3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?
YOU DIDNT GIVE ME A FIC SO ILL JUST SAY MY FAVORITE ONES WHICH ARE FROM MY SCHLATT FIC DURING THE SNOWBALL FIGHT AND IN MY MIST RECENT SBI FIC WHEN WIL AND TECHNO PEER PRESSURED TOMMY INTO ASKING Y/N A QUESTION
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
MY MOST RECENT ONE AND THE TIME BUDDIES KARL FIC I WROTE A WHILE AGO I HAVENT REREAD IT BUT I REMEMBER IT HAVING PRETTY GOOD STORY FLOW AND I WROTE THE ENTIRE THING WITHIN A DAY WHICH IM PROUD OF
18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? I LIKE TO WRITE A PARAGRAPH OR TWO AND THEN EDIT EACH TIME AND THEN DO A FULL SKIM AT THE END
25. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?
YOU DIDNT GIVE ME A FIC SO ILL JUST SAY FROM THE SBI ONE WHICH WAS PROBABLY THE EXPOSITION PART WHERE WILBUR WAS DAZING OFF AND TOMMY HAD HIS ROCK AND TECHNO WAS CIRCLING THE TREE FOR ENEMIES BUT IT WAS FUN TO WRITE!!
phantom gn!reader x royal!sbi? platonic of course.
the reader is an old friend of philza's since phantom's have a long life span, maybe they were a potions dealer and phil at the time was a hunter and potion dealers and hunters were known to be a great pair during that era so they kicked it off but split after that era was over and moved to other professions.
the sbi are running away after their kingdom turned against them, and phil led them to a forest to try and find reader? but when they arrive wilbur, or someone else of your choosing, freaks out cause they think phantom hybrids are dangerous and such.
but before he makes a move, reader folds their wings which means 'surrender' in phantom? fluff ensues :D hope this isn't too much. /gen
trigger warnings: fire, weapons, death threats, mention of cults, cursing, kinda politics but not really???
authors notes: this was like, surprisingly really fun to do? super neat concept, thank you for the request!!
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“People of this wretched kingdom!” the man on the wooden crate starts, raising the burning flag high over his head. The large ashes fall into the crowd as he continues. The man's words fall on deaf ears, however, as Phil orders his guards to alert the princes of their sudden urgent departure.
Phil had everything planned. His sons couldn't have been able to predict the oncoming rebellion, but Phil sure did. He took extra care in ordering only the most trusted servants and guards to keep Tommy, Wilbur and Techno as isolated in the castle as possible, because if they were to go outside in the public eye in the past 6 months, they'd have an arrow in their neck and crimson on the ground.
Only now do they finally see what's going on- rallies being led to the front drawbridge of the castle and a man standing on a wooden crate. He is slim and lanky. In one hand he held a pitchfork the height of two wine cellar barrels stacked up on each other, in the other he held a large wooden pole with the kingdom's flag slowly engulfing in embers. The crowd smells of sweat, ashes and faux justice.
“I can't believe I'm going to see you again- after 40 years and under these circumstances…”
Phil sighs tiredly, discarding his glistening crown on his pristine writing desk, ridding himself of the last piece of physical evidence of his reign.
Knocks rattle through the large oak door of his bedroom, and a guard speaks with a gruff, urgent tone.
Hung up on the wall is a longsword. A few scratches on it and a worn handle, but it was loved well and a bow with a sling of obsidian arrows to go with it. Both items have dust covering them as if it's been ages since they've been swung or plucked, Phils fingers quickly grabbing them and cutting through the dusty residue. He nods, following the guard out of his bedroom soon to be ransacked and burned to the ground; his crown placed on the desk surely to be taken by a squalid dictator.
“My King, the princes have been escorted out of the castle with their belongings. They are safe and waiting for you at the largest oak tree in the far east of the forest. I'll have to escort you now; and fast. Knights at the front lines have turned on us and they are lowering the drawbridge to the townspeople. Do you have all your personal belongings?”
Phil grabs two large leather bags, intricate designs dance across the straps of each one. After slinging them over his shoulder, he then turns to the wall closest to the large windows.
“PHIL! Phil, what the Fuck is goin on, man?! The whole fuckin towns swarming the castle!”
Tommy yells, his voice panicked and shrill. He stands up immediately from his spot on the lush grass. Taking a good look at him, he carries his own bag prepared by one of his servants before ushering them out of the castle's perimeter. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be equipped with self-defense precautions other than a large rock in his right hand- but Phil can't exactly see into his bag, so he only prays that the former servant packed at least a dagger or something.
