Narrator X Eddie OneShots

~ Arachnophobia ~

(A/N: This is not my original oneshot! It was originally wrote by L0stn3rd :D)

(Eddie's P.O.V)

"Okay, food timeee~!"

I swivel around on my office chair to head downstairs to make food. The stairs creak underneath my feet, as I jump over a few steps at a time. And upon getting to the kitchen, I swing open a cabinet to find tortillas. I smile as I search for them, but don't find them. Instead, a spider comes out of nowhere and stares up at me. Waiting..

It takes a moment for me to register it, but I squeal and tumble backwards, hitting my elbows against the floor as I back up into a the opposite wall, underneath my kitchen counter island.

"¡No me muerdas!"

[Translation: Do not bite me!]

(Narrator's P.O.V)

I never thought it would come to this, but it has happened. I was just in the other room, playing UNO for a stream before Eddie's bloodcurdling and petrified screams come from the kitchen. I excuse my chat, and decide to see what all the fuss was about, holding my plastic axe in both my hands as I entered the room.

Eddie was in the corner under his kitchen island, a minuscule, tiny spider heading his direction. It honestly didn't surprise me much that it was the source of the sound, as he has always had the biggest Arachnophobia I've ever seen in anyone ever, even for his age!

"Eddie, chill out, I've got it.."

He doesn't exactly see me in the position he's sat in, but my voice is one to recognise, narrating or not.

All I ended up doing was carefully picking the spider up so it carefully crawled around on my hand, seeming not threatened in any way. I know that if anyone else tried to do it out of us 4 boys, they'd just leave it to starve in a cup by leaving it there for a couple days, and that's not what I'm about. In fact, I was able to take it to the windowsill unharmed, much to Eddie's surprise.

"Wait.. it- it didn't bite you?" he began, getting up and approaching me carefully, as if the answer was a definite yes.

"No, silly."

"Oh Narrator, you're a life saver! Give me a kiss!"

He quickly jumped into my arms, giving me a soft, gentle kiss, as if that was his way of saying 'Thank you for saving me, I would've never done that by myself.' of sorts. And I returned it quite happily, because..

Why live your life with fears and hate when you have love and support?