I don't know uh- Frankie and little sibling figure reader?
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FRANKIE X LITTLE SIBLING FIGURE! READER HEADCANONS
You were so drawn to danger, always trying to get in the incinerator.
Other Frankie monitoring you and yelling frantically into the mic wasn't enough to protect you so Monster Frankie guarded the waste incinerator.
If you were running towards it, Monster Frankie'd either lure you into a game of tag away or drag you back.
He was both a guard dog and second big brother to you.
You were able to teach him high low chicka low and ribena!
Naturally, there were times when you squabbled.
With Monster Frankie, it’d typically end with him chasing you and you feeling makeshift security that in whichever direction he ran, you’d run the other...until he jumped over whatever centre chasm there was.
Other Frankie never got involved unless you bawled, which meant Monster Frankie would be sent to the time out room.
No matter whose fault it was.
With Other Frankie, it’s more general winding up; like taking an intentionally excessive bite of your food, so you would take some of those green papers with the old guys and numbers on that he was so infatuated with.
You didn’t know what they were used for, but they were special to him.
You’d even draw on them or make doves with them.
Other Frankie can't complain about the extra responsibility or the occasional annoyance since it's all he knows and to imagine a world without you, is simply impossible.
“I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
It was bittersweet being the role model.
Being moulded with a much more childlike functioning than him and Monster Frankie, you had a tendency to forget why you couldn't go in the big red pool, but could go in the blue one.
"What if we had a pool with ice cream instead of water?" you asked, a picture of scoops of sweet frozen flavour softening within the space of water presented nicely in your infantile brain.
Other Frankie encouraged your imagination,"That'd be a lot of ice cream, (Y/N)!"
"Or how about a tv that makes hot dogs whenever you sneeze?" you asked, the new hypothetical quickly kicking out the former into loss.
His ears perked slightly in amusement,"Interesting. Why sneeze, (Y/N)? Why not on command?"
"Because hot dogs always makes me feel better after I sneeze! And jelly." your grin was laced with innocence,"Why do we sneeze, Frankie?"
"Well little one. When you sneeze, it's your body trying to get rid of any germs caught in your adorable nose." he explained, tapping the edge of it.
"Cool!" you squealed, excited by such a mundane thing,"But if I always smile like you, does that mean I’ll never sneeze again?"
Frankie took his hand off your face to scratch his chin,“What gave you that idea?”
“You’re always smiling and you don’t sneeze, ever. So if you smile all the time, does that do something to your nose so the germs never get in?” you didn’t even realise he didn’t possess a body like you!
You got to eat hot dogs the next day.