Wilbur is seen standing a few feet away, a thousand yard stare as his left foot taps away with what anyone could only assume to be a mania of thoughts on his head. Heavy footsteps circle all three of them, as Techno has been orbiting the small clearance around the large tree. A close look at his stone cold expression makes it clear that he's watching for anyone who could possibly sneak up on the unprepared group.
“Listen, I'll explain all that later but right now we need to leave, now. It's not safe here anymore, alright?”
Phil glances around to see his other two sons.
All of them are looking at Phil, waiting for an answer to each of their questions. He sighs, pulling out his old longsword from its sheath.
Wilbur snaps his head up at Phil, “Look at me- Phil. What are we going to do? Because by the look of things, I just happened to notice the rallies of townsfolk with pitchforks and I don't think they seem too happy.” Wilbur babbled.
Techno quickly introjects, voicing his own concerns.
“Listen, how much did you plan for this kinda thing, exactly? Maybe you didn't notice-” he stops pacing, turning to look at the castle in the distance as one of the corner towers erupt into flames from the inside, “-the castles uninhabitable for us anymore, and we're runnin from an entire KINGDOM. So unless you've got some secret life saving plan, now's the time to tell us. Otherwise, I don't see any way we'll be gettin’ out of this.”
“Techno, take this. So, we absolutely can't go back. I've got a plan, we're going to visit an old friend of mine. And we have to go NOW.”
Phil disclosed, setting off into the woods immediately after. Techno takes the sword hesitantly but wields it like an old friend as he follows directly beside Phil. Tommy sputters concern and shock, but it falls on dead ears. Wilbur is the last to move, standing there looking at where his father once stood with wide, squirrely eyes. He flinches when Tommy calls him to catch up. The boys follow Phil into the thick, suffocating woods.
Each bird that rustles the trees or deer that steps on the dry grass makes the entire group stop each time it happens. Phil has his bow and arrow up and ready, pointed towards the ground as he walks with a cautious eye.
Techno holds the blade of his sword across his body, ready in case an unruly visitor decides to make an unforeseen appearance.
Tommy clutches his rock, though it won't do much compared to a sword and bow but perhaps the sweat from his hands would make its way onto the rock to scare away the opponent.
Wilbur, unlike Tommy, has actually checked his bag prepared by his old servant and finds a decently sized dagger to wield. Not as good as a sword but DEFINITELY better than a sweaty rock. Despite this though, Wilbur seems to be the one most on edge. To no surprise, Wilbur used to be the brother who went the least outdoors. This meant the spontaneous castle lockdown impacted him the least, but the sudden turn of events spawned an intense feeling of shock and confusion at every little thing he failed to be instantly familiar with. This feeling only heightens at an alarming rate as the group arrives at a strange treehouse.
Knock, knock, knock
Phil knocks on the tree three times. A few dead silent seconds pass before odd sounds seem to emit from…inside the tree?
Like clockwork, a long staircase folds out from inside the tree step by step. Techno, Wilbur and Tommy flinch back, a contrast to phils calm and almost excited face.
Footsteps gradually make their way down the steps, and the more Wilbur sees the more alert he becomes.
Sure, he had never been one for going outside much if at all, but with the castle's grand library to keep him busy, he had learned a few things. A few things about those white markings on blue tinted skin. About those lime green eyes and slim, scaly tail. About those large intimidating wings that could circle prey for hours, and those razor sharp teeth that can bite chunks out of a human's shoulder and soar away in an instant to circle back and make sure they go for the neck next time.
“Phil? Oh my gosh, phil?! It's been YEARS, man! What're you doing here again- came to pay me a visit, ay?” Y/n jested as they went in for a friendly hug, however instead of Phil they felt he was replaced with a sharp dagger pointed at their throat.
“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there, pal-” Y/n put their hands up in defense, Wilbur cautiously holding his weapon to their throat.
“Right, I’m telling you now to stay away from Phil- don’t fucking touch Phil you feral monst-” he brings himself to a full stop as he hears a loud swish of the air. He looks from Y/n's wide eyes, to their wings, folded and pressed into their back, at their face, and at their wings again before hesitantly withdrawing his dagger and shuffling back a bit.
Folded wings mean no harm.
If there was anything he remembered at that very moment from the various books he's read, it was that. Y/n's face was alarmed and a bit shocked, sure, but their face seemed to match up with their wings and their intentions were clear; they meant no harm. He fully settled down, giving them more room to move as they slowly put their hands down and relaxed.
