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OBSESSED WITH THISS AQUA TEEN POPTART AD…they’re so CUTE

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Storytime (fluff)

Once again I have written this POS at like 2am. So it’s probably completely incomprehensible, but fuck it we ball. There’s not enough ATHF fics anyways.

Shake strained, gripping the door as tightly as he could. Gritting his teeth to nullify his voice, which hardly could qualify as a whisper like he thought it would.

“How. Long. Is he going to just lie there?”

“Quiet boy. He..he said that the doctor said that he needed to get some rest. And ..so we had to be quiet..so- so that. He could get some rest.”

Meatwad looked into the darkened room, standing just underneath Shake to peer in aswell- he lurches back when Shake closes the door suddenly. His face marginally darker, looking angry as usual. If he could cross a pair of arms he would.

“Well- I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry. And..I’m bored. There’s nothing on the TV. Who’s gonna read ME- a story? Huh? Not you. What’s uh- How long until Frylock gets better?”

The milkshakes tone broke for just a moment, looking at Frylock’s plain door with a pout. Almost upset. Meatwad just stared up at Shake confused by the rapid change in emotion and replied as honestly he could.

“I dunno...uh..Why don’t we go ask Carl? He can read us a story. That boy got all kinda cool stuff.”

Shake seemed to immediately lighten up at the mention of their neighbor. Almost going to yell something, but forcing himself not to in almost a strain. He made his way outside to the lawn, Meatwad in tow. Quietly rolling along as they “walked” to Carls front door and obsessively knocked on it.

“God. How could I forget! Carl- oh great gods Carl. My one true neighbor, Carl! How does one spend a day without CARL. COME OUT HERE!”

He eventually answered, aggravated like always. Shake equally so since the jersey man had taken so long. Carl’s hands on his hips, he sighed as he was ready for whatever they wanted to drag him into for today.

“Whaddya want.”

Meatwad was the first to pipe up. Especially since Shake was too focused on trying to explode Carl with his mind. The stink eye from the cup really having no effect on the human.

“Frylock’s takin’ a nap cuz the uh, the doctor said he’s uh sick so.. he can’t read us a story.”

Carl looked throughly unimpressed, suppressing a snort.

“So..ya want me. To read you guys..a story?”

In unison, they both agreed, multiple times. Then they started to beg, overshadowing what Carl had to say afterwards until he started to quiet the two food items.

“Now, now, I’m not reading anything until- well uh- I’m not reading in the first place! let’s just get that out of the way. But uh-either way. What does Fryman even have? Like uh what’s he sick with?”

The two talked amongst eachother for a moment, with Carl standing there idly. Shake takes a deep breath and moves forward onto the man’s concrete step, looking Carl deep in the eyes.

“…We don’t really know.”

“WHADDYA MEAN YOU DONT KNOW?”

The cup shrugs. Carl pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated as he caves in. Moving the two out of the way so he can make his way to the side window of their house, having memorized which window leads to what room at this point. Peeping in on Frylock’s room while the two scramble up next to him, not caring much about personal space. Testing Carl’s patience.

“You think he’s got some super mega virus? It would explain his behavior..and why he’s always been so mean.”

“Yeah, mean to you son. Cause…cause you’re a loser.”

“Do you hear this …slander- Carl? I think Frylock got to him. We may have to put him down”

“What! NO!”

Carl shoves the both of them away from the window. Turning to lean against the house’s wall.

“Shuddup. What did the uh.. doctor- tell you? And dont touch me. I don’t know if whateva yous two got there is contagious.”

Shake rolls his eyes, annoyed by the question.

“Doctors are hacks! They scammed us. He was in there for a few minutes, and he came out only for them to tell us he was cold. You don’t need a doctor to tell you that, and-“

Meatwad looks between the two, watching Carl slowly get up and leave to his house and Shake continue confidently ranting to the wall. The Jersey man rifled through a cabinet until he found his cold medicine, causally walking into the always-unlocked front door of his neighbor’s house. Meatwad rolling in behind him as he was about to enter Frylock’s room.

“What’re you doin.”

“Oh. Uh, delivering some medication from the doctor to your friend here.”

“We can’t afford no medication.”

“The uh- medication fairy brought it. Yeah.”

“Boy I know there ain’t no medication fairy. Don’t play around with me, and give it to me straight.”

