One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

How they would comfort you pt.2

A/N So here's the continuation that was promised, hope it's as good as the first part. Also don't you dare think of judging me that I think Herick is a licensed doctor and Edward isn't. It's my world and that how it is 😂.

Herick Schneeplestein

Being a doctor has many benefits, knowledge of the ins and outs of the human body could certainly be considered one. Herick was always the one to find a logical, reasonable fix to every problem, but not every problem can be fixed that way. He sure learned that one quiet lonely night. He had been sat in his office, shuffling through paperwork and humming to whatever song was on the radio. You had shuffled in, blanket wrapped around your shoulders and red puffy eyes. He had looked at you with uncertainly when you plopped yourself down on his medical table. He had asked you all sort of medical questions, about if you were sick, what you had eaten. This seemed to only make you more upset, with a deep sigh, he had stood up and removed his glasses. He had walked over to you the way any doctor would, but when he sat beside you and gently forced your head onto his shoulder, your dams broke. He sat with you, gently shushing your for what could have been hours. There had been no logical reason for you to be upset, but now he understood that there what always a reason, sometimes you were just sad. He vowed to himself he would always be there for you in those times.

Edward (Doctor) Iplier

Being a less than qualified doctor made it hard to work with people. Especially when all he ever told them was how close they were to death or something else along that line. That's why when he found you surrounded by others all coddling you and invading your personal space, he decided his expert help was needed. He had strode straight to you, pushing past everyone else, and held his hand out to you. Shocked by this act, you had taken his hand hesitantly and had let him pull you too your feet. Seeing him lean closer to your ear, the last thing you expected was for him to ask how you were in the gentlest tone you had ever heard. At that precise moment, your heart had melted straight into his hand. He lead you away from the others with your hand still in his, and he walked you back to your room. Once both inside, he had sat on the floor and guided you to sit next to him, you watched films for the rest of the day without a care in the world.

Jackieboyman

Jackie is a man who is known for his caring and helpful nature. Always running to those who need him, never hesitating. Same method applies when someone he cares about needs him. He is there no matter the issue. So when you had called him seemingly in distress, he had dropped everything he was doing to speed to your aid. He had reached your house in a matter of minutes, kicking down your door and dashing around the house to find you. Having checked every room but one, he knocked on the bathroom door waiting for a response. Hearing a slurred 'come in' he had pushed the door open. Seeing you bent over the toilet, spewing your guts out was definitely not what he expected. You had quickly explained to him that you think you had some sort of food poisoning, before quickly bending back over the toilet. He had sighed and bent down beside you, moving all the hair out of your face and tying it so it wouldn't fall. Leaving you for a second, he had grabbed a glass of water with ice on and sat it next to you. Rubbing your back gently, he could tell you didn't want to be alone, so he sat by you until you felt okay to move. Once you did, he gently lifted you to your bed and sat next to you, stroking your hair. And if a few petty criminals happened to escape him for the night, he didn't seem too bothered.

Guardiplier

With Guardiplier always working with and around children, he's grown to become very good at dealing with emotions. He knows the best ways to stop someone from crying, he is able to detect panic attacks before they happen due to seeing so many kids having them after losing their parents or foe any other reason really. So he's on high alert when he hears you storm into the house, slam your bedroom door and begin to scream curses he's never even heard before at the top of your lungs. Cautiously, he walks up the stairs and knocks twice on your door. Hearing stomping from inside the room, he prepares himself for when the door is harshly pushed open. "What" is all you say to him as he stands there with a confused look on his face. Sighing, you step out of his way so he can come into your room. Once he steps in he realises what's the issue. "Love what you've done with the place" he states hoping to break the ice. As expected it fails and you both stand there in awkward silence. You had exams that were getting closer everyday and no matter how hard you tried, you could not get the hang of one subject in particular. "Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot then?" You asked, fully serious. "Hey now, I'll have none of that. I killed a guy." He stated, stating straight at you. "Actually I heard that guys in stable condition." You shot back at him, failing to hold in a laugh. Laughing alone with you, Guard moves to sit next to you on the bed where you had plopped down. "Do you need any help? Or do you just want me to sit in here and look pretty." He flutters his eyelashes jokingly and you lightly shove his shoulder. As he helps you with the work, you find yourself actually understanding what he's saying. You'll get the hang of this in no time.

Robbie the Zombie

Robbie has never been the best at communicating with words, instead he relies on those around him understanding what little words he knows and what he means. Because of the struggle he always prefers to listen. Which is how you got to now, with you curled up under a mountain of duvets and soft blankets. You had never been very good with loud noises, you despised thunder, you cringed when something metal clattered to the floor, you always seem to cover your ears when someone raises their voice at you. It's just how you've always been. It just so happened to be heavily raining and thundering on the day you decided to go see your best friend Robbie. You had pounded loudly and continuously on the door of his apartment, you were getting overwhelmed. You hadn't even noticed that the door had been opened and you were now just knocking on air. Robbie had grabbed your hand and held it, mumbling out a few words and your name. When you didn't respond, he gently tugged you inside and lead you to his 'living' room. Hearing his shuffling around his quaint apartment grounded you slightly, enough for you too take some calming breaths. But before anything else could be done, you felt a mass of what you assume was every blanket or blanket like thing he owned fall on top of you and the shuffle of feet heading towards the side of you. Without words, he had pulled you into his side, and test his head on the top of yours. The only sound being the slow gurgle his throat made, and you were okay with that.

Bingiplier

Although Bing was a literal machine made to help humans, didn't mean he always knew why he was doing what was needed. For example, it was a quiet Thursday night when Bing decided to drop in and see his favourite human person. He had skated to your house so obviously he arrived with at least a couple hundred scrapes and scratches all over him. With the confidence of a peacock on show, he strut up to your door and threw it open. Hesitating only when he saw the pile of blankets on the floor, the tv playing some show on a low volume but no you. He stands for a minute before allowing himself in and closing the door behind him. As he does, he hears a loud cry come from the kitchen. Rushing through, he throws his skateboard towards what he thought was a big scary threat. It was not, it was you. You had been cutting some food for a snack but accidentally caught your hand. Seeing your state, Bing finally catches up and realised what had happened. With a sigh and a disappointed look, he shuffles off to the bathroom to grab the well stocked med kit. Hearing you laugh at him, he chuckles and sets a reminder to check you for any additional skateboard related injuries. He is an idiot, but he's your idiot.

Yancy

To say Yancy was not in tune with his emotions would be a huge understatement. The man is an absolute mess when it comes to dealing with his (or others emotions). He never knows what to say, how to act or what the person needs, so since he was young, he took on a more aggressive form of comfort. He was aggressively nice, he would yell compliments and threaten to kill anyone who hurt the people he loves. That why, on the third Sunday when you showed up the the prison with teary eyes and a fake smile, Yancy went, for a lack of a better word, feral. He was practically foaming at the mouth, promising to 'kill the son of a bitch who did this to youse'. He wanted names, he wanted addresses, and he wanted them now. He wouldn't take no for an answer, you knew he was trying to show he cared, but you honestly were kinda terrified. After a minute or so of pure rabid raccoon energy, he had calmed down enough for you to explain what had happened. Your partner had broke up with you over the phone before you had set off to the prison. That was all you told him, and he seemed genuinely sorry for acting the way he did. 'I'll be applying for parole soon, I'll come with youses to get your stuffs from him' and he had flashed you his signature smirk before being dragged away back into his home. No matter how bad it was, you would always have your attack inmate to back you up.