“I'm an old friend. I don't wanna hurt anyone, I promise. You won't see me trying to get damage on anyone here, swear to it.”
Y/n says, still trying to be tentative of their tone. While Y/n seems to be much more forgiving of the sudden out of pocket threats, Phil on the other hand was furious. A hard smack in the back of Wilburs head seemed to get the message through.
“What the hell was that, Wil?!”
Phil scolds Wilbur, with no remorse even after Wilbur hisses and rubs the back of his head in pain. Techno and Tommy burst out laughing, easing up the tension.
“Bruhh, I'm gonna be honest Wilbur, it doesn't seem like you really thought that one through.” Techno chimes in, a taunting grin on his face.
“Man, if I were you Wilbur, I'd be so, SO embarrassed if I were you, but luckily, y’know, I’m me. Me and NOT you, Wilbur.” Tommy boasted with a shiteating smile.
“The kingdom got tired of us. There was lots of gossip about some man who started this huge cult following- something about him being a god or something pretty much. He got so popular that his cult eventually took over the entire kingdom. That's when he convinced all the citizens that he should be king and that we were ‘imposters sent by Lucifer himself’ or something. He overtook the castle, and that's when we all had to sneak away. These three are my sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.”
“Anyway, enough with the smalltalk. What're you doing here, Phil? Haven't seen you in what, 40 years? Shouldn't you be ruling that kingdom I've been hearing about? Also, who are these guys? Never seen them before.”
Y/n gestured towards the three younger boys as they spoke, nodding their head towards the trio. Phil gruffly sighs, remembering the months of resistance against his reign. Y/n notices his sudden change of emotions and intently listens.
“Well first off, hello boys, lovely to meet you. Secondly-” they take a deep breath before continuing, “-WHAT?! They just- ambushed you? Just like that? Man, I mean if the people in that kingdom were THAT easy to persuade into some cult, I don’t think you'd wanna rule there anyway.”
Techno nods at Y/n with a brief hello, Wilbur hums to show his presence, and Tommy gives a boisterous “hello there!”
Y/n stands there with a dumbfounded expression before responding.
Smalltalk continues between Y/n and Phil, they offer them all a place to stay for as long as they need. Phil expresses his gratitude to Y/n, but there seems to be another conversation going on.
“Well go on, Tommy! You ask!”
“WHAT?! No, no, no, if you're so curious about it then why don't YOU ask?!”
“I've gotta agree with Wilbur on this one, Tommy. I mean, if we're gonna be livin’ here then you've gotta start pullin’ your weight, you relied on the serfs too much anyway.”
The huddle breaks as the trio stands up straight. Wilbur speaks up, seeming to act like his normal self again.
“Now, excuse me, Mx. Y/n? Tommy has a bit of a question he'd like to ask you, if you would be so kind.”
Wilbur declares, nudging Tommy forward to urge him to speak. Tommy jerks the side of his back away from Wilbur in annoyance. If you try hard enough, you can hear him angrily mutter “bunch of fuckin wrong ‘uns…” under his breath. Tommy turns to Y/n and Phil, clearing his throat before speaking.
“Wow, way to make that question really captivatin’, Tommy. Way to go.”
“How do you know Phil?"
….
“SERIOUSLY Techno shut the FUCK UP!”
Y/n lets out a snort before answering the question.
“Oh, here, come inside! I've got a good amount of extra rooms, so make yourselves at home. Something tells me you'll be here for a while.”
“Ahh, Phil here and I used to be partners waaay back. I was his potion dealer and he was a hunter back when that whole pair was popular- not even sure if you guys were alive for that era. We were real close for a good while before that whole thing died out and we went off to do different things. I've got my own thing and by the looks of it Phil does too. But man, you kept the bow and sword? Those ancient things?”
Y/n nods at the sword that Techno is still holding, though he sheathes it back into its holder now that he feels unthreatened. Y/n reaches up, stretching her back and flaring her wings out to stretch as well before relaxing.
GENUINELY, I think it has got to be the puffy one, it was SO well written and it was an amazing play on the prompt :D
Unashamedly answering c!krabs, the characterization is well-pulled through and organized through each fic u write ab em!!!!
