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Just a normal guy. Really!

[jthm-fandom]

*knocks on the door* nny?.. you in there? I just got back from an M!A but uh, I haven't seen you since and... are you okay, man?

Behind you, Danny.

Your voice is grim and looming as you address your childhood friend. It’s very sweet of him to care enough about you to check on you. But you’re not here to talk about sweetness. You stand leaning up against the wall in the shadows, waiting patiently for him to turn around.

[ask-danny-phandom]

Danny jumped as he heard the voice behind him, turning around quickly. Tense, he crossed his arms, looking over at Johnny. He looked mad. Why’d he look mad? He furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

Uh….hay Johnny. How’ve you been? I uh…haven’t seen you in a couple days. I didn’t even see you last night at the Halloween party! You okay, man?…

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Do I look very okay, Danny?

You ask as you detach from the wall and start walking towards him. You're menacing, and it's not really something you can help. When you get angry enough, your powers get a little out of control and even now, a thin layer of tar is coating your finger tips.

What the hell did you say to Cute?

You cut right to the chase No need beating around the bush.

[jthm-fandom]

*knocks on the door* nny?.. you in there? I just got back from an M!A but uh, I haven't seen you since and... are you okay, man?

Behind you, Danny.

Your voice is grim and looming as you address your childhood friend. It's very sweet of him to care enough about you to check on you. But you're not here to talk about sweetness. You stand leaning up against the wall in the shadows, waiting patiently for him to turn around.

[jthm-fandom]

While we're on the topic, how many other close friends have you lost since playing sburb?

Fuck you, Imma go trick or treating with Cute.

Peace out.

[jthm-fandom]

So now you might dump your only/most trusted childhood friend. How do you feel about that?

I feel like shut up, that's what.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

As soon as you see those bags, your eyes grow wide as dinner plates and your tail twitches behind your lil butt. Look at all that beef jerky! Your favorite food! You haven’t eaten in hours; this suddenly became the best day ever.

Wook at aww dat food! I-is dat aww fow me!?

J-johnny! F-fank you so much! Fank you!

He only has a moment or two to react before you suddenyl throw your tiny body towards Nny and engulf him in a pink-sweater-wrapped hug. You just needed to start being a litlte happy and let it spiral out of control like that.

F-fank you, Johnny!

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You genuinely get toppled over by the tiny ball of happiness that just threw itself at you, and you couldn't be happier about it.

You chuckle as you fall backwards onto the bean bag chairs behind you and instinctively hug Cute back warmly.

It wouldn't be right to have you trick-or-treating and not actually be able to enjoy -some- kind of spoils, am I right?

You laugh as you ruffle her hair and snuggle her warmly.

Hey, how about we leave the bad stuff of today behind, get in our costumes and start the fun?

Seeing Cute smile again lifts your spirits, even makes you forget briefly about Meatboy, and you just want to keep this happy-train rolling. You'll talk to Danny once you're certain Cute's had the best Halloween ever, but not a moment before.

[jthm-fandom]

==>Tell Cute about Meatboy

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

You look up at him and smile a little, and even manage a tiny giggle as he boops your nose. You’re so glad your moirail is so sweet. And he says so many nice things… it’s hard not to cheer up at least a little bit by the end of it.

M-mmhmm… 

I-I… I-I don’t wanna be sad on Haw’ween…

E-even if it’s a kind of sad day fow me. S-so many peopwe give out choc’wate… Why do so many peopwe give out mostwy chocwate fow Haw’ween?

Look at you, already distracting yourself. You’ll be up on your paws in no time. Nny always knows just what to say.

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Because it's cheap and popular... But you now, I will bet my slushie machine we can find some who give out sensible, animal-friendly snacks.

You open your sylladex, expression growing increasingly sly.

Like, for instance, oh, I dunno, beef jerky?~

You smirk as you uncapthalogue one of the several bags you bought just for your little moirail, so make sure she could get as many treats as any other kid on Halloween, even if she can't have sweets.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

N-no…

You have to be truthful in understanding the analogy Nny made up. He’s very good at making things easier to understand for you. He’s very good at that, and you really appreciate it. With a tiny whimper, you cuddle up to him more, and just listen to his nice words. You trust him so much.

The sprite in the doorway sighs in relief, still not catching your attention, but glad for certain taht you’re finally cheering up. He was very worried.

