If you're still accepting ideas, I have one. On Yellow's profile in SBR2, it says that Blue is the only one that understands the happy-go-lucky guy, implying that the two are close, yet the two are opposites in personality (Yellow: Hyper and Active; Blue: Tired and Lazy). How do they get along so well?
i think its like this (halloween story continuation under the cut)
Clearly, he had miscalculated.
Blue pretended to still be asleep on the couch, although the rising sun's beams threatened to push him into a state of unrest.
Well...further state of unrest.
Because, despite pushing Yellow away from eating all the candy, he'd found himself idly snacking away on it in the wee hours of the night. Which, as for most living lifeforms, Blue included, usually resulted in some form of pain later down the line.
Enough pain to keep him from going back to sleep.
(Serves him right for jacking all that candy, though.)
"Bluee!!"
He feigned ignorance.
"Hey, Blueee!!"
The little rascal poked him in the face, and the jig was up.
"Whuh...?"
"Sooo, I've been thinking."
Blue listened with about as much interest as a goldfish in a dinky little bowl.
"Can you make me a device to get rid of the candy lady?? Please???"
'Too much work,' Blue thought. 'Not enough reward.'
Until he felt a pang of discomfort shoot through his body, no doubt thanks to the unreasonable amount of deceit-sourced candy in him, and reconsidered.
"Yeah, but it's not Halloween. Think she's inactive."
"But I wanna be ready for NEXT Halloween, Blue!!"
The little guy was almost jumping for joy at this point, which wasn't an unusual sight.
"Here! I sketched out some designs!!"
Blue was presented with a doodle drawn in crayon- a laser mounted on what was supposed to be Yellow's door.
"There's a timer on it so it gets activated on Halloween. And if it detects anyone with more than 10 teeth on them, they'll get hit with it!"
If anything helped an engineer, it was someone to sketch out some ideas beforehand. But...
"...Obviously there can't be a laser," Blue yawned. "BUT... we might be able to make it, like, an x-ray of some sort."
For once in Yellow's life, he actually sat down and listened with pure interest.
"Like, if it sees more than a reasonable amount of teeth on someone, like the Candy Granny, it zaps them."
"Brilliant! Brilliant!"
And so, until around noon, White got to watch in confusion as Blue and Yellow worked on this doorframe-sized laser device, happily chattering away on how it should look and what features should be on it. In the end, they seemed to settle on a cool-looking curtain. Yellow ran to hang it up on his doorframe, at which point White stepped in.
"...Are you gonna tell him the Candy Granny isn't real?"
"...Nah. It'll ruin the fun."
"The fun of eating half of his candy and getting a stomachache?!"
"No, silly. The festivities and junk. Like if you told him that Santa Bomber isn't real."
"SANTA BOMBER ISN'T REAL??"
"Good lord," White muttered.
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