening. But at least he’s still laughing?

“Oh my- That was-!” He struggles to get a sentence out through his mirth, and he wipes a tear away with his gloved hand. Roman turns back your way, and you stiffen up, but he just goes out a door that you hadn’t noticed. He marches straight up to him and gives him a swift kick right above his elbow. This only makes him laugh harder, doubling over, gripping his stomach.

Roman crosses his arms and huffs, tapping his foot while he waits. Eventually The Shadow Man seems to calm down, laughter stopping. He puts a hand on his chest as he adjusts himself, and exhales, still smiling.

“Are we finished?” Roman’s voice is steely.

“For now.” The Shadow Man responds. Well, purrs, really. “I’m ready to drive again, at least,” he gives Roman a meaningful look at that, amusement still lacing his tone. Roman turns and walks stiffly, back straight into the cage again, shutting the door behind him.

He gives you a once-over with his eyes as The Shadow Man does, indeed, start driving again. You look back at Roman, briefly, before averting your face, nervous about what he’s going to do to you now. You still feel his gaze on you. You hear him walk around, pause, then come towards you. He clears his throat and you look up.

He’s holding a water bottle for tinies. He doesn’t look angry, in fact, he rubs the back of his head, giving you what seems like an awkward smile.

“Here. For you.” You slowly take it, almost as if you expect it to be a trap. Roman’s smile grows as you take it, and you gingerly place it down next to you all while watching him. He clears his throat again. “Sorry. I was supposed to give that to you earlier.” You blink. You’re beginning to re-think your initial thoughts on this whole situation. “I just want to let you know that you’re safe now. You- you don’t have to worry about the people that you came from. Or going to other humans. We came to rescue you from that life. Really. If you want.” There’s something about his tone that makes things start to click together in your mind. All the things that you’d expected out of today, especially after The Shadow Man showed up.

Roman gestures to a spot near you. “May I?” You nod, and he smiles brighter, more sincere as he sits down next to you, giving you a comfortable amount of room between you two.

As The Shadow Man continues to drive, Roman tells you all about the sanctuary for tinies, for borrowers. He tells you about what they do, who they are, and even what he was supposed to have accomplished by his being here in the cage. By the time he’s done explaining everything, you’ve reached your destination. The Shadow Man parks before coming around to your side. When the door opens, Roman stands, shuffling out of the door, and in front of him. He clears his throat.

“I, uh, I’m sorry for kicking your arm,” he’s not looking directly at him, only out of the corner of his eye. The Shadow Man smiles back at him, face relaxed.

“It’s alright.” He holds out his hand, palm up as Roman looks up at him now. “I’m sorry for kicking your pride.” Roman gives a short, loud laugh, and climbs up onto his hand, reaching his arms up. The Shadow Man carefully lifts him against his chest for a few moments. You decide to open your water bottle to take a few sips.

They separate, and you get up, walking towards the cage door while Roman is being transferred to his shoulder. You lift your leg to get out, hesitate, and look up The Shadow Man. He looks back at you and blinks, eyebrows raising.

“Ah.” He shifts in his spot. “I didn’t call ahead for medical help, because you didn’t seem to need any, so we don’t have anyone meeting us.” He shifts again, adjusting his hat. He’s nervous, you’re shocked to realize. “I can get someone else from inside, though, to carry you. It doesn’t have to be in the cage, either! All the humans inside are very capable of being gentle.” He points with a thumb towards the building that you see in the distance, straightening up. “Shall I…?”

You’ve already made up your mind.

“Actually,” you reach your arms up, and The Shadow Man turns to look at you, surprise evident on his face. “I think that hug looked pretty okay?” You abruptly remember when your ex-owner showed you affection, before abandoning you.

You wonder if maybe you’re pushing it, but then you see and feel yellow gloves slowly cradle around you, and you look Dee in the eyes. You smile at each other, and as he hugs you, you think that you’re going to finally be comfortable somewhere.

Well, happy, really.

#my stories #roman sanders #janus sanders #sympathetic!deceit #infinitesimal!sides #original character #sanders sanctuary au #g/t!sides #g/t sides

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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 years

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Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Look, I love reverse morality AUs, and I mean I love them, so here’s my own take on it for the Septic boys. This was really fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it! ^-^ It is kinda long though, but honestly at this point I’ve just accepted that I write long things.

Edit: There is a part two out now!

Hey uhhh @huffle-dork @evyptids remember how one time not too long ago in the Discord I went on a long rave about an AU I was working on and you guys were like “yeah I’d read that!” This is the that

Even though The Dish and Glass was a twenty-four hour diner, it almost never got visitors in the wee hours of the morning. This was something that Stacy knew, having been stuck at that job for nearly three years. When she worked the night shift, she expected that she’d be alone with the chef, spending the whole time worrying about the sitter she’d hired to watch the kids. Not like she expected them to be awake from the hours of midnight to six in the morning, but it was better safe to be sorry, and the sitters she got usually gave her ugly looks for making them stay up so late for nothing.

Of course, after tonight, she would wish the only problem she had was nasty babysitters.