OH okay okay this one, i have been rotating that scene wif Q, ckrabs, cicarus and the assholes in my mind whenever i suddenly remember it (for some reason, i remember it ALOT)
THE PACING, I love the pacing, the pacing makes me cry weep etc etc, its beautiful and dare i say easily digestible for my lil adhd eyes
ive reread the tic ones numerous times because, oh yeah oh yeah i have tics TOO and like, you write what its like well, handshake handshake to that fic btw, gotta b one of my fav tic fics
im so so curious ab the other crew mates, how would you think the crew would be like> their dynamic???? how well they worked together and literally, i love pirate r
SHITTING CRYING MY EYES OUT FUCKING BALLINH HOLY FUCKING SHIT WAAAAAHAH BESTFRIEND...... OKOKOK HILD ON BESTIE BREATYING RN GISH THATS JUST SO NICE YOU LILE C!KRABS!!!! I LIKE HER TOO OMG!!
ALSO GOSH THAT SCENE WITH Q ICAEUS KRABS AND THE ASSHATS WAS SO CHALLENGING TO WRITE IVE NEVER DONE A BACK AND FORTH LIKE THAT BEFOTE I DID IT RIGHT??? I DID IT RIGHT!!!!!!
AAAHHH PACING!! IM NOT SURE WHAT THAT MEANS BUT FOR ME I TAKE IT AS STORY SPEED WHICH IS WONDERFUL TO HEAR!! IVE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT CATCHING UP WOTH CONFUSING FAST OACED STORIES WHICH IS WHY I TRY TO MAKE IT THE PERFECT SPEED FOR ME ASWELL AS DIRECTISH BUT ALSO PARTS THAT CAN BE LEFT UP TO IMAGINATION!!!
WAAAH THE TIC ONE WAS FUN TO WRITE!! I BELIEVE I HAVE MINOR TICS (FLAPPING MY HANDS UP AND DOWN) BUT IT WAS WONDERFUL TO RESEARCH ABOUT ITS SO RELIEVING I GOT IT RIGHT AAAH
okokokok ling ish ramble?? but i think the crew woukd be like your average pirate crew but like with very familial values !! looked after eachother to a TEA and super overprotective of older and younger crewmates, that kinda vibe. most of the crew would have older sibling relationships with each other- even if one was younger than the othetlr they just loved each ither a lot but most of the crew has a hard time showing traditional love and appreciation, so instead they opted for more acts of service! as the crew fell apart however, this mentality kinda crumbled and thr old and young members were first to die once the "dog eat dog" mentality was the new norm on the ship.
crying and sobbing, "this mentality kinda crumbled and the old and young members were first to die once the dog eat dog mentality was the new norm on the ship" THIS MENTALITY KINDA CRUMBLED AND THE OLD AND YOUNG MEMBERS WERE THE FIRST TO DIE ONCE THE DOG EAT DOG MENTALITY WAS THE NEW NORMA ON THE SHIP
trigger warnings: brief mention of death, mention of bones
authors notes:
OMG DEACY THIS WAS SO DAMN COOL TO WRITE ALSO HIIIII!!! its been a while since ive had to brush up on my characterization skills, but it was super nice to practice, so thank you!! i hope you like it!
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Tommy:
He's not gonna care about you all that much.
When you join, Tommy is either gonna be indifferent about you or think you're a weirdo until you say something he likes
You guys probably walk past each other and he realizes he doesnt recognize you
It's honestly really hit or miss with Tommy!
He's like a visual novel character
If you say specific things he likes, then he’ll like you and say something along the lines of
“yeah, me too.” (albeit in a more generic way)
If you say something he doesn't like, then he will make that one scrunched up face of disgust at you and straight up TELL you that you're weird
And while that's all surface-level impressions, depending on what you say you CAN have a much more meaningful impact on Tommy!
You've gotta show him that you're on his side of things- be someone who makes him feel safe!
Christ knows people aren't giving him that a bunch lately.
Wilbur:
This dudes gonna act all silly goofy
Like yasss omg!!! There's someone new on the server?? Time to see if they wanna be my buddy!
Gonna be asking you a lotta questions like who you've met already, where you've visited, what you know n jazz
Gonna be walking around a lot, and if you dont catch up to him then that's your problem! He can't seem to stay in one place for a long time
Actually, he was lying. He's gonna hook his arm around your shoulder and talk to you like that if you can't keep up with him.
He doesnt wanna lose his new pal!!
Speaking of lying, though,
He's gonna be lying. A lot.
Probably gonna say that he and Quackity are besties, or that he doesn't know how explosives work.
But sometimes, he's gonna be straight up honest with you.
