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As i hear that wonderful chime telling me it’s the end of my shift, most of my worries are washed away. besides one, dave hasn’t appeared all day today.
I usually wouldn’t care, at all. that’s a lie but today we were going to prank phone guy. and i can’t do that when dave isn’t here. as i took off the disgusting bear suit, i assumed that dave decided he wasn’t going to show up today.
I wave goodbye to phone guy, exited the building and took a good whiff of actual air, slightly surprised that my lungs still work. i took a glance at my car, disappointed how my lungs worked better then my car looks.
Jack started to zone out whilst driving, came to the realisation that he hasn’t heard the word ‘sportsy’ all day. kind of upsetting he brushed off the thought immediately, but still wandered back to dave.
He eventually made it home, oh i hope i didn’t run any red lights. as jack looked through the window he noticed movements in his house, he shoved the keys into the lock, alerting whoever’s inside. kind of stupid actually, now they can run and hide. oh well. jack slammed the door open to a.. petrified eggplant man?
”old sport! who tickled your pickle eh?”
”what are you doing here dave?”
dave didn’t hear jack, or didn’t bother to answer to his question. but got up and gave jack a coffee, it seemed to lighten his mood.
“so are you going to tell me why you’re here or..?”
”well, old sport.. we’re gonna have a sleepover!”
jack sighed incredibly harshly, “i’ve had a long day, Go home dave”
dave was shock, to say the least. but then he gave jack his smug look when he has a horrible idea.
“honestly, sportsy i would go home. but the fazbunker isn’t very.. liveable.”
”sorry, FAZbunker? have you dedicated your whole life to this shitty franchise?” jack had put his hand on his face, in utter disbelief.
“wait, you live in a BUNKER? yeah no fine, you can stay.” dave was thrilled, and mischief was painted all over his face.
jack was slowly regretting letting dave stay. seeing how dave stuck to his hip like his life would depend on it. jack had a sudden idea, a quick and easy way to get rid of dave for a bit.
”hey dave, can you do me a favour?”
”yeah sure sportsy, what’s up?”
jack was contemplating on saying this all together, but it was an easy way to get rid of him.
”can you have a shower while i make dinner?”
… jack was ashamed, of himself. he sounded like a mother?!
“..sure?”
as dave started to walk away jack whispered to dave “..stinky..” dave was offended! he gasped and put his hand on his chest, acting like old sport could see it.
jack chuckled at dave’s gasp. and went to the fridge to get pb&j, he hopes dave isn’t allergic to peanut butter.. oh everything in america is fake, he hopes dave isn’t allergic to fake pb.
jack didn’t want to do all of the labor, so after he got the ingredients put he popped himself onto the couch and put on the telly. everything was boring, so he just put on some soap operas knowing that dave will laugh at him for ‘liking’ that sort of stuff.
after dave got out of the shower, instead of going to sportsy he went to his room. it looked fairly nice, a double bed, two side tables and a wardrobe. pretty decent. in dave’s books anyway.
lil’ ol davey remembered he didn’t bring any clothes. instead of wearing his uniform, (that he for some reason wore on his day off) he just thought to steal old sports clothes, bit short on him but who’s complaining? not him!
Jack didn’t comment on dave’s clothing choice, just like how dave didn’t comment on jacks soap operas.
”so, old sport.. i haven’t eaten all day-“
”you haven’t eaten?” dave continues to surprise this man.
jack grabs his wrist, kinda hurts but dave is just happy that him and old sport are (somewhat) holding hands. jack drags dave to the kitchen and peeks into the fridge.
“ahah!”
”what’d you find sportsy?”
jack lets go of dave’s hand, he swore he heard an “awh..” but brushes it off. he grabs a bowl of blue curry.
”you’re finishing this bowl whether you like it or not.”
old sport looked stern.. and maybe concerned? but why would he be concerned?
”but why sportsy? i’m fine with a pb&j sandwich.. plus it’s blue.”
”but i’m not fine with you not having a single meal, so eat up.”
before dave could protest jack walked off and his two sandwich’s, (lucky..) dave sat there and sulked, he put the curry in the microwave for a minute and watched it spin.
3, 2, 1 BEEP BEEP BE-
dave quickly got it out, awh it’s only warm. ehh good enough, if i stand here for another minute that’s less time with sportsy! dave thunk for a moment, about with old sport said. ‘but i’m not fine with you not having a single meal, so eat up.’ he felt his cheeks heat up. he peeked into the living room, where jack was. it was dark. awesome. he only has a small couch, awesome. he was watching a horror movie, fuck.
jack thought about dave for a moment, he realised he was turning red. it didn’t help that dave walked in at that very moment.
“.. so your a fan of horror movies?” dave muttered
jacked didn’t get what dave was trying to say, so he nodded and patted the spot next to him. dave was, to say, absolutely terrified. he reluctantly sat next to his work partner, jack finally noticed that dave was shaking like he lived in antarctica.
he paused the movie, looked at dave and asked
“what’s wrong babe? you’ve barely touched your sonic the hedgehog curry.”
jack giggled, then his tone became serious.
“okay, i’m getting the elephant out of the room, are you scared of the movie?”
“PFFTT, hah! sportsy! that’s a good one.”
” dave if you are scared, just remember..”
dave looked at jack
“you are a child murder, you shouldn’t be scared.” dave’s mouth agape. he forgot about that!
jack sighed and unpaused the movie, unfortunately he paused it at a jump scare they didn’t expect they jumped into each others arms. spilling pb&j and curry everywhere.