It was two o’clock. Stacy was behind the counter, taking stock of the coffee mugs. She didn’t really have a reason to, but nobody was around to talk to except Richard, the chef, and he was busy in the kitchen doing who knows what. She was bored. The bright lamps overhead shone a monotonous white light down onto the red and white booths and tables. The plate glass window showed the blue-black night outside. The city was dark.

The easy listening music that always played in the diner was broken by the pleasant ding! of the door opening. Stacy was pretty sure her shock was showing on her face. Luckily she was facing away from the entrance, or the customer might’ve noticed it. Then they might’ve told the manager, who might’ve fired her for unprofessional behavior, then she’d be alone and jobless with two kids who absolutely needed the best in life—she shook her head. The manager wasn’t even here, he’d gone out for who knows what; nobody ever told her. And looking shocked wasn’t worth reporting, let alone being fired over. She tried to ease the knot of anxiety as she turned around to face the customer.

“Hello, welcome to the Dish and—” Stacy froze. It couldn’t be no it couldn’t not here no no no—

“Lady, you alright? Didja have a stroke or something?”

Stacy shook herself internally, then plastered a smile on her face. “Of course I’m alright, sir! Welcome to the Dish and Glass, can I get you anything?”

The man shrugged. “Coffee. I can seat myself.”

“Sir, that’s not really our...policy...” Stacy trailed off. He’d already walked away and sat at one of the window booths. Honestly, there was no reason to stop him, what with him being the only one in the entire diner. It wasn’t like she’d lose track of him.

As she busied herself with the coffeepot, Stacy tried her best to stare at the customer without him noticing. The resemblance...it was more than uncanny. If it wasn’t for a few key differences, she could’ve sworn she was staring right at her ex-husband. Same brown hair, same build, same blue eyes—actually, eye. This stranger had only one. Where his right eye should have been, there was an eye-patch, one of those white square ones with four strings instead of two.

Something was...off about him, Stacy decided. She wasn’t sure what it was. He looked ordinary enough. He wore a black t-shirt, blue jeans with holes in the knees, and black tennis shoes. A green scarf was wrapped securely around his throat. He’d worn a ragged black backpack into the diner, but he’d taken it off and put it on the table, where he was now rummaging around inside. Still, despite how utterly normal all of this was...he gave Stacy an uneasy feeling. Maybe it was just the resemblance to him that was bothering her.

But she had a job to do. The coffee was ready, piping hot and poured in one of the mugs she’d been counting earlier. She set it on a plate and walked over to the booth where the customer was sitting. Upon catching sight of her, he immediately froze in place like someone had pressed the pause button. Stacy set the coffee on the table, trying to ignore his stare, and asked, “Would you like any cream? Or sugar?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I mean, we have those available—”

“I don’t ńeed̴. anything.”

Stacy flinched at his sharp tone. “Alright, sir. If you do, just call for me.” She forced herself to calmly turn around and walk at a normal pace back to her spot behind the counter. She could still feel the man staring at her. Had he blinked at all during that entire exchange?

She started fiddling with the cash register. It wasn’t her job to count the change, it was the manager’s. But she pretended to be busy. There was no doubt about it, this guy was giving off a vibe that she wasn’t fond of. She could almost feel it, like static electricity. Or maybe that was just the electric humming from the overhead lights. It was usually there, but Stacy noticed it kicked up. Maybe something was wrong with the wiring? If it broke, would they take the replacement costs from her paycheck?

He was still watching her. She glanced over and saw him sitting unnaturally still, eyes on her. Nope, there was no blinking there at all. Seriously unnerved, Stacy closed up the cash register, double checked that the drawer was secure, then swung open the kitchen door and hurriedly walked through. Richard, the chef, looked up when she entered. He was on his phone. “What’s up? ‘S there a customer?”

“I mean, yeah...he just wanted coffee, though. Now he’s just...sitting there...” Stacy shuddered. “He creeps me out.”

“Really?” Richard strolled over and looked through the tiny round window in the kitchen door. Stacy pushed her head next to his. The man was now rummaging in his backpack again. He pulled something out. “Please tell me that’s not a gun...” Stacy muttered.

“Nah.” Richard squinted. “Looks like a tennis ball or something. Green, round...it’s kinda glowy. Maybe it’s, like, a novelty bouncy ball?”

“He doesn’t seem the type...” Stacy muttered.

“People can be wrong, Stace. Maybe you’re just expecting a creep to walk in at two in the morning, so your brain is tricking you.”

“Maybe...” She was pretty sure her instincts were correct here. The man had stared at her for way too long to be innocent.

“What’s goin’ on here?”

Richard and Stacy jumped, then simultaneously turned around to see Rosa, the manager. She’d just entered through the back door. Now she was staring at her two employees with a combined expression of annoyance and curiosity.

“There’s a, uh, customer here,” Stacy explained. “I was getting a weird feeling from him. Rich says it’s nothing.”

“Let me see.” Rosa pushed her way past them to peer through the porthole. She frowned. “He seems normal enough. That eye-patch is a bit suspicious, but we shouldn’t judge. He order anything?”