If the subject is brought up, then he’ll just casually mention the way he died
Or how limbo was
And then move on like nothing he just said was concerning.
All in all, hes eager as hell to make a friend
So might as well try to be a pal, right?
Quackity:
Gonna have motives RIGHT when he sees your new face
A bit skeptical of you, to be frank.
With the way he speaks to you, you'll be able to notice that he’s tryna test you if you're observant enough
His tone is gonna be slow and casual, kinda muse-typa vibes y'know?
Not completely friendly but not completely businessy and stern
He's gonna be testing the waters to see if you'd be some sort of benefit to Las Nevadas
And if not, maybe one less of a potential obstacle to deal with in the future.
The conversation won't be super intense at first, Quackity will make sure to keep it in the smalltalk stage for a bit
But once he starts hitting you with questions, then that's when the conversation gets more interesting.
Quackity will gladly bring up something minor about himself if he was the person to ask the question that engaged the subject.
But man, does this guy have BOUNDARIES!
Refuses to answer any question you ask about him if it's too personal.
Brushes it off with a
“were not quite uh, close enough for you to be asking such personal questions, alright? Tone it down.”
Doesn't seem to recognize the hypocrisy in that, but oh well.
Courtesy, though? 100%
He’ll give you some gear or food if you need it, respectful to an extent.
Might even show you around Las Nevadas! A tour, of sorts!
He wants to get on your good side, but not without careful observing and testing to see if you're even WORTH your good side, of course
Charlie:
OH MY GOSH HE WANTS TO HAVE A NEW BESTIE!!!
And since you're new and you seem like not a terrible person, why not try to talk to you?
SUUPER friendly! You offer him a handshake but he doesn't know what you're trying to do
Once you explain that it's a salutation, he shakes your hand vigorously like a little kid shaking the hand of their idol.
Super buddy-buddy, and he already knows your name and some place you've settled down in for a while.
Talks to you a lot, he doesn't really understand social cues super well so he talks and talks and talks even if you're tired of him.
Eager to drag you around and show you Las Nevadas since that's where his favorite person, Quackity, is!
Will tell you about all 206 of his bones in his body and if you bring up parts of his rib cage poking out of his slimy exterior, he WILL be getting defensive
But despite his bones not being his, he's got a big heart!!!
Which also does not belong to him!!!
But my gosh will he think you're super cool and interesting despite only just meeting you.
At times, you'll be teaching Charlie little things like what rain is, or what a cow is.
And he will be very invested!
Definitely will be rambling to Quackity about the stuff you told him about.
And in return, he will be telling you about a nice damp hole he recently found.
Charlies only here to make friends, and boy is that what he's gonna do.
I personally hc that puffy was apart of a pirate crew before the SMP and I'd just love to know how puffy'll react to seeing [prefferably male, he/it] reader working in las navadas? maybe they're even cousins or something? sheep hybrid reader maybe! no idea but he's mighty fine good at insults and sassy remarks to cover up his emotions
seadog ~ c!puffy x pirate!reader
characters: puffy, quackity (only mentioned)
main characters pronouns: he/it
trigger warnings: blood mention, killing mention, alcohol, minor arguing
authors notes: AHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST IN A WHILLEEE!!! this was really fun to write, learning some pirate slang was an interesting feat! i havent written for puffy a lot though so i really hope its okay aha--
ENJOYYY
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Puffy and Y/n had been close for a while- blood bound together as family. Their sailing days had been rich in both wealth and joy, overtaking numerous other aggressive pirate crews.
On land or at sea, Puffy's crew always had a distinct signature look that was held in sheep ears and the wooly locks and arm hair on each of the crew members. Some would have horns of a ram or various colors of their fur, but what connected them all together was the appearance from their sheep hybrid traits.
Puffy took the title “Captain Puffy”, while Y/n appealed to be Puffys right hand man. This seemed like an easy role for Y/n to take since he and Puffy had been bonded as closely as the chains attached to the anchor of their mighty ship.
Puffy taught Y/n the ways of sympathy and concern for people who he is closest to. Y/n taught Puffy the ropes and strings of wit- snappy remarks that'll always lead to the response you're looking for from anyone.
It was a smooth and rewarding life for what it was; a family of pirates finding treasure all over the globe and sharing it amongst each other.
But greed got in the way.
There was too much gold and gems to go around, some crewmates stealing from one another to the point of slitting the throats of brothers, sisters, siblings and cousins alike. Y/n knew what it had to do, so it took all of its belongings and simply left.
