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chemistwithslippers

Happy birthday!

why thank you ! what a kind message :-) 💚 i hope you have a lovely day whoever you are !

freddythewatchdog

That’s from Teddy! He also said he’d ask Bert to bring you something later! Said he stored it in his desk.

chemistwithslippers

oh wow !! HI TEDDY !!! 💚 i am stoked to get my gift from bert !! :-)

thank you so much the lovely freddy for the information ! please do let teddy know im wishing him well :-( 💚

freddythewatchdog

Will do! Happy birthday!

#chemistwithslippers #stuckinuniformdevelopment

chemistwithslippers

Happy birthday!

why thank you ! what a kind message :-) 💚 i hope you have a lovely day whoever you are !

freddythewatchdog

That’s from Teddy! He also said he’d ask Bert to bring you something later! Said he stored it in his desk.

#chemistwithslippers #stuckinuniformdevelopment

thatonesoldier

Rules of watchdog GSA/art club:

No biting

No weapons

No summoning ghosts or switching bodies

Do NOT fill the conference room with soap bubbles

And most importantly... Homophobes/transphobes get tied to the ceiling fan

freddythewatchdog

How do you switch bodies and why is it banned?

#thatonesoldier

freddythewatchdog

[Reverend Mike]

[text] Good evening, Freddy. So, your birthday is coming up. I'm invited to the party, right?

[text] None of the others are coming, right?

bishop-percival

[text] Right, just me.

freddythewatchdog

It took a few hours for Freddy to respond.

[text] Well, you DID get my coin collection back...

[text] Sure! See ya there!

#reverend mike #bishoppercival

[Reverend Mike]

[text] Good evening, Freddy. So, your birthday is coming up. I'm invited to the party, right?

[text] None of the others are coming, right?

#bishoppercival #reverend mike

thatonesoldier

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

How can I join the art club?

We got a table near the entrance of the lunchroom. Stop on by bud, and all you gotta do is write your name down on a slip we give ya! Then you can skedaddle on over to the conference room on the handout! 👍🏳️‍🌈

stuckinuniformdevelopment

Thank you. I’ll see you Saturday.

freddythewatchdog

I’ll be there too!

#thatonesoldier #stuckinuniformdevelopment

mortisnothere

Need to settle a debate between me and an anonymous person.

Should you be prioritising comfort or style when getting dressed? Not for anything fancy just like, out in the street or something. I’m weighing in on comfort, but my anonymous friend thinks that strangers actually care what you’re wearing at any given moment.

freddythewatchdog

Does it really matter when we all wear (comfortable and stylish) uniforms?

#I don’t even own civilian clothes aside from some novelty t-shirts and hats #mortisnothere

mortisnothere

💢💢💢💢💢💢

freddythewatchdog

What’s wrong, Mort?

#mortisnothere

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez cringed internally. “Oh, I didn’t really think of that!” He replied, half laughing and horrifyingly embarrassed. He stayed completely still with a demented expression. After being silent for a beat he craned his neck to stare at the floor, occasionally looking up while he said: “Okay! Alright! Um, tell him I said- sorry, and he’s uh, cool.” He grinned. “Yup! Yup. Alright! See ya!” He gave a small thumbs up then immediately sprinted away in the opposite direction. “Stupid!” He mumbled to himself then smacked his face with his palm. Without looking he bumped into another watchdog and nearly went into cardiac arrest, yet he said nothing from pure terror and ran out of the exit to WR.

A lifetime of extroversion without innate social skills to go with it had made Freddy into a very observant man. The way Fez had reacted to his brother didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did the abrupt change in tone and loss of interest despite maintaining a cheerful expression, followed by an odd desperation.

Yet without knowing Fez’ occupation there was only one conclusion he could come to: Fez was a rude, shallow, judgemental jerk who he didn’t actually want to talk to again. (Or let Teddy talk to.) Granted, that assumption was open to amending if he found out that it was all a coincidence but...

Well, some Tumblr scrolling and taking a closer look at an online acquaintance of the same name took care of that. As Freddy texted his brother a link to Detective Fez’ conversations with Amy he thanked his lucky stars that he trusted his gut and avoided giving him any valuable information. Instead, Teddy was warned to stay away from the WR office and watch out for Detective Fez.

A few hours later— when lunch rolled around without releasing Freddy from the WR’s merciless ticket line— Teddy texted a simple “Thank you” back before forwarding it to Reverend Mike.