“Just coffee.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye on him. In the mean time Stacy, d’you mind taking out the garbage in the kitchen? It’s overflowing.”

“I, uh, yeah, sure.” Stacy awkwardly backed away from the door, heading out. Picking up the garbage on the way, she couldn’t help but think that it was nowhere near overflowing. But Rosa probably had good reason. She just had to...had to remember that.

She threw the bag from the can into the dumpster in the alley, the dim light from a flickering bulb over the diner’s back door barely allowing her to see. For a split second, she allowed herself to slump. This job...she needed it, but god did it suck. Creepy guy comes in the diner? Let’s keep an eye on him, forget that he makes you uncomfortable. By the way, you still have to serve him.

A small sound came from the ground near her feet. An animal sound...? Stacy looked down and saw a cat curling around her ankles. Mostly black, with a few white spots, including four arranged in an almost perfect diamond on its forehead. It wasn’t a small cat, actually it was fairly big height- and length-wise, but it was so thin. Stacy felt a pang of sympathy for it. “Hey little guy,” she cooed.

The cat gazed up at her with big green eyes. It meowed again. Stacy bent over to pet it, and it leaned against her and purred. A faint smile curled around her lips. Animals weren’t allowed in the diner, nor in the apartment building where she lived with her kids. She missed them. “I wish you could come with me,” she sighed. But already she was worried about Rosa noticing she was taking too long. If she came back into the diner with a cat when that was explicitly against the rules, she’d get another warning. And too many warnings meant losing her job.

Oh well. Sadly, she turned around and looked at the cat again..only for it to turn into a streak of dark fur and zoom past her into the diner. “What the hell!” she cried, darting inside.

“What? What happened?” Rosa asked. She and Richard were cleaning the kitchen counters, probably under the assumption that nobody else was coming.

“There was a stray cat, it-it ran inside,” Stacy explained.

“Oh shit!” Rosa’s eyes widened. “We can’t have dirty strays in here. Richard and I will look for it. You go back out there and attend the customer.”

Stacy almost asked to switch places with one of them, but she didn’t want to push her luck with letting the cat inside. She swallowed her words and pushed through the kitchen door back into the main body of the diner.

“—to do next. I’m thinking we get you to safety. I know a place.”

She froze. In a split second, she took in two things and made two conclusions: 1) the diner was still empty except for that one guy, 2) that one guy was talking to somebody, 3) if there was no one else in the diner then the guy was talking to himself, 4) if the guy was talking to himself then he was crazy and possibly dangerous, though that wasn’t a guarantee, but with the feeling she got from him it probably was. Instinctively, Stacy ducked down so that she was hidden behind the counter. She immediately felt stupid.

“Don’t l͠o͝o̵k̶ at me that way, I can protect it!”

She immediately stopped feeling stupid. That voice. That wasn’t...there was something...

Stacy’s attention was caught by the kitchen door easing its way open. The black cat poked its head through. It looked at her and narrowed its eyes in an...almost human way. Then it slipped through the door and headed around the counter and out into the dining area.

The man continued. “You don’t need that toxic shit, do ya? Cause I don’t want to turn right back around and scoop up a bucketful. That a no? Alright, we should probably—” Suddenly, he fell silent.

Time seemed frozen. The electric humming in the lights was definitely getting louder. It grew in intensity. Stacy shrank back.

A series of events happened in quick succession. Richard and Rosa burst through the kitchen door, cried out “Where’d the cat—?!” “Who the hell is—?” The overhead lights burst with an electric fritz and glass sprayed everywhere. It was dark for less than a second, then a flash of violet light lit everything up in startling intensity. The light was accompanied by a shock wave, and somehow Stacy was thrown from her hiding spot. She hit her head hard against the edge of a shelf on the other wall, and everything went black.

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was the sticky, throbbing pain coming from her forehead. She almost groaned, but then she heard the laughing and thought better of it. Her head and limbs were twisted at awkward angles, but she was filled with a weakness and simply couldn’t move them. She opened her eyes. The diner was dark, except for a pulsing green light and a steady purple glow. She couldn’t see much from her spot on the floor, but the kitchen door was ajar and an arm was sticking out. It was surrounded by a puddle of dark liquid.

“ I̴ş ̛̕ţ̨h̸̕a̢҉t͝͡ ̨͞àl͏͝l̵̢ ̀͠҉y͢o̶̶͠u̧͢͠ ҉g̡͠oţ̷͟,̢ ̧̕k̴̨i͡t҉t͞y̛͞ ̶c̨̕a̢̨t?̴”

It sounded like the words were being spoken through a buffering voice call made using a broken app. But the voice itself—the mocking, arrogant voice—was familiar. Stacy finally found the energy to push herself into a kneeling position. Her head was filled with a thick syrup, but the few thoughts that penetrated that syrup were those of curiosity. She crawled over to the counter and peeked over the top.

Someone was standing on one of the tables. Dully, Stacy recognized the scarf a moment before she saw his face. It was the man from before, but... this was impossible. The air around him was fizzing and breaking with distortion, creating shadowy duplicates and an almost glitchy effect. It seemed like the green light was coming from him. He was looking down at the source of the purple light. Another man. He had his back turned to Stacy, so she couldn’t see much... was he wearing a cape? The purple glow was coming from his hands. Stacy thought he must’ve been holding a flashlight or something, but there was no sign of anything like that.

