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mira-eyeteeth · 12 years ago

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Yay, I finally got this done! This scenario was requested by eitherangel, quite a while back. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get it done, but here you go!

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Finals were, at long last, finished with and Pitchiner definitely thought that merited some celebration.

Given the fallout from the last time that the group of them set out to get hammered, it was decided (mainly by Pitch) that large quantities of alcohol were not the best choice for rejoicing.

(They never did find out where that chicken came from, but Proto had offered to get rid of it and Pitchiner wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Piki had looked mildly disturbed at that point though, Pitchiner chalked it up to the guy having not having been roommates with the creep and being unused to Proto’s proclivities.)

Well, drinking around mr-unbelievable-alcohol-tolerance always managed to get Pitchiner pissed off and hungover anyway. Being sober around Proto was bad enough, and an altered state of mind just somehow managed to make everything worse.

And so, consoling himself with the promise of a night of drinking with the lacrosse team that probably wouldn’t go completely to shit, Pitchiner planned out a day trip instead. Because he was damned if he’d be dragged out to some boring theatre thing under the guise of ‘celebration’.

Instead, after much wrangling, he’d managed to talk Pitch into coming to the local amusement park. Jack hadn’t put up any fight against going, but then again, he never did. Unsuprisingly, Piki had shown up almost immediately, hovering around Jack and helpfully offering him sunscreen. Proto, of course, had invited himself and the bastard had never listened to anyone telling him to buzz off before and that certainly wasn’t going to change now.

Besides, he’d offered to drive them to the park (they couldn’t all fit on Pitchiner’s bike).

And so, after everyone else had slathered on enough sunscreen to make Pitchiner genuinely wonder if he hung out with a bunch of vampires (seriously, would it kill any of them to actually go outside and breathe some fresh air once in a while? There was enough pasty white skin here to blind someone), they set off.

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“Alright, first things first, we gotta hit up some rollercoasters!” Pitchiner whooped, gesturing forwards toward the twisted, sprawling latticework that made up the park’s most famous attraction, The Nightmare.

“You’re joking!” Piki said, setting a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That sort of thing is far too nerve-wracking. Come on, Jack, we can do something nice and relaxing, like riding in the swan boats…”

“Ah, n-no!” Jack stammered, flinching back. When Piki looked at him questioningly, Jack wrapped one hand around his own upper arm and managed a small, shaky smile. “I-I mean, I’d… I’d like to try out the N-Nightmare…”

“That’s the spirit!” Pitchiner cheered, heading off into the line with the rest of the group trailing behind him with varying degrees of reluctance.

At the first drop, it was really a toss-up over who screamed louder, Piki or Pitch. …Though it was probably Piki, he was supposed to be better at everything, wasn’t he?

Jack, curiously enough, didn’t make a sound through the entire ride, and as they we disembarking Pitchiner turned in his seat and was just about to congratulate the kid. He stopped as soon as he laid eyes on him, though. All the colour had drained from Jack’s face and his hands were wrapped, unmoving and white-knuckled, around the ride restraints. He wasn’t shaking, didn’t seem to be moving at all. If not for the faint rise and fall of the boy’s chest as he breathed, Pitchiner would have sworn Jack was carved out of solid ice.

“Er… you alright kid?” Pitchiner asked, waving a hand in front of Jack’s face. There was no response. With a sigh he pried Jack’s fingers off of the restraints and lifted them off, scooping Jack out of the seat.

Piki, who had scrambled off the ride a few cars ahead, suddenly noticed Jack’s state and rushed over. “What happened? What did you do to him, you brute?” he snapped, hovering over the frozen boy.

“Ah, he’ll be fine…” Pitchiner said, flapping a hand nonchalantly at Piki. “C’mon, other folks want to get on the ride.”

Pitchiner left Jack with Piki at a concession booth, where the Black brother bought him an ice cream cone and tried to coax Jack back into responding to stimulus.

Proto had vanished at some point after they had gotten off the roller coaster, but Pitchiner couldn’t say that particularly bothered him. Instead he turned to Pitch with a grin. “So, where do you wanna go next?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t make me feel like losing my breakfast, thank you very much,” Pitch replied venomously.

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Pitch crossed his arms and glared.

“Fine,” Pitchiner said with a sigh. “How about the log ride, then? Water can’t be coaxed into doing loop-the-loops, far as I know. That should be fine, right?”

“…We’ll see.”

As they were boarding the log, Pitch paused. “This isn’t one of those insipid tunnels of love, is it?”

Pitchiner smiled. “No, dear.”

Pitch rolled his eyes and settled in. The first little while passed uneventfully as they drifted along a channel lined with cattails and willows, and Pitchiner let his hand drop down to brush against Pitch’s.

It was when the log reached a conveyor belt that started to raise the log up a slope that Pitch narrowed his eyes and pulled back. “What’s going on?”

“It’s the exciting part! We go rushing down a chute at top speed to plow into a big lake at the bottom! SPLOOSH!” Pitchiner said with a grin, throwing out his hands in mimicry of huge waves splashing up.

“WHAT?!”

“Didn’t you notice the people getting off the ride before us? They were soaked…”

“I- You- No! I didn’t! And I’m getting off of this right now!” Pitch sputtered, looking around and starting to stand up.