Puffy was alone with her pirate crew, manning all the chaos as best she could with the absence of her right hand man. She never blamed him, of course. It just took some time to try and polish up the crew again.
Y/n had always been looking for money. Anything it could cash in on, you bet it would. From thievery, to scams, to breaking and entering into the homes of the snobbiest people you can think of, Y/n was the slickest scum out there.
His infamy would soon bring him to a new nation, akin to his desires of green.
The sight was astonishing- bright blinding lights shooting out of gleaming windows owned by million-dollar businesses, huge attractions, streets made to align to the convenience of spenders wallets, and a regal casino smack-dab in the center of it all.
Although Y/n still had his pirate hat and ascot, he found that it would soon be abandoned for white fitted button-ups and dashing suspenders paid with the money of drunken gamblers alike.
Y/n didn't have any sort of hesitance when offered to join Quackity’s nation. It had been a while since it had a family like its former pirate crew, and as much as it hated to admit it, it craved that familial bond every second it was gone. The world seemed suffocating without that bond, but after Quackity offered him the role as a manager in his casino, Y/n was making the big bucks.
“AYE, AYE!!”
Y/n shouts over the angered yelling of the casino floor. He storms up to a burly pale man, grog blossom on his nose and his ears red from anger.
“Alrighty, then, what seems to be the problem? Can't have you causin’ such a ruckus, so go on then!”
The man, now clearly wasted out of his mind barked,
“THAT f-cking lady right over there! Just cheesed me outta my money!”
“And you think the lass hornswagglin’ you gives ya the right to make a F-CKING mess of my casino?! Just look at all the cards you swept onto the f-ckin floor, aye!”
Y/n fumed at the man, glaring him down. The drunken man was shell-shocked, tongue tied, frozen! Before Y/n walked over to the lady the man was pointing at previously, it commanded to the man,
“When I come back, all o’ these cards better be picked up off the ground, shuffled, and stacked into a neat pile on that there table or else you'll be in for it, got it?”
The man snapped a “yes, sir,” to it before scrambling to gather up the cards.
It had made its way towards the lady standing with her back casually against the corner. A mischievous grin was slapped on her face, the tips of her mouth sharp and wild with glee.
She was counting various diamonds and gems in a small velvet sack that didn't seem to belong to her. Closer and closer Y/n approached the lady, and it seemed to pick up on smaller details:
Sturdy leather boots with a strong black heel, a flowy pearl white blouse with sleeves rolled up revealing white, tight curls of hair on the lady's arms, and a black tricorn hat. What stood out the most, however, were the long, white sheep ears on the sides of the lady's face.
“Wh- Puffy? Captain Puffy, is that really you?!”
Puffy snaps her head up at the sound of Y/n’s voice again after years without it. The pouch of gems almost slips from her hands as she stares in shock.
“Y/n? My right hand man! Oh my god- it's been YEARS!”
Puffy and Y/n clasp each other's hands before pulling into a tight hug. Y/n exclaimed after letting go of the hug,
“Why in the world are you here?! The crew can't keep em’selves together without ya around, y'know.”
Puffy's face seems to drop slightly when he says that.
“Oh- well, there were some complications and..well…”
Y/n tenses up, worried for what's to come from Puffy.
“..it came to be too much for even me to resolve. The crew got greedy the more treasure we found. Turned to killing each other. I didn’t wanna be a part of it anymore, so I up and left. Who knows what they're up to now.”
A grimace glazes over what was once a snarky smile on Y/n’s face. It sighs, patting Puffy's shoulder.
“Well, I don't blame you. What can ya do when there's too much greed in a family, y'know? That was always too much of a burden on ya, anyway.”
She doesn't say anything, but both it and her know that Y/n has a solid point. Despite this, there's still a saddening solemnness in the air. Y/n clears its throat before retorting back with a sly grin,
“Ah, well, doesn't mean you can't enjoy a pint with an old friend now, aye? Come on and have a seat somewhere!”
Y/n’s cheerfulness is refreshing, there hadn’t ever been anyone like him that Puffy has ever met. Him ushering her to sit down really was like a blast to the past- their days on the ship at sea.
Velvet-cushioned stools lined up at the floor's bar, and Puffy pulled one out to take a seat. She turns to Y/n, who pulls out a seat next to her.
“Don't worry, drinks are on me this time.”
And with a sly grin, he drops the same velvet pouch filled to the brim with gems on the table. Puffy frantically checks her pockets before sighing in defeat, chuckling.