#detectivefez #the fraudulent frederick #stuckinuniformdevelopment #long post

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez got the memo. Tone it down, he told himself. He half-chuckled, feeling awkwardness beginning to build. “Sorry, um. Check it out.” He knelt down and unrolled the hem of his pants, which seemed to have bunched up thread along the very bottom. “So, my bobbin sucks. Everytime I buy a new one I’m like ‘Oh, I’ll grab one and see if it works,’ but then the tension doesn’t really feel right no matter what I do.” He stood up. “So, I was wondering if I should ask him about it? I don’t really know anyone else who sews other than my sister and we haven’t talked in years. I know it’s like… Forward but yeah.” He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets then checked his watch once more. He could genuinely use the advice, but he didn’t like Teddy truthfully. He remembered to keep his expression interested, but not forced. He toiled with himself mentally, fighting tooth and nail to scold himself in case his true colors showed. He needed clues at the moment.

“I mean, I can pass along your email if you want but...” Freddy awkwardly rubbed his head. “Have you ever tried asking anyone online?”

Then they smiled while giving Fez a thumbs up. “The folks on the hobbyist forums are surprisingly helpful! You could probably post a photo and get some answers before my brother gets the chance to message you back, y’know?”

#detectivefez #the fraudulent frederick

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez began to trot away, but then he stopped suddenly. He reevaluated, then spun on his heel, and with a determined look, he marched towards Freddy. “Oh! One more thing, how’s Teddy’s sewing going?” He asked, expression now interested.

Fez kept giving Freddy whiplash and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“Good?” he hesitantly answered, not trusting the look on his face nor intensity. “Probably? He hasn’t mentioned it lately?”

#detectivefez #the fraudulent frederick

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez raised his lid, but his expression stayed jolly. His head was hammered down by his speculations of who exactly was in blue came into fruition. Of course, as many watchdogs as there were among the skullship, there always had to be a catch of who knew who. Fez being one of them. “Ah, neat!” He said, his voice skosh-serious. “Anyway..” He bunched his sleeve to check out the time. “Gotta run. Time passes quickly when you’re talking a lot, just the facts.” He thought of an emergency fib he could use to squirm out of this conversation in case he needed it. Maybe the tailors? (As if he knew anyone who worked there.) Tie club would be soon? Something... It could wait however. “Well, I’ll see you, Freddy!” He smiled, waving gently with a limp wrist. “It’s been nice chatting.”

“Yep! See ya!” Freddy waved while maintaining a strained smile. “I’ll probably be here all day again!” With that he topped off his water bottle again before popping into the bathroom.

Yet without knowing Fez’ occupation there was only one conclusion he could come to: Fez was a rude, shallow, judgemental jerk who he didn’t actually want to talk to again. Granted, that assumption was open to amending if he found out that it was all a coincidence but...

#detectivefez #the fraudulent frederick #stuckinuniformdevelopment #whereissoldiersam #amy #long post

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez let out a soft hum-chuckle at the photo. “Aww! You were so small!” He beamed, but someone else other than Freddy caught his eye who looked familiar. That being the one wearing the T-shirt. He blinked. “Oh, what are your siblings' names?” He asked, handing the picture back to Freddy, still smiling.

“Eddie and Teddy!” Freddy chirped while giving Detective Fez a wide smile. After a moment they realized that they should explain the initials.

“Those stand for Edward, Alfred, and Theodore,” he said while pointing to each respective pup. “Teddy thinks the theme is stupid because our parents milked the Ed junior thing— and I’d say that’s silly if he didn’t dig up the scrap paper they left in a dime store baby names book— but I think it’s cute! Eddie and his wife seemed to like it too since they got a batch of Elly juniors. Her name is Ellie with an ie at the end but elly with a y has a lot more names to choose from. And it’s a more gender neutral suffix somehow? Language is weird.”

“Ah!” Freddy paused, then rubbed his head and awkwardly chuckled. “I got off on a long tangent there! Anyways...” He turned his attention back to the photo and rested his finger near the boy in blue.

“Now, I know this isn’t exactly the best look for him— and that maaay be part of why this is one of the photos he destroyed the negatives of so please don’t tell him I showed you— but he didn’t get so angry until he noticed how upset I was! He’s usually very easygoing. So much that once there was this jerk at highschool that everyone was complaining about and everyone was stunned when he said that he hated her too!”

Freddy finished by putting his hand to his cheek and letting out a motherly sigh. “I swear, he’s far too nice for his own good...”

#detectivefez #the fraudulent frederick