“I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve,” spat another voice. Similar to the glitching man’s but not quite the same. It must’ve been the other one.

“W̛e̕l̸l, ̴Í'̴m ͝sur͢e͝ ͞you͠ d̶o͠,” said the one on the table. The distortion increased for a moment as his head cracked to the side, then glitched back into place. He pointed something toward the caped man, and Stacy held back a gasp. Where did he get a knife?! “W̨hy ͠d͟on̶'҉t ͝yo͏u u͢s͏e th̴e͟m? ̕I͞'́ḿ sur͝e̵ yo̕u're j͞u̷s҉t̸ it́chin̢ǵ ͏to.̨” A twisted grin. “G͡o ah́ȩa̶ḑ.͡ I͝ ẃa҉̧n̵͟͝nà͠͠ s҉̶̥̖e̛̦̳̯e̘̹͍̤̠̞̕͞.”

“I—” Stacy could hear the hesitation in the other man’s voice. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, more like he did want to but knew he shouldn’t. “N-no-not yet. You’re gonna tell me where you hid it. Do you have it? You’re trying to taunt me into blasting it, huh?!”

“Oh̢ ҉ye̵s,͡ th̴at ́makes p̶̴̡e̢͟r̷̵f́͞é̛ct ҉͡ se̸ns͞e̛.” The words were harsh, biting. “C͝o͠ngŕátul̷at̡i̧ons̛, yo̵u̶'͡v́e҉ ̵f̡i͟g̨ure͟d òut́ ̡m̡y ́p̨lo͞t͡.҉ P͠retend͟ to ̨get̴ ͝t͞ḩem away, only t̶o͝ t͠r̨i҉ck̛ ̸ýou ͟i̴nt̸ò k̶įl̨ling͡ t̷hem̡ ҉yours͞elf. ̵Al͝l ͝t͏h̨is̵ ̡t͞im̀e͡,̢ ̷I've̢ ̷be̕en̡ a ̢ca͞rto͠on ͢vi͝llai̷n w̧it̵h ̢a͢n ̨el̷ab̢o͞ra̡t̀e ҉s̛che̕m̕e̛.͞ O͡h wái͠t̢,̛ ́t́ha͞t's ҉yo͝u ͟a͏nd̕ y̕ou̕r li̧t̀t̨l͝è ̀ g͡ro҉u҉p͡ of̷ fr̛i͞end̸s.”

A hiss. An honest to god hiss, like a threatened cat. “Oh, we’re the bad guys here, aren’t we?”

“H̀m̸m,̸ ͝I do̧n't̴ know. ͡Havę you͏ not́i̡ce҉d̨ t́h͠ȩ ̸w̶a̵l̕ķing̨, ́tálk̷ing͠ èvi͠l d͏octǫr̴ ͡tr͝o͠p͝è ҉y̕ou̷ ̵h͢a͏ņg ̡o͠u͏t wi͠t̸h?”

“And how are you any better?”

“I͢͏͖̖͕̯̩̙ ̴̴̨̢̛̝̰̼̥̜ a͡t̸ l̷eas̨t̀ k̨̛͢n͞ó̢w͏̧́ t̷ha͞t I'̷m fucked̷ ̕i͟n̕ th̢e ͠he͟a̴d.” The caped man let out a horrible screech. A dark violet energy beam blasted from his hands toward the one on the table. The air crackled, and he was gone. Stacy thought for a second that he was gone, only for him to materialize on a different table on the other side of the diner. He laughed, the same one from before. “W̨ow̴,͞ ̶that̴ ̢di̴d ́n̕o͠҉t̛h̨̛in̴̨̧g͞!͠”

The caped man turned towards him, and Stacy could just make out his face. Or rather, the mask hiding his face. It was shaped like a cat, and colored black. Four shapes, two red and two white, were in the middle of the mask’s forehead. Creeping out from underneath the mask were lines on the man’s cheeks—scars, Stacy realized. What the hell...?

Another blast of purple energy. Once again, the glitcher dissolved and reappeared on another table. And again, the same result. And again. This time, the man popped into existence standing on the counter, inches away from the spot where Stacy was watching. She exhaled sharply. The man turned his head slightly and looked down. His one visible eye had changed color; its sclera was black and the iris was acid, electric green. Stacy couldn’t help but stare at it. The distortion, the energy blasts, the creepy voice...that kind of shit was only supposed to be in movies and YouTube videos. Yet here it was, impossibly, in real life.

The man’s eye widened slightly, then he looked back to the masked man. “Y̨o͠u g҉on͟na do ̴th̛is̛ ҉fòrev̧e̡r̴,̡ ̕mag̷ic bo͟y?̷” he jeered. ”P͢lay ͝c̛at an̶d ̧mo͝use̸?́”

“Shut up!” Another blast, and Stacy flinched as it passed so close to her. Just as before, the man glitched away. But now he appeared behind the masked man. Before he could react, the glitcher plunged the knife into his backside, quickly withdrawing it. The masked man roared and let out a spray of purple liquid that burned the walls of the diner like acid. It had no effect, as the other one disappeared once more.