B-but… H-he stiww yewwed at me… I-I said some weawwy mean fings. Wh-what if he’s still mad at me? H-he was weawwy mad…

I-I see why his widdwe bwovew was scawed to stand up to him now…

[jthm-fandom]

People sometimes yell when they're angry, but also when they're scared... But those emotions only last for the moment, until they disappear bit by bit... I promise you he won't yell at you again. I'll talk some sense into him.

If there's on guy he's not getting rid of so easily, it's me.

Also, if there's one guy he should be pissing his pants over right now, it's you. You don't know what you'll do, but a certain impishly homicidal part of you is giving you some very colourful ideas. You dismiss them. Danny's your friend, you don't stab your friends more than once.

You hug Cute closely once again and stroke her hair.

I'll make sure everything turns out well again, Cute, don't worry... And I'll also make sure Danny apologizes to Tuff and you for shouting at you. You shouldn't be this down in the dumps on Halloween, princess.

You tilt her face up softly with a finger under her chin, before booping her nose affectionately.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

B-but I am a bad doggie…

You try to interrupt him, but let him speak and try to concentrate on snuggling into your warm, snuggly moirail. His touch is very calming to you, and you do love those kisses to the top of your head. With another sniffle, you nose into his shoulder and slowly and weakly crawl into his lap. You could really, really use this comfort right now.

…

N-now I’m afwaid to go back to WoTaT. He’s gonna stiww be mad at me… A-and he wives dewe..! S-so I’m gonna stay hewe, on WoWaF, fowevew.

D-dat way he can’t be mad at me anymowe… A-and wif big bwovew hewe, I’ww be okay.

[jthm-fandom]

Oh, baby girl...

You help her into your lap and give her a squeeze as she snuggles, showering her with as much affection as humanly possible. The hurt in her voice and eyes is like daggers to your heart, you can't believe your childhood friend did this to your poor, little Cute...

I promise you, you have nothing to be afraid of... People get mad at one another, but they can't stay mad forever, especially if they get a little time to think for themselves...

And I know Danny, he won't stay mad at you.

Because you'll beat him senseless the next time he as much as looks at Cute in a funny way. Oh, and you'll also be having a very stern talk with him when you get home.

I promise you, Cute, everything's gonna be alright... And trust me, you are the least bad dog in the entire multiverse... Is a dog bad if it stands up for its pack-mate, against an older, stronger, scarier dog?...

You ask rhetorically. Time to give Cute some analogies she can relate to.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

You whimper loudly in his arms, but cuddle in close. It does feel good to have a living, breathing presence of your moirail nearby. You don’t see him as often as you should. This is the best possible time to remedy that problem. As you speak, though, you slowly speed up until you start rambling maybe too fast for some people to understand.

I-I got Mistew Danny weawwy weawwy mad at me…I-I just wanted to hewp Tuff stand up fow  himsewf… I-I towd Mistew Danny dat it wasn’t okay to not teww Tuff he was gonna weave a-and not w-weave hewp fo-fow him…

B-but den… D-den I stawted to yeww…. A-and Tuff apaw’gized to D-danny fow me yewwing…

B-but I didn’t want him to apowgize! D-danny shouwdn’t have weft his widdwe bwovew awone on da pwanet of zombies and wifout anyone to wook out fow him and not tawk to him fow a whowe momf evew! Tuff fought dat his big bwovew died it wasn’t faiw, Danny shouwd have at weast said somefing to Tuff and he nevew did and den Danny said dat he bwamed Tuff bcause his daddy didn’t wove him anymowe and I said somefing mean and den he towd me dat I’m not awwowed to yeww at him and he’s wight and I’m a supew bad doggie!

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You let your tiny moirail ramble her little heart out, as she needs, and once she’s done, you hug her closely and shush her tears away softly, the embrace like a warm cocoon around her, a place of comfort and safety.

You’re not a bad dog, Cute… No, not in a million years…

You gently kiss the crown of her head.

You were trying to help your friend, and Danny was not right in unloading that kinda s- stuff on you…

Your hands are shaking a little, and your heart rate is picking up. How could Danny say something like that to a nine-year-old? A little girl trying to help out a friend, no less! And a half-dog one at that, she’s bound to be deeply affected by something like that!

It doesn’t matter if Danny’s not feeling loved by his father, he shouldn’t let that affect his relationship with his little brother.