“I am ..going to give Fryman some medication..from my house. So that yous, and cup out there- leave me alone. Okay?”

“Oh well that’s real sweet of you Carl, thank you.”

The man grimaced at the meatball before slipping into Frylock’s room to flick him awake. Having second thoughts about giving the weird food guy his medication, but these go away as soon as he hears the dry “thank you” come from his throat. Mumbling a “don’t mention it” himself and exiting quickly, but not before pointing out Shake. Who was staring worriedly through the window and scampered away as soon as Frylock looked over.

They all sat in the living room. Frylock still resting quietly in his room, Carl for some reason ..still hanging around. Meatwad spoke up again, as always.

“So..when he wakes up, does uh..does that mean he’s gonna be all better then?”

“Nah, a cold usually takes a couple days to get betta from. But with this crap? Oh he’ll be a new Fryman in like, 3 days max.”

“Three days is still too looooonggg Carl I can’t survive without being read stories…my stories ohhh my stories….Carl.”

“We dunno how t’ cook either.”

“That too. That’s a… good point actually. I do know how to make lasagna..but that’s really it.”

Carl covers his face with his hands. Even though he knows he’ll stay anyways and have sorta a good time, these guys are fuckin idiots. He wonders where they even keep their books..if they even have them. Just to pass the time till Fryman gets up.

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This is my account so I will information dumpdious about “The Greatest Cule” as I’ve dubbed them, or Wander/Sylvia/Commander Peepers/Lord Hater

Initial anxiety, cuz they’re all nerds:

- Wander is the universal calmer for the group, of course. The most emotionally sensible of the group and also the one who gets walked over the most because of his aptness to help people. Having both a lot and honestly, zero experience when it comes to relationships such as these. He’s a confident looking wreck, still being able to wander about the current galaxy but always wondering if he made the right choice and such. Has a bad habit of keeping his worries to himself, but they can tell. His fur is messier, and he’s doing way too much for the Watchdogs. They dote on him in their own ways but it doesn’t help much, the poor thang looking progressively more sick until they collectively get together and practically kidnap him. Hater being the loudest, most aggressively loving as the furball is forced into a swaddle like break in Hater’s room. They calm down, and eventually get Wander to talk about what’s bothering him. The nomad ended up getting sick, so even though he tried to get back up insistently- he wasn’t allowed to. Hate’s rule. He’d ever felt so, helplessly protected, and loved. Feeling content to sort of stay in one spot, even if just for a moment.

- Commander Peepers would be distant, more logically approaching the situation at first. Being a self appointed nerd, even when he opens himself to the idea of the polycule he’d be a bit logical and stiff for a bit, overthinking things. Becoming even more overbearing and demanding of the watchdogs, and of course it’s noticed quicker than any of the other member’s own overthinking escapades. He falters quite easily, dramatically too. Apparently the commander snores when he’s comfortable. But that’s rumor.

- Sylvia had the least obvious worry, being the only girl in her large family other than her mother. The Zbornak both knew how to hide her feelings of worry and how to handle it, sort of. Feeling only a bit nervous about if she could provide anything to the group, if she could even protect them. Having a hard time sleeping, they noticed. When they initially went to ‘confront’ her, she refused to admit anything was wrong, till she realized they were genuinely concerned for her. With a drawn out sigh, she told them what was on her mind. Beating down on herself, only to be reassured that having been worried was “totally normal I was super nervous too!” “usual for these things, you’ll be alright-” and a long winded but very lovely and kind speech from Wander. She’d never slept better that night, cuddled up with the people she cared the most for.

- Hater never felt more ecstatic. And confused. And, awkward. Had absolutely no idea what to do, or say, he felt nervous being around them. All shaky but like not in the “I’m totally gonna flarpin destroy you” way. He actually..enjoyed the weird stuff they did, kind of. Some of it he didn’t like but they didn’t mind? And, he didn’t yell or nothing. In fact he didn’t say anything. Almost sickly nervous in a weird way. Feeling so, so overwhelmed and being to nervous to tell them why. Going outside, quite literally feeling that energy rush out of his body in an electric shock to destroy the grass beneath him. Before just, breathing. Trying to relax. Feeling upset and angry just for a moment when one by one- they come out curiously when they notice he’s gone. In an already vulnerable state, hoping they didn’t notice the dead grass (they did, but didn’t say anything) he talks eventually. The stars shine brightly that night.

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Obligatory Introduction Post

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