G/T One-Shots

fancy

The party was loud, louder than normal, the sounds of laughing, chattering, and music drifting up to the rafters along with the smell of perfume and baked goodies.

Nancy stared adoringly at the dancers in their fancy clothes and masks, talking with one another and eating tiny treats left on a table. He wished he could be down there too, dancing and laughing, eating little treats that barely took a bite, and most of all, he wanted to be in one of those dresses that half of the party goers were in.

Fancy frills and puffy skirts, reds and blues and yellows, and the makeup too - he wanted them. The only problem was, they were about a thousand times bigger than him. He would never be able to go down there and talk normally with them, he would never be able to wear the fancy clothes and eat tiny desserts.

But one could dream. If someone would let them.

"Nancy!" A voice hissed and he glanced up from the ballroom and back to the rafters, where a gaunt figure was crouched. "C'mon! Let's get some food while the cooks are busy!" Napoleon motioned for him to come on, she was always finding moments to get food, she grew up in a human settlement where they spared nothing, so being here in this new, food rich place was an amazement to her. But, Nancy was content to just watch. He shook his head before staring down back at the party, and Napoleon let out a small sigh.

"You can't just sit here forever, c'mon. Stop daydreaming and let's go get scraps." She jerked her head towards the small hole in the ceiling that lead to the inner winding tunnels of the building. Nancy sighed.

"I just wanna watch, ok? I'm not very hungry." He huffed, adjusting his dingy skirt and leaning on the edge of the rafter to get a better look. He could see the band playing now, just by the snack table.

"But I don't wanna be alone!" Napoleon whined, taking a few slumping steps towards the blonde male. Nancy let out another annoyed sigh, she wasn't gonna give up.

"Alright, alright. Just.. One second.." He mumbled, leaning even further over the edge. Just a little bit more and he'd be able to see the cake better...

His hands slipped.

For a second, it felt like he was just suspended in midair, but then his torso tumbled after his arms and his legs and he could swear Napoleon screamed, but then he was falling, tumbling through the air in a blur, and he landed with a splash in something.

As he sort of realised what had happened and how he wasn't breathing anymore, his arms started to flail, trying to propel himself to the surface as panic set in. He let out a gasp of air as his head broke the surface and he flailed, trying to stay above the liquid and get out.

Dark purple punch sloshed over the edges of the bowl as they tried to clamber over the edge, causing a few heads to turn towards the snack table. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no they were looking at him, this wasn't supposed to happen. A slight shadow came over the table and his breathing stopped. Every muscle in his body was tensing as his head slowly inched upwards to stare into large grey-green eyes, mostly hidden by an elaborate mask. For a second, they just stared at each other, Nancy's stomach tightening into ever tighter knots, before suddenly, a massive gloved hand lifted up towards him, and then everything slipped into darkness.

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"Oh dear what happened..?" Nancy mumbled as everything sort of started to come back to reality, lifting a hand to their head. He was disoriented, this wasn't the rafters. Wait. Wait wait wait no no no. His eyes snapped open, realising he was settled in a small pile of cloth in an absolutely massive room, with wardrobes and screens and clothes everywhere. For a second, he thought he was all alone, until something moved in the corner of his eye. Something massive.