…

Oh, can you feel the hypocrisy, Nny? Well, at least you had the sense to grow out of it. Also, your insanity might have had something to do with it too. Bit difficult to be a supportive, loving older brother, when you’re literally losing yourself brain cell by brain cell.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

The sprite stays floating in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt the moment. Besides, Nny has to work his magic somehow. Even if he is upset, and probably needs paps himself.Still, in case he needs backup, the dog stays in the doorway.

You, on the other hand, remain a curled up little lump of sad puppycat in your favorite beanbag, sleeping. When Nny opens the door, it’s enough to wake you up from your weak sleepy slumber and look up at him with tearstained fur. Blinking in surprise you stare in the doorway; you had honestly made yourself believe you’d never see Johnny again.

A rediculous thought, but with how much you were scolding yourself, it made sense to you.

You sniffle again, tears welling up once more as you wake up.

J-johnny..? What awe you doing hewe..?

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You don't even waste time, you just go straight over to her and sit down with her, pulling the tiny, cry-warm puppykitten into an comforting embrace.

Seeing you, of course...

You snuggle her softly.

What happened back at LoTaT?... I didn't even get to see you... Are you okay?...

You stroke her hair softly as you hold her. It's probably somewhat of a comfort to her to see you with pupils again too, but you don't know. Having something alive close to her is probably a comforting thought.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[too-cute-fandom]

From what I can get from her, she said something about getting in a fight with Danny. I think he ended up scolding her for something, because she keeps saying she’s a ‘bad dog’. Only does that when someone tells her she did something wrong.

Normally she snaps out of…

…Hey, a-are you alright? You’re not in your contacts… Have you been crying?

You weren’t sure you liked Cute hanging out with anyone who was a fan of anything homicidal, but you’ve grown to be a fan of this kid. He’s really good at cheering up Cute when she’s upset, and that’s a real important skill.

With a silent float, you move alongside him. He knows where the beanbag room is, but you want to lead him just in case. He looks a little messed up.

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No...

You lie as you rub your eyes, not helping their redness-issue in the least.

In any case, that's not important right now. What's important, is Cute.

You say as you arrive in front of the door. You do give Puppy a thankful, melancholy, little smile, however, before you knock on the door three times.

Hey, Cute?...

You ask before entering, making your presence known to your tiny moirail.

[too-cute-fandom]

"Cute?" You knock on her door, worry in your voice. You haven't seen her for a while, though you heard she was at your place, but left for some reason. You've been so busy lately, it's been impossible for you to catch her properly. But this is serious, she left without saying neither goodbye, nor hello!

Still upset from the entire Danny and Gurren incidents, you whimper from where you’re curled up upstairs, not even willing to run to the door barking like you usually do. However, here’s a different presence that meets your moirail at the door. 

With a snarl.

Look, Gurren, I don’t have time—

He’s already done with the shit someone else has been brining to Cute’s doorstep, and assumes the guest visiting him is the worst-case scenario. However, his upset growl quickly melts into a frown as he realizes he doesn’t have to be mad anymore. This is just the man his little sister needed to see.

Oh, it’s you… Good, good, I was afraid I’d have to come get you. Cute hasn’t left her bean bag chair in hours. She’s upstairs, come with me.

[jthm-fandom]

Fucking hell, I don't even know what happened...

You admit as you step inside with some haste, heading towards the beanbag-room.

She was at my place, but left before I could even get to see her... What went down there, got any ideas?...

You ask. You and Puppy might not be the best of friends, but at least you can agree, that Cute is more important than what the two of you think of one another.

[jthm-fandom]

Aw, Nny... <( *holds out a mug of warm beverage out for him* It'll be okay, man. You guys are gonna stay really good friends for a long time. Why not stay in and watch a movie for the time being? Or do something fun for Halloween?

Way ahead of you.

Nny: Continue your Legally Blonde marathon

[jthm-fandom]

==> Fuck the hunk of meat anyway

Anon: ==> Fuck off and leave me to my ice cream.

[jthm-fandom]

Do you still wanna make out with Meatboy? Feel his warm skin under your cool hand, taste his salty breath on your lips?

Don't do this to me, anon...

[jthm-fandom]

Are you a virgin?

No, I get laid all the time. Like, wow, dudes and girls are just clamoring to get with this veiny, pale, skinny slice of goodness.

==> Get out of your boots and start watching sad movies in bed.