“H̢e̛y͏ lady,” a voice whispered in Stacy’s ear. She let out a small squeak, then spun around. The man was crouching right next to her. His eye had gone back to normal, and the distortion seemed to have lessened somehow. “ Y͡òu need to get the f̴u̴ck̡ out of here.”

“Who—how—what—” Stacy stuttered.

“That’s not important. Come on.”

“Wh-wh-what about Rich and Rosa?” she asked.

“Dead. Ripped apart by the shockforce spell.” Then, as an afterthought, “Sorry.”

“I...” Stacy trailed off. They couldn’t be...this couldn’t be real. It was probably just a bad dream. A very realistic bad dream...

“Oh for—there’s no time for shock!” He grabbed her arm. Before she could protest or pull away, he was running around the counter and toward the exit, dragging her behind him. She cried out.

The masked man’s head whipped toward them. “Hey! You aren’t leaving yet!” Stacy looked toward him, only to see a long whip of violet fire snapping toward her. A lashing agony spread through her arm. She screamed and fell. The glitcher instinctively dissolved to avoid the fire, but he reappeared in the same spot as he realized he’d let go of her. He stopped in his tracks and made to grab her again. A shield of purple fire appeared between him and her.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna make me do this.” The masked man rolled his eyes. “Tell me where the eye is, and the waitress can live to tell the police about this disaster. Not that they’ll believe her.”

Stacy’s heart stopped. She looked up at the glitcher with pleading eyes. He stared back at her, considering. “W͞h̀at'͡s yo̸ur g͞ame҉,M͡arv͟in͏?̛” he asked. “Íf ̸I'm ͠t̢he͠ ͠b̷ád ̸g͡uy,͏ ̶w̢h̷y ͟d̵o͏ ҉y̢o̵u th̶in͢k̨ I’d care?̶”

“Fair point.” The masked man—Marvin—shrugged. “Or, it would be if you hadn’t just fucking stabbed me to get her out. If I believe Jackie, you like to play the long game usually.”

The glitcher nodded, slightly. “A̡lri̕gh̀t̵,̷ I̶'l͡l̸ g͝iv̛e̡ you̧ ͠a ch̷an͝c͠e̢.” He turned to Marvin. “Y͢ou can ha͏v͟e͏ them.̧..ìf y̕o͝u͝ ͡can̡ ͡ca̢tćh t͟h̸em͢!” He threw something. A round, green object sailed through the air, over the counter and through the ajar kitchen door. Marvin cried out, then dashed to follow it. With the loss of his focus, the purple fire wall disappeared. “Come on!” the glitcher hissed to Stacy, then turned and bolted out the door. She scrambled to her feet and ran after him.

The city was still dark. Stacy glanced at her watch: 2:18 a.m. Only a little over ten minutes ago, she’d been idly sorting through the coffee cups, and now she was running from an insane fire-thrower wearing a cat mask, following a guy who could seemingly break the world at will. Her arm was burning. Rosa and Richard were dead. Her world was crashing around her.

She looked up to see the glitcher staring at her. The distortions had entirely disappeared. “Yeah?” he sounded impatient.

“Yeah—yeah what?” she stammered.

“He hit you, didn’t he? With the fire?”

“Um...” Stacy touched her arm. A bit of her uniform was burned away, and the wound was letting out a bit of smoke. “...yeah.”

“Well that sucks,” he said casually. “That’s a black magic burn. It’ll keep burning until either you eventually die somehow or a cure is administered. And that means I gotta take you to my place and fix it.” He sighed. “Okay, come on.” He turned on his heel.

“W-wait! I have questions!” Stacy hurried to catch up until she was matching his quick pace. “Who—what are you?”

“I see you corrected that one. Good.” He continued walking. Every so often they’d pass under a street light, and she’d see that she was on his blind side. Still, despite that, Stacy felt like he was staring at her. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? That’s impossible.”

“Is it? Is it really? Well, maybe it is and I’m just not telling you.” He giggled to himself.

Even though he’d just saved her life, that laugh was still really creepy. “And-and that other guy? Marvin?”

“Black magic magician that gives black cats the bad name they have. I stole something away from him and his friends, and they want it back.”

“What? Was it that green thing you threw?”

He grinned evilly. “No.” Still walking, he pulled at his scarf. For a moment, Stacy could see that underneath the scarf there were bloodied bandages wrapped around his neck. And then something glowing, green, and round shot out from where it had been hidden within the cloth of the scarf. It hovered in the air, easily keeping up with them. Stacy gasped. It was an eye. A green-scleraed, blue-irised eyeball with an optic nerve like a tail. The main body of the thing was about the size of a tennis ball. As she stared at it, its iris deformed slightly, curving upward. She got the impression that it was happy. “This little guy is Sam,” the man explained. “I broke into the guys’ main hideout and found them in a tank of green toxic fluid. They were curled up at the bottom and looked scared, so I broke the fucker and lettem out.”

