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dusty wusty

[chimerical--creations]

only just realized i never posted them. go my bugs

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can we publicly execute dustin

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does dustin turn long when u pick him up

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can i get dustins autograph

who does he think he is smh 😮‍💨

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eyjn eghan ethan has one request before he gets send to the void/silly /durr emoji

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i also say hi to dustin

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can we get dustin funfacts.... explodes

Rob Watterson was alone in the dark kitchen. Yawning, he reached into a cabinet that was too high for his short husband and picked out a pill bottle. He took one pill out into his brownish half-healed hand and washed it down with water, just as he did every night before bed. But when he looked to his side, he spat out some water at the sight of Dustin.

"Dada?"

Dustin was a clumsy little kitty-clops, but still somehow inherited a feline stealth that even Gumball didn't have. His one big eye stared up at Rob, innocent and full of questions.

Rob hid the bottle of pills behind his back and frowned. "What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep, Dada," he admitted, looking down at the floor.

Rob's expression softened. He'd had his own fair share of sleeping troubles, not just as a kid, but nowadays as well. And with how messy Dustin's purple hair was, he could see the struggle.

"You want me to lay down with you again?"

"Mhm..." His cat-like ears flattened with guilt.

"No, it's alright, Dusty." Rob bent over to let his son climb into his arms. He scooped Dustin up and began carrying him to his bedroom.

Dustin's door was colored with crayon scribbles. It had a paper taped to the front with his name in big, sloppy letters. Rob opened the door and flipped the light switch as he entered, dimming the room.

"Dada?" the boy asked again. "What was that little thingy you eated?"

"The pill? Hm. It helps me stay happy, let's put it that way."

With Dustin still in his arms, he laid down in the bed next to the nightstand with the lamp.

Dustin crawled over to cuddle beside him. "Does Baba eat those?"

"No, he doesn't." Rob pulled the blanket over Dustin, but he seemed too excited to sleep, tail wagging and all.

"Can I have a happy pill?"

Rob laughed. "No, no. You and Baba don't need those."

Dustin frowned. "Why?"

"Well..." he stared off into the distance. "A long time ago, I was just a boy like you, but I wasn't very happy. I didn't have a Dada or a Baba. So nobody took care of me, and a lot of bad things happened. And some of it was so bad that it still makes me sad now as a grown-up."

He suddenly hugged his dad's shoulders, pressing his orange nose into Rob's staticky cheek. "Don't be sad, Dada. I love you."

"Oh... I love you too, buddy," he chuckled.

"What was the bad things that happened?" Dustin asked, letting go and gazing at him with worry.

Rob thought about it for a long moment. "No, you don't need to know. My story is... harsh. Maybe I'll tell you when you're older."

"But don't worry," he added, ruffling Dustin's hair and holding him close. "You'll never have feel the way I did."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He shut off the lamp.