Red Velvet Pancakes Oneshots

Pancakes

~Matthews P.O.V.~

The pancakes were ever so warm. I burrowed deeper into them, inhaling their scent and nibbling on them at random. The pancakes were all around me; even my eyes. I was blind to the world. Right then, pancakes WERE my world.

I was jolted out of this reverie by a shout.

"What the hell, Matthew?! Where are you and why the fuck is there a huge stack of pancakes blocking the kitchen?"

I sighed regretfully and dug to the top of the mound so my eyes stuck out. Matt was taking off the pancakes and throwing them out the window.

"Matt..." I said softly from the pancake mound. His head whipped around and he met my eyes.

"What the fuck?!"

"I spent a long time making these. Join me." I reached a thin arm down to where Matt stood.

"We have to get rid of these pancakes!" There was an edge of panic in his voice.

I stood up.

~Matt's P.O.V.~

I don't even know. I wake up, Matthew's not in bed, and the whole house smells like the Pillsbury Doughboy's ass. Then there's a huge mound of pancakes in the kitchen. I was kind of scared, to be honest.

All of a sudden, after begging me to join his pancake cult, Matthew stood up on the pancake mountain. That curly sticky-uppy hair of his brushed the ceiling.

"Matt...do it for me." He breathed, then descended back under the pancake mound.

I watched the top of his head disappear, then shrugged to myself. What else was there to do? I climbed the pancake hill and slid into the hole where Matthew'd gone in.

It was warm as hell in there. The pancakes pressed in on me from all sides as I struggled for air.

Out of nowhere, Matthew's arm grabbed me and pulled me against him.

"You came..." he whispered.

His breath smelled like pancakes.

(Erm, sorry this is so weird. The other one shots'll be more normal (hopefully))