“And...these guys...they want this Sam back?” Stacy hesitantly reached out toward the eyeball. It nudged her hand, then started nestling it like a pet would. It was actually kind of adorable. “Why?”

“Hell if I know. Some of them have major control freak problems, so maybe that’s it. But they sent Mr. Goodbye Kitty after me, so they're serious about getting them back. The thing you saw me throw, that was a ‘copy,’ to distract him. He’ll grab it, take it back to their little lair, and then it’ll disappear. Thought it would buy me time to get you fixed.”

“Why didn’t you just-just teleport me?” Stacy asked.

“It’s not t̢ęl͟e̸ṕort̷ing. It’s...well, you can call it glitching, that’s close enough. And it can’t affect most living things. Sam is somehow an exception.”

“It affects you.”

“Oh? Who told you I͡ w͏a̧s l̷̢͡į̷v̵i̴n̶g̸?” He smiled.

Stacy shuddered. She almost stopped in her tracks and ran the other way, but if he was right about the burn never healing, then she needed all the help she could get. “Okay,” she said quietly. They walked in silence for a moment through the empty city streets. But there was one more question bugging Stacy. “Wh-what-what’s your name?”

“Antisepticeye.”

“Oh.” Weird name...

“People call me Anti, if that’s too long for you. And you?”

“I’m Stacy. Stacy Bro—Davidson.”

He—Anti—faltered, turning to fully look at her for the first time. “Say that again.”

“Stacy Davidson,” she repeated, softer.

Anti stared at her for a moment longer, then turned away. “We’re almost there,” he said, and sped up.

Stacy sped up as well. Why had he been so interested in her name? Did he know something about her? Or about...? She shook her head. Don’t dwell on the past. Dwell on the present. However strange it may be.

And maybe the future too. She had the feeling it was about to get a whole lot stranger.

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“Dream Come True” Chapter 4

Hey guys! I’m trying to schedule this post so hopefully it works! This chapter is where things start to happen. I will not be writing this weekend bc I’m on a weekend get away at the riviera. I am trying to schedule posts though because I will still be writing and that doesn’t require internet access. Still on chapter 9 right now, where rocky things are about to happen. It seems like around 15 chapters is an accurate estimate. Enjoy!

~Hannah Banana :)

Robbie’s pov

He went home and plopped down on his bed, exhausted. He clicked through his phone and saw a voicemail message from her. His ex-girlfriend. He clicked on it and listened to her voice. “Robbie, it’s Jade. Robbie listen, I miss you, I’m sorry, I should’ve never cheated on you. It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, please Robbie take me back. Call me,” the message clicks and it’s over. He dials her number, unsure of what he will say. “Robbie? I’m so glad you called,” her voice says from the other end. “Listen Jade, I called because I got your message. But I’m sorry, we can’t get back together. You cheated on me, and I just can’t trust you anymore. I’m sorry,” he tells her. “Robbie please,” she begs through the phone. “Jade, no. You not only cheated on me, you cheated on me with my best friend. Goodbye, Jade,” he hangs up the phone, a tear running down his face. He lays back down on his bed, burying his face in his hands. “Why of all things, why am I thinking of her," his mind whispers. The images run through his head, her smooth (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes, and her trembling hands, scared of the flight. He smiled when he thought of how she squeezed his hand back. She wasn’t his normal type, in fact she was the opposite. Someone he'd never known before; a fan, she wasn’t skinny, yet she was extremely gorgeous to him. She wasn’t a blonde, and she wasn’t an actor. “Then why, why, can’t I stop thinking about her,” he says to himself. He sighs and turns over, drifting off into a restless sleep.

Regular pov

You walked into your apartment, tossing your keys in a bowl. “Hey bubbles,” you walk over to your turtle’s tank and wave to him. “Beau, Beau where are you?” you call out for your golden retriever. He comes sauntering into the room, running over to you, and attacking you with kisses. “Hey buddy, I missed you too,” you laugh. You throw your suitcase in your bedroom and plop down on the couch, calling your dog up. “So Beau, you’ll never believe what happened,” you pet your dog and scratch his back, retelling aloud everything that had happened the past week. “I still can’t believe it,” you say in disbelief. You change into sweats, crawl into bed, and fall into a dream like state.

