#dice drabbles

[rollofthedie]

Hi

Do you think you can make an interaction story with Lemur and Cyclops

Like some angst or something 😅

The door squeaks open, and a fluffy head pops around the corner. 

“Is this conference room B?” Lemur asks. 

Cyclops nods encouragingly, gesturing to an empty seat before him. “I was expecting you to come.” He says conversationally, taking a bite of his muffin as she nervously shuffles her way over. “Early elimination, huh?”

She winces, her tail curling protectively into her lap as she sits. “Yeah…I wanted to do something out of the box, but the producers, they said it’d be best if I stuck to the classics.” 

He hums thoughtfully. “I get it. This show, it claims to be a way to rebrand, but for us? The ones that’ll never be in the spotlight?”

He slides closer, offering her a snack; she gratefully takes a cookie off the tray. “What about us?” She asks.

Cyclops rubs his eye. “We’re accessories, Lemur. We’re there to provide fodder for the big guns to take out.”

Her fur bristles. “No, that can’t be true! This sucks but-“

A hand clasps down on her shoulder, cutting her off. “The sooner you accept the truth, the sooner you can move on. There’s no point in dwelling on it, what’s done is done.”

Futilely, she protests. “I had just as much a shot as Ringmaster did! O-or Miss Teddy!” 

He laughs bitterly. “What, pray tell, did they sing?” 

She thinks for a moment, but he doesn’t give her a chance to reply. “Something popular, I’m guessing: something the average listener will recognize. And what did you sing?” Lemur goes still as reality sets in; once it’s clear he’s won her over he releases her. “Team Good, Team Bad, it’s all null. There are only two teams that matter: the singers, and us.”

“…Can’t we speak out about it? Go to the press, tell Twitter, anything?” She’s cautiously hopeful, searching for some silver lining.

He crushes that hope immediately. “They’ll never listen to a few people on social media. Sorry, no one’s coming to avenge us.”

The room’s silent for a while, only the sounds of sniffling and eating audible. Finally, the man sighs. “I don’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to think you did anything wrong.”

Her voice is softer, dulled by pain. “No, I guess the only thing we did wrong was not be them, huh.” It isn’t a question, so he doesn’t respond. 

[rollofthedie]

idk how to ask for drabbles... A drabble about Firefly hearing about Ringmaster going to the finals with her. Add some friendly rivals dynamic and a pinch of wholesome. sorry I'm so vanilla

The Men in Black approach her door cautiously, knocking.

“What is it?” Firefly calls, bored. 

“The finalist of Group B is headed backstage, if you wanted to greet them.”

The insect groans, covering her face with her hand. “I’ll be out in a few, I guess.” She gently places her phone back on the counter, screen lighting up with another text from her best friend. She makes a mental note to reply later. 

Staring into the mirror, she lets herself wonder: which team was joining her? Her first instinct is Miss Teddy, the thought of the soft bear bringing an involuntary smile to her face. She wouldn’t mind a cuddly companion, though she’d feel awful about beating her in the end. 

Water under the bridge before her, she muses, and walks out the door. Humming as she goes, she nods to the people she passes, trying (and failing) not to knock anything over as she walks. Her bulb, while gorgeously illuminating and a definite conversation starter, isn’t made for tight spaces. 

“Sorry, sorry, crap- I promise, I’ll buy you another coffee sometime.” She apologizes as she takes out an intern’s drink. They wave it off with a laugh, trying their best to dab at the quickly setting stain on their pants. As she leans over to help, a voice calls from behind her. 

“I thought the saying was ‘taking out the competition’, not the stage hands.” Ringmaster taunts, a smile ringing through her words. Forgetting about the worker before her Firefly spins on her heels, coming face to face with her fellow Good Guy.

“Ring! I gotta say, wasn’t expecting to see you here; didn’t think they’d let two of us through.” She jokes, bumping a shoulder against the lion as she falls into sync at her side- at least, as best she can without stepping on her skirt. 

Her mane jostles as she laughs. “Me neither, I thought you were a goner!” 

With a scoff Firefly speeds up. “Oh yeah, I’m sure. As if any of those bozo’s could top my girl boss energy.” She rolls her shoulders haughtily.

“Aren’t you grabbing dinner with them like next week?” Almost as quickly as her chest puffed, it deflates. “Yeah, Miss Teddy snitched- she actually invited me too, but I didn’t wanna step on your toes twice in one season.”

“Twice?” She questions. Ringmaster flashes her a smirk, before ducking through the waiting door. “Yeah: dinner and the finale.” She lets it close behind her, leaving a spluttering Firefly face to face with the metal. 

“Oh I am so taking you down! Super Bass, more like Super ‘Last Place’!” 

The door does nothing to muffle the other woman’s laughter. 

[rollofthedie]

Okay I'll bite, try to make a drabble abouttt

Ringmaster and Jack in the Box? (If you're comfy)

Maybe some light angst, if you need a prompt maybe one about how they know each other despite being on opposing teams?

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Ringmaster jokes conspiratorially. The bird has the decency to look away, feigning shame. The two sit alone in an unused custodial office, helping Jack in the Box tighten up a few screws around their legs. 

They shrug tiredly, running a wing through their feathers with a sigh as she bolts the last restraint over their legs. “Why didn’t you ask one of the Cobras? They’re on your team after all, it’s not like they’d say no.”

Jack shakes their head slightly, still saying nothing. Ringmaster pauses, leaning back to look the other in the eye. “Did something happen?” Another shake. 

“What, afraid they’ll eat you?”

They huff slightly, feathers fluffing in agitation at the lion’s prodding. “Come on J, it’s me. I can’t help if you won’t show me what’s wrong.”

“Why are you Good?” 

Words fail for a heartbeat as two friends study each other, one sad and another confused. “What’re you talking about-“

“I did this for you. You said we’d stick together, that you’d have my back. I was honest with my intake interview, but you…There’s no way you told them the truth, not if they classed you as ‘good’.” Their voice cracks on the last word, betrayal seeping into their tone. It’s her turn to feel ashamed, sighing and cupping a paw around their cheek. 

“…I just wanted to be someone remarkable for once, you know?” She breathes. “I wanted to be that girl on stage that parents show to their kids, a role model of sorts. Team Bad…They’re the bad guys, and I’m sick of being seen as a monster.”

Her twitching whiskers convey the honesty of her words, and Jack’s beak clicks shut. They swallow thickly. “Monster, huh…”

Realizing her mistake, Ringmaster pulls their gaze back to her eyes. “Hey, you know I didn’t mean that. You’re not a monster, Jack. You’re just you.”

“When did that stop being enough, then?’