so I'm thinking of making a check please crackfic idea based on this story my mom told me about my brother when he was young
the story goes that my brother at like two-years-old got himself a yogurt from the fridge and cleaned up his tracks while my mom was in the shower. she came downstairs to him eating it at the kitchen table and asked him where he got it from and was surprised that he had the thought to not only get a stool from the bathroom but also to return it to its previous location after using it to open the fridge and reach the yogurt.
now I want a crackfic in which bitty at like four or five-years-old befuddles his mom by eating a slice of pie at the kitchen table only for her to learn that he made it himself and cleaned up the mess
Ransom and Holster had a bit of a problem with one of their frogs. You see, their infamous spreadsheet could do no wrong. Hell, four of their matchups were already engaged. Their program knew its shit, but it kept spitting out errors and garbledegook when they tried to find a date for Bitty. Then Bitty came out to them, and that– that had to explain it. So as soon as they had the opportunity to finally input the right dataset into their spreadsheet, they waited gleefully for the new results, but–
JACK ZIMMERMANN
Ransom and Holster just kind of gaped at their laptop, a bit upset that their program would go so wrong, still. They’d never had this much trouble with another Wellie since– well, since Jack, but then they’d found a link and– well, he and Camilla had been a thing for a while, but nothing else had really come from it.
After a long discussion with eyebrows and hand gestures, Holster threw his hands up and cried, “Fine! But I don’t think it’ll–” as Ransom reconfigured Jack’s algorithm and–
ERIC BITTLE
Holster shouted, “BROOOO” while Ransom just kind of stared and muttered, “But, wait, I didn’t think that would really work– I thought we’d get the same mess that Bitty got before we–”
“Oh shit do you–?”
“D'you think they–?”
They were interrupted by a loud, “PECAN! – Pe-can? – PECAN!” drifting up through both flights of stairs.
Then Ransom and Holster clutched each other close and gushed, “Soulmates!”