One month later

You’re phone rings and you hastily search for it in your bag. “Hello? Oh hey, yea I’m sorry, I’m running a few minutes late, just grabbing some coffee. I’ll see you in a few,” you tell your friend (y/f/n). You had planned a beach day, but you’re useless without your morning coffee. “What can I get for you?” the Starbucks employee asks you. “I’ll take a venti iced vanilla latte,” you reply. You step aside and wait for your drink. Someone comes up behind you and taps you on the shoulder. You turn around and can’t believe who stands before you. “Robbie? Oh my god hi,” you hug him. He wraps his arms around you and says, “It’s so good to see you.” You pull away and say, “You too! What brings you here?” “Oh well, I’m useless without my morning coffee,” he chuckles. You stare at him and say, “I say that too. That’s too funny.” He grabs his drink from the counter, turns to you, and asks, “Are you free right now? Or do you have somewhere to be?” You smile to yourself and say, “I’m free as a bird. Let’s chat.” Robbie leads you over to a table and you shoot a text to (y/f/n). “Hey, ran into Robbie! (I know right :P))))))) Sorry gonna have to take a rain check.” She texts back immediately. “Oh my god, go girl! Flirt your ass off.” You sit yourself down at a table and Robbie sits down across from you. “So what’s new with you, super star?” you ask him. “You know, nothing much. Listen, to be honest, it’s not been easy, after we got back home Jade called me.” You look at him in confusion. “Jade?" you question the name. “You know, my ex-girlfriend,” he replies. “Oh right, sorry,” you say. He continues, “Yea, so she called me as soon as I got back. She begged for me to take her back. But I didn’t. I mean she cheated on me with my best friend. Oh shoot, sorry, I said too much.” You look at him with sympathy and say, “Robbie I’m so sorry. That sucks. You made the right choice though. Anyone who would cheat on you is an utter and complete moron.” He blushes and bumbles, “Thanks.” "How is she so nice all the time,” the thought crosses his mind. He shakes the thought and says, “So what is new with you, (y/n)?” You smile and say, “Oh not much, It’s nice to be back home though, I definitely missed the ocean. And my dog.” “You have a dog?” he grins widely. “Yep, his names Beau. I also have a turtle named Bubbles,” you tell him. “That’s awesome. I wish I had a dog, but I travel so much, it wouldn’t be fair to him,” he replies. “Well, maybe you could meet him someday,” you suggest. Robbie grins and says, “I’d like that.” So the two of you finish talking and your cellphone rings. “Hang on one second Robbie,” you pick up your phone. “Hello? Oh hey boss, yea I can come in today, we can put some new ideas in the works. Okay, I’ll see you soon,” you hang up the phone. Robbie frowns. “Hey, I’m sorry, I’d really love to chat more, but I have to go into work,” you frown too. “It was so nice to see you again Robbie, I’m so lucky to get to run into you. Maybe I’ll see you around,” you get up and turn to go. Robbie scoots out from the table and comes after you, grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, (y/n) wait.” You turn around and smile, “Yea?” Robbie rubs his neck awkwardly and blurts out, “Maybe I could get your number? Just on the off chance we don’t find ourselves in the same Starbucks again?” You grin from ear to ear and say, “Robbie that’d be awesome. Here,” you pull out a pen and grab his hand, scribbling your number on his palm. His hand twitches when you write on it. “There you go,” you put the pen back in your purse. “Thanks, I'll text you,” he smiles and watches you leave.

You practically skip to work, calling your friend (y//f/n) on the way. “Oh my god (y/f/n), guess what?” “What?” she asks eagerly. “Robbie asked for my number!” you squeal. “Oh my god oh my god, we have to chat soon girl!” she squeals with you on the other end. “I know, we need to, but I��m on my way into work now. I’ll talk to you later,” you hang up the phone. You breeze through your work, coming up with new ideas for ticket promotions, though your heart wasn’t in it like it usually was. You kept thinking about Robbie, and how he asked for your number. “How the heck did this even happen?” you ask yourself. You finish your work and scramble back to your apartment. “Hey Beau," you pet your dog as you walk in the door. You spend the rest of the night snuggling with your dog and watching tv, the happiest you’ve been since forever.

Robbie’s pov

Once again he saunters back to his apartment and flops down on his bed. “How the heck did this even happen?” he thinks. He sits on his couch, and drinks a beer, watching tv. His phone rings. “Hey sis what’s happening?” he answers. “Robbie have you seen the tabloids recently. A bunch of people saw you with that fan, and now they think you’re dating her. I don’t suspect Jade will be happy,” his sister tells him. “Well actually Cam, Jade and I broke up, over a month ago.” he says softly. “Oh Robbie I’m so sorry, that sucks man. Though I remember her, she’ll probably call you anyways, insanely jealous,” his sister replies. Then a call comes through on the other end and Robbie says, “Damn you’re right. I’ll call you back later.” He clicks to the other line and says, “Jade. What do you want?” “Robbie what the hell, I beg for you to take me back and you repay me by going out with some fat fan?” she yells into the phone. The insult against her makes him clench his fist in anger. “First of all Jade, we’re broken up, what I do isn’t any of your business anymore. Second of all, she’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend. And finally, don’t you dare insult her that way!” he shouts back. “Right, okay, now I’m completely convinced you two are dating. Thanks for spitting all over our relationship Robert,” she hisses into the phone. “You’re the one that cheated on me, Jade. I'm not the one that disrespected our relationship. Goodbye,” he hangs up the phone in tears. It was awfully late, but he needed some cheering up. He pulls back out his phone and texts her. “Hey (y/n), I know we just saw each other, but I’d love to meet your dog. Can I come over?” It doesn’t even take her one minute to shoot back a reply. “Sounds awesome! Beau’s excited. Here’s my address,” she sends a picture of her apartment building and her apartment number. Robbie jumps up and wipes his tears away. He quickly throws on a sweatshirt and scoots out the door.

