Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Cross-Faded (Snowball X Eraser) [HIGHSCHOOL OF THE DAMNED]

(Sorry for neglecting y'all :( I post these more often on AO3.)

Snowball groaned as he got on the bus, just wanting to go home and bury himself under the covers on his big, comfy bed. He sat down on the seat in the very back, shutting his eyes.

"Heyo! Like, Snowball, is that right?"

The boy in question jumped out of his skin, whipping his head to look at Match, who sat right alongside him with a huge, fake smile on her face.

"God, Match, you scared me. Don't just start randomly talking to people." Snowball said with an unfriendly tone to his voice. Match rolled her eyes and shoved a paper envelope into his hands.

"Well, anyway, I heard that you were, like, really good at drinking. Like, that's it's hard to get you drunk, right??" She asked, scooting closer to Snowball, the same stupid smirk plastered onto her face.

"I mean, I guess. Why?"

"Well, I'm having a huge party, and I've decided to be kind and invite almost everyone I know! I wanna know how much alcohol to bring!"

"Well, if I'm gonna be there, then you're gonna have to bring a whole lot of liquor."

"That's, like, the spirit!!" Match said as she got up, heading towards Woody with another invitation in her hand.

She really is inviting anyone, huh? Snowball thought, closing his eyes once more, feeling the warm spring breeze from an open window flow through his hair.

Snowball's jaw almost dropped to the floor once he saw the house. Stairs with hedges and bushes along the sides leading up to the front porch, big dark wooden doors guarding the entrance to a three-story mansion. The walls were constructed of white and gray stones. He looked up at the balcony and saw two green-haired boys aggressively making out. Teenagers of all shapes and sizes were sprawled out on the lawn, some also making out, some eating, some doing both at the same time. Another couple, a blond boy with a pink and white striped shirt (which was on backward, by the way.) and a boy with red hair and a white hoodie toppled out of a bush, drunkenly giggling.

Snowball glanced at them as they passed out on each other, walking towards the doors. One of them was cracked open to reveal a mass of dancing people and fastly flashing lights. He was pulled in by a random person that he didn't even know and stumbled into the mob. The place on the inside was just as breathtaking as the outside, if not, even more breathtaking. Snowball didn't have a chance to take it all in before Pencil threw a bag of some white stuff at him, saying "Have some snow, Snow!"

Snowball stood there, dumbfounded, and then looked at the bag in his hand.

Cocaine... he thought, turning it in his hand, examining it. I'll use this later. Snowball sighed and then stuffed the bag in his jacket pocket, heading towards the kitchen. After around ten minutes of navigating a drunken, high crowd, he finally found Match standing on top of the kitchen counter, giving alcohol out to everybody.

"Heyyyy, Snowboy! You made it! I thought you would stay home and sulk or something," She said, continuing to fill cups with soda and rum. "You want some?" Snowball nodded his head while yelling "Yeah!" over the roaring party. Match smiled as she filled a whole large red plastic cup with some rum. "Soda?" "Nah, man. That's for pussy cats!" Snowball snatched the cup and gulped over half the drink in one go, quickly drank the rest, and slammed the cup down. The girl looked at him with wide eyes.

"Give me more... I wanna get hammered tonight," Snowball said, slurring a bit. "Alright! Here ya go!" Match bent down and reached into a cabinet, pulling out a whole 750 ml bottle of Captin Morgan and handing it to him. He grabbed it and stared at it in awe. "Thanks!!" He thanked Match as he walked deeper into the crowd, getting lost in the music and dancing.