Warnings: Cursing. Being overprotective of a tiny. Mentions of violence, though none is actually used. Calling tinies rats, though in a teasing manner.
A special thank you to Mama, Kai, and Doodle for the prompts
I do believe it’s clear I love to torture the David, though not as much as Jeremy
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“HALT, INTRUDER!”
“Eggs, what the hell are you doing?”
David immediately backs away as the sharp end of an auger shell is pointed up at him, growling at the human sending up a smirk.
“I’m defending my castle!” A gesture to said sandcastle standing around him. With a proper mote, even, that normally would be respected. However the giant currently eyeing it seems like he wants to kick the display of true architecture! “What do you think I’m doing!”
“Being a dumbass,” is all that’s said. Apparently enough reason for the blonde figure to shrug and nod to. Not enough to put down the weapon that can, and will, be used to poke out the eye of any ‘intruders’.
Before fingers could snatch the annoying thing up and disarm him because who thought it was a good idea to give Eggs a weapon, Scott quickly waves an arm for attention. Forcing those hazel eyes larger than his head to focus on him. “He’s helping Caleb defend their castle, let them have fun.”
As if on que, said eight year old boy sits up from attempting to add details with shells and kelp, peering over the towers clearly made by him. The only other giant that came to the beach, and David sure as hell wasn’t going to be playing in the sand. Not with the business man apparently being the only adult around considering Scott is being a shit babysitter.
He doesn’t know why he agreed. Why it would be such a great idea going to the beach. He hates going by himself, so why did he allow himself to go with five dumbasses. Including Caleb because he’s too pissed off to give the literal kid a pass! Their figurative two year old is allowed to have a weapon.
HE WAS GONE FOR TWO MINUTES!
“David,” Scott calls up, raising an eyebrow at the glare sent down at him. “You’re not in charge of everyone. All but two are full grown adults. We don’t need you taking care of us.”
“I don’t need to take care of you,” the giant snaps. “Eggs is Eggs, Jeremy is Jeremy, and I can’t even look after my own kid because-!
“...where’s Fritz?”
“RUN!”
Jeremy squeaks with indignation as Fritz bursts out laughing when the young adult doesn’t manage to run away quickly enough from the approaching water line, pouting that his feet got wet. Meaning sand will cover all of him.
“I-I-I-It's not f-f-funny!”
“It’s a little funny,” the redhead grins. Because they won’t be face with the constant problem of sandy feet when just him and his mother went to the beach . Carrying your shoes to the hose, washing them off, washing off your sandals. Rinsing their entire bodies down, but then wrapping themselves in their sandy beach towel that had originally been their place to sit. The hose still on the beach, so walking through more sand, and ending up making the car look like they left the doors open while it sat through a sandstorm.
Now, however, they could bury themselves and not worry about ruining anything. Not when there’s a giant who’s all too happy about holding them. Keeping far away from becoming a sand monster after rinsing off when it’s time to go home. He’s already taken advantage of it by diving into the ocean as soon as he could.
The only downside to having a giant around was the fact it was his father. And David explicitly stated to not go near the water. Despite this being a safe spot for humans, the waves their size instead of giant sized.
He admits he feels guilty for ‘sneaking off’ with Jeremy to walk along the beach in the opposite direction David had as he did the same thing. But he built a sandcastle with Caleb for thirty minutes. And the younger got to go near the ocean while the teenager couldn’t.
So they explore. With their friends clearly in sight, close enough it’s literally only ten steps for a giant to reach them.
Maybe they should start heading back in case-
“F-F-F-Fritz!”
The stuttering guard beams with pride as a gently tugs a sand dollar from where it’s buried, pleading for help when the water makes the sand around it soften. Yelping as his feet sink as he continues to pull.
The younger is quick to scoop out and from the covered half, revealing more as a solid inch is pulled.
“You’ve-!”
Jeremy screams as the shell suddenly becomes free with a ‘PLOP’, falling backwards. There’s a moment of indecisiveness, to be proud he has a complete sand dollar, or to check and see if his hair touched the mud-like substance wet sand makes and would take forever to get every single grain out of his precious curls.
“L-Look!” earns a high-five from the shorter. As well as an offered hand. A yelp as earthquakes make them both fall over.
Right into the water just as a wave drenches them thoroughly.
”Fritz!”
“Mr. Harrison, I can explain!” only has the redhead get swept off the ground with a growl promising he’ll be given yet another life sentence of grounding. Jeremy’s yell to be careful making sure their treasure isn’t broken on accident.
“What if I decided to walk this way instead of stopping to check on everyone? What if some fish jumped out of the water to eat you? What if a wave carried you out to sea? What if-?”
The two shift closer together as the rumbling rant turns into background noise, questions now previously having been statements when they first arrived. What made them promise to be safe, and not go anywhere near the water, even if a giant was with them.
“Did you have fun?”
“I g-g-g-got what I w-w-wanted,” Jeremy nods. His find is held close in a statement ‘disobeying’ ended up being a win in his book. Even if they’re both in trouble, the center of attention for the looming gaze promising hell to pay.
“FRITZ IN HERE!”
“HEY!”
David swipes at the teenager immediately leaping into Caleb’s sandcastle, unable to move his left hand due to Jeremy freezing at the yell, unable to grab the human’s ankle as he’s sliced at. Leaving a mark.
With that Eggs disappears inside as well.
“YOU FUCKING-!”
“Destroy Caleb’s hard work,” Scott ominously warns. He meets the look saying ‘SERIOUSLY?’ without flinching. Opting to ignore the business man as the stuttering guard scrambles to his side, shakily presents the sand dollar found, promptly continuing to not look at David as the story of their search is told.
“...Caleb, I’ll help you make another sandcastle if I get to destroy this one to exterminate the rats hiding inside.”
“We prefer the term hermit crabs!”
“Rats don’t live on the beach, Mr. Harrison!”
“Fredbear says you have to prove you can build a good sandcastle,” the youngest gently pipes up, watching the disbelief blossom. Clutching the plush tightly as a glare is given.
“I make good sandcastles!” A hand carefully grabs a bucket to retrieve water, tower mold in the other. “Fredbear saying I have to prove it, show him.”
Eggs quickly peers outside as David sits down to begin construction. “It’ll be my summer home!”
“Nope, no dumbasses allowed.”
“So I get it all to myself then?”
“You’re also a dumbass, Fritz.”
”We’ll build an army of shells and attack at dawn.”