Regular pov

You sit around anxiously waiting for Robbie. As soon as he texted you, you jumped up in excitement and ran into your bedroom to change. You pull on a pair of jeans and a dodgers t-shirt. You put on your glasses and pull your hair into a ponytail. Then the speaker buzzes. “Hello?” you call in. The british accent rings back and says, “It’s Robbie.” “Come in!” you shout and buzz him in. A few minutes later he knocks on your door and you open it, grinning. “Hey Robbie, come in,” you swing the door open more. He walks in and says, “Listen, before I meet Beau, I need to tell you something. There’s been people taking pictures, well pictures of us. From the airport back in Stevenson as well as in the Starbucks today. They of course are saying that we’re dating, which we’re not. I’m so sorry, I’ll get it fixed right away, I understand if you’re pissed but”- you cut him off. “Robbie, you don’t have to explain yourself at all. I figured this might happen. To be honest, it’s exciting for someone like me, but I’m more than happy to help you clarify with the press that we’re just friends.” He breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank you so much (y/n), for being so chill about it. Now where’s this dog of yours?” he looks around. You call Beau over to you. “Beau! Come here boy!” The big golden retriever comes bouncing over to you. "He's so cute,” Robby bends down and lets the dog attack him with kisses. You could tell Robby needed some cheering up, and you were happy to help. Robbie sits on the couch, petting the dog. “Hey Robbie, what do you think we should do?” you cautiously ask him. He pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “I don’t know, I don’t know, maybe we can release a video on my instagram? Or maybe that's stupid.” “No Robbie, that’s genius! Fans will believe it because it’s coming straight from you,” you admire his idea. “Great,” he smiles and pulls out his phone. “Do you wanna just go for it, or plan on something to say or?” he asks. “Let’s just go for it,” you surprise him by pulling his phone out of his hand. You open his instagram and start a live video. “Hey guys it’s (y/n) here. Robbie and I just wanted to clear up everything that’s been going through the papers,” you explain. Robbie comes into view next to you and adds, “We just wanted to say that we’re just friends. I don’t have a girlfriend and (y/n) is just a fan turned friend I made filming in Stevenson last month. I hope that you all have a fantastic day,” he finishes the video and closes out the app. “Sweet, see now there’s nothing to worry about,” you tell him. Robbie sighs and says, “Yea I guess.” You can see that something’s bothering him and casually pat his arm. “Robbie, are you okay?” you ask tentatively. He turns to you and sighs, “No. So I got the call from my sister, she told me about all the tabloids and not shortly after my ex-girlfriend called me. She was pissed and that just makes it that much harder to forget about her and how she cheated on me. I mean, we dated for two years.” “Yes, you did, and she was a huge part of your life. But you just told the world in that video that you’re single. That’s the first step. It’ll get easier, I promise,” you tell him. His expression changes and he realizes what he said. “You’re right. I didn’t even realize I said it. I’m sure it’ll be out tomorrow. But I’m also sure that they won’t stop. I’m sorry if I totally screwed up your life. Now you’re gonna have people coming to you, asking to meet me, asking if we’re dating, god I really messed up,” he babbles. “Robbie it’s okay. I can deal with it, trust me, and all of that stuff, it doesn’t matter. That’s not going to stop me from being your friend. We are friends Robbie, aren’t we?” you ask him. “Of course we’re friends (y/n). Again, thank you so much for being so cool about this,” he says. “Robbie, you should take the advice Jen gave me on set, stop apologizing,” you say seriously. “You’re right. Thanks. And thanks for letting me meet Beau, he’s adorable, and he totally cheered me up,” Robbie grins. "I'm glad. You’re totally welcome to come visit him whenever you want,” you reply. Robbie smiles and looks around. “Your apartment is lovely, by the way,” he stands up. “Well thanks, it’s not that great but it’s home,” you reply, “Would you like a tour?” “Sure!" he says. So you take him around the tiny studio apartment. The kitchen was small, and a tiny wooden table with two chairs. The counter, surprisingly, was marble and the cabinets a wooden material, light brown. The two of you could barely fit in the kitchen itself. You lead him down the hall and he peeks in the bathroom, which has a massive claw foot bath tub with a shower head above it. “Well you’ve already seen the living room, but here’s my bedroom,” you show him in. It was the only bedroom in the apartment and the bed was a tiny little daybed with a white wire frame. There was a light yellow comforter on the bed, along with various quilts. The only other thing in the room was a night stand, and a massive, multi tiered book shelf, covered in all different kinds of books. “Wow, someone likes reading,” he teases you. “Hey, reading’s cool,” you elbow him. He laughs and says, “I love reading too.” The two of you walk back to the living room and talk for another 1/2 hour or so. “Alright, well, it’s getting late. I’ll text you soon and if you have any problems with any press at all, call me. See you later (y/n),” he stands and walks to the door. “Night Robbie, see you soon,” you shut the door behind him, lean against it and smile. Despite the fact that you had a major crush on this guy, you really did enjoy being his friend. You were beginning to see him as a person and not a celebrity. You shuffle off to bed and have a very restful nights sleep.

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