“Whoa, hey, don’t be like that. You can’t bail now.” Pitchiner grabbed Pitch and tugged him back into the seat. “A little water isn’t gonna kill you, and it looks like it’s going to be a scorcher of a day.”

They reached the peak of the slope and the log started to tip down the channel. Pitch let out a little sound of dismay at the sight of the lake below them and whirled on Pitchiner.

“I hate you!” he snapped, fisting his hands in Pitchiner’s shirt and dragging him closer so that he could maximize the poisonous glare that he leveled at the larger man.

“Oh, that’s right! There’s one other thing about this ride!” Pitchiner said, snapping his fingers. He curled one hand around Pitch’s jaw and tugged him closer, pressing their lips together.

Pitch stiffened with shock for a second before sliding his hands from Pitchiner’s shirt up to his throat and tightening his grip.

And then a wave of frigid and brackish water washed over the two of them and Pitch let out an ear-piercing shriek.

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“Ahaha, look at that!” Pitchiner said, pointing to the image on the screen of the two of them kissing, Pitch trying to throttle the athlete and Pitchiner with a smug grin visible on the part of his face that wasn’t covered by Pitch’s.

“You’re not going to buy that,” Pitch said flatly.

“Sure I am! It sums us up perfectly!”

“I know where you live, you know. I could kill you while you sleep…”

“Love you too, dear.” Pitchiner replied easily, sliding a few bills across the counter and accepting the photo from the vendor.

The two of them made their way back to where they had left Jack and Piki, and it seemed as though the kid had finally recovered.

Proto returned as Pitch was muttering invectives under his breath and attempting to wring out the bottom of his shirt.

“Ah, I see Jack has returned to us,” Proto said. “Unfortunately, I have bad news. They’ve closed down the haunted house here, for ‘maintenance’.”

“…Was it closed down before or after you went in it?” Pitchiner asked.

Proto just smiled.

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Waiting in line for the Drop Tower was boring, at least until Proto opened his mouth.

“So did you know that in 2007, in Kentucky, one of these sorts of rides malfunctioned and a cable completely severed the feet of a thirteen-year-old girl?” he said in the same tone of voice that someone might use if they were discussing the weather. Several of the people standing near them in the line jerked and glanced worriedly at Proto.

Pitchiner dragged a hand down his face. “Proto…”

“Oh, and it happened right in the middle of the ride too. Can you imagine what it would have been like for the people standing in line below it, like we are now? There must have been an awful lot of blood.”

People were ducking out of the line at this point, looking sick.

“Oh, but they did retrieve the feet afterwards, so it’s not as though they were just left lying in some bush for some unlucky person to stumble across. I imagine that would have been quite unsettling.”

The rest of the group were staring at Proto with expressions that ranged from absolute terror to disturbed resignation.

Proto shrugged. “I just thought it was an interesting bit of trivia to share. Look, I think we’re up next!” he said brightly, and indeed, all of the people ahead of them had cleared out.

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Of all the attractions, Jack seemed to quite enjoy the teacup ride.

Pitch, however, did not. That may be because he had gone into it with Pitchiner and he’d spun the cup fast enough that neither of them were able to walk straight for fifteen minutes afterwards.

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Though Pitchiner had really only intended riding the merry-go-round to be for shits and giggles, Pitch actually seemed to enjoy himself on it.

Not that he said anything to that extent, of course not. But Pitchiner managed to catch a few glimpses of a smile playing over Pitch’s lips and him fondly patting his ceramic steed on the neck, when he thought no one was watching.

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��Alright, dear, watch this! I’m going to win that one!” Pitchiner said, slapping down some money on the ring-toss counter and pointing at a giant stuffed panther. “It looks just like you!”

Pitch buried his face in his hands and let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’ll give it a try too,” Proto added smoothly, sliding a few bills of his own to the person running the game.

“Prepare to lose, then!” Pitchiner said, grabbing his rings and starting to fling them one by one at the bottles.

A few minutes later he was out of rings and not a single one of them had ended up around the neck of a bottle. He could hear a derisive snort from Pitch behind him.

He growled and pulled out more cash. “I’ll get it this time…”

That was when Proto started to throw his.

One, two, three, four, five. One by one the rings slipped down around the neck of one bottle. Pitchiner’s eyes bulged. “Yes, I’ll have that one, thank you,” Proto said, pointing at the panther. The attendant brought down the toy and handed it to him. Proto glanced sidelong at Pitchiner and smiled. “It’s all in the wrist. Would you like it?” he asked, holding out the animal to the athlete.

“Not a chance!” Pitchiner snarled. “I’ll win one on my own!”

Proto shrugged and watched with interest as Pitchiner grumpily tried again and again to get the toss right.

Ultimately, Pitch had to grab Pitchiner’s wallet and run off to get him to stop pouring money into the game.

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By the end of the day the entire group of them were staggering slightly from fatigue, stuffed with sugary and greasy carnival food, and weighed down with the trinkets that had somehow been accumulated over the course of the day.

The park closed the day with a fireworks show, and the five of them settled down on a grassy slope to watch. Piki shuffled closer to where Jack was reclining, Proto slung a friendly arm around the stuffed panther he’d been carting around, and Pitchiner flopped down beside Pitch.

“Hey Pitchiner?” Pitch asked, watching the colours burst across the sky.

“Yeah?”

“Today… wasn’t completely awful,” he said.

Pitchiner grinned. “I’ll take it.”

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