Good Things Come In Threes - Karlnapity

16 - Three New Friends

This chapter has three characters based off of some people in my server and they are cool.

Neopronouns are used in this chapter, end/ender, if you don't understand this, please feel free to ask :)
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TW - swearing, more swearing, fluff, BRANDON AND BRAD

KARL POV -

We were lost.

Quackity got us lost.

We were standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street on a Sunday afternoon, trying to avoid thinking about school the next day.

"Quackity, maybe we should ask for help?" I spoke up, desperately wanting to sit down and ease the aching in my feet. Quackity shook his head, looking around.
"No, I remember the map off by heart, the cafe is near here," Quackity assured us as Sapnap and I shared a sceptical look. Sapnap just shook his head,

"Fuck this, I'm asking for help," He said, leading us over to a person standing under a tree, reading something. They had brown hair and mischievous blue eyes. Sapnap approached the person and called out to them, "Excuse me! We're lost, we were wondering if you could-" The person cut Sapnap off in a very thick Australian accent.

"G'day! I'm Jam, nice to meet yous! Lost you say? Well of course I can fuckin' help!"

Saying that I was shocked would be putting it lightly. This human, Jam, grinned at us and we all shared a slightly alarmed look.
"You're all fuckin' idiots, how the bloody fuck did you get lost in this small ass town?" Jam cried, making us all stare in shock. I didn't know wether to be offended or to laugh.

"Well, can you help us?" Sapnap asked cautiously, taking mine and Quackity's hands in a protective manner.
"Yeah I fuckin' can! The only issue is if I WANT to help you," Jam said smugly, crossing their arms and smirking at us.
"Please, can you help us," I stepped forward, giving them a pleading look. Jam rolled their eyes,
"I already said that I can asshat, it's just a matter of if I fuckin' want to mate,"

Quackity looked irritated as we stared at Jam, still shocked.
"Look bitch-" Quackity began, stepping forward to give Jam a piece of his mind but Jam cut him off.
"OoOoh, feisty little shit, ain't ya. You're not being very nice, so I don't think I'll be helping you," Jam told us, making Quackity only more annoyed.

"Look, my boyfriends and I are very very lost, we just need directions to a cafe," I reasoned, giving Quackity a look that told him not to insult the Aussie any further.
"Well your boyfriends are bloody asshats and I don't want to fuckin' help them. I might help you though, you're nicer than these two," Jam gave me a half smile, ignoring the offended looks on Sapnap and Quackity's faces.

They then gave me directions to the cafe that we were trying to get to. I thanked them profusely.
"No fucking problem mate. Okay, I'll see you asshats hopefully never," Jam shook my hand and we turned to leave, I waved softly as we walked away.

"Oh my god. That was the most difficult conversation I've ever had," Quackity groaned, glancing back at Jam who was now annoying the shit out of someone new.

We walked to the cafe, giggling over our conversation with Jam. Soon enough we stopped infront of a vintage looking cafe with a faded pride flag for a sign. Written across it in comic sans were the words 'Pitch and Pipper Cafe'. I smiled up at the sign and we all walked through the door, setting off a small bell. The inside was gorgeous. Art hung along the walls and Lovejoy, Wilbur's band, played softly through speakers.

Booths with rainbow leather lined the walls and circular tables were scattered throughout the empty floor space. The counter on one side of the room was decorated with a painting of two dogs, a chocolate brown one and a charcoal black one. The door to the kitchen was wide open and the Lovejoy music was louder in there.

We were greeted at the door by a person with fluffy brown hair, circular glasses, plaid pants, a yellow jumper and a grey beanie.
"Hi! Welcome to PP cafe! I'm Pitch, the co-owner. Pipper is somewhere around here and when end gets here end will be your waiter," Pitch said in a thick Australian accent that clearly made Quackity wary after our encounter with Jam. Pitch smiled at us warmly and handed us a menu. We thanked him and they lead us over to an empty table.

We sat down, talking happily. Underneath the table, we all held hands. After that one run in with Brad at Phil's diner, we made sure to keep our relationship a secret in public so that no one from school saw us. After a moment a person approached us. End had soft brown hair that was pulled into a loose bun, clear rimmed glasses framed ends kind eyes and end was wearing black jeans with an oversized, maroon Lovejoy hoodie.

"Hello! I'm Pipper, you can call me Pip if you want. I'll be serving you today," End spoke in a soft Australian accent that was laced with traces of British. End smiled at us, pulling out a notepad and pen and we all grinned back. Quackity stared at ends hoodie, after a moment he spoke up,
"My best friend is in that band," He mused. Before Pip had the chance to respond there was a loud crash and Pitch came sprinting out from behind the counter.

"You fuckin what?! A Lovejoy member is your mate?! Thats fuckin cool!" Pitch cried, practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"Wilbur, he's my best friend," Quackity laughed as Pitch's excitement reached a new high. Pip chuckled and shook ends head.
"Anyway, what can I get you guys?" End asked, distracting us all from Pitch. We quickly ordered and Pip turned to Pitch.

"Hubby, can you give their order to the chef?" End asked, handing Pitch the piece of paper that had what we wanted written on it. Pitch grinned and nodded, planting a soft kiss on Pip's cheek before bounding off to the kitchen, humming 'One Day'. Pip turned back to us, smiling.

"You're actually the cutest couple!" I exclaimed, making Pip smile proudly.
"Pitch is my platonic husband, he's an idiot but I love them," End replied, glancing back to where Pitch could be heard, screaming out the words to 'Sex Sells' in the kitchen. Sapnap gave me a very offended look,

"I thought we were your favourite couple," He cried, making me roll my eyes and Quackity snort with laughter.
"We're a triad nimrod," I giggled, kissing him on the cheek as realisation dawned on his face.
"Oh, right. Well, I bet we're your favourite triad then!" He grinned, winking at us.
"Obviously," I rolled my eyes playfully.

Pip smiled at us. I smiled back and I suddenly realised something,
"Hey, you and Pitch look our age and we're still in high school," I pointed out. Pip nodded,
"Yeah, we both go to your school, we've seen you around, Pitch and I bought this place to piss off our parents, and to prove that we can run a business together. We have two of our friends working here as well and when we're at school Pitch's older brother works here with his boyfriend," End explained.

"We should hang out sometime at school," Sapnap said. Pip grinned and was about to respond when two things happened. The first was Pitch yelling from the kitchen,
"Oi! Pip! Come and dance with me my sexy husband!" Pip blushed, shaking ends head and turned to join Pitch.

The second thing that happened was a big group of people walked through the cafe's door.

And the two people at the front of the group were the last people we wanted to see.

Brad and Brandon.

They were bad enough by themselves.

But together?

This was not good.

Not good at all.

Word count - 1297

A/N -
Hello!
Thoughts?

Petition to make Pitch, Pip and Jam recurring characters
(I'm going to do it, I love them)

Have an amazing day/night!
You are all awesome and valid <3!

Thanks for reading!