Olandy crack treated seriously because I got bored. ITS SO BLOODY HARD TO NOT USE BRITISH TERMS FOR THIS. also fuck it, you're getting british oliver. There is so much headcanon-y stuff in here.
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"JERRY, COME HOME PLEASEE??" Oliver was shouting as he wandered down the street, a hoard of Swans following him from behind.
"Im totally divorcing you when we find him" he said, turning to face a sobbing Randy
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Now you might be wondering "what the fuck happened? why are they looking for ticket jerry? why is there a hoard of swans following Oliver?"
Well here's the story.
Randy had just arrived home from work. By home, it means dumpster. He's a lil dumpster fire, isn't he? ANYWAY. He was chilling in the dumpster, but he recently moved to the one outside of the cinema until he can move in with Oliver and their 'son' Jerry, aswell as Mr. Dickens Jr.
He still thinks it was a dumb idea to get a pet Swan, but oh well. For some reason, swans love Swift. He had a pair of scissors in hand and was attempting to fix his shoelaces which were badly knotted, while also supressing the urge to shove them through the head of any swan in sight. Or any person.
Preferably swan. He doesn't fancy going to jail- He finally fixed the laces, when he heard a honk outside his dumpster.
"Hey Rad-ny, hop out the bin will ya? We're going on a walk! Down the swings if Billy isn't there" He helped Randy out of the dumpster.
"What exactly did you just say-" The taller nokia pulled on his bandages in confusion.
"Bin is dumpster. Swings is playground/park. I thought you would've known this by now, dude-" He linked arms with Randy, and set off walking. Mr Dicken's Jr was following closely behind, his tiny bowler hat resting neatly on his head. Randy shuddered as it honked.
"You know my memory has been... about as garbage as my luck since the accident" He held onto the shorter's arm, as the swans waddled closer. Wait... since when was there two of them?
"Tha makes alotta sense, but like- have ya seen Jerry anywhere? I haven't seen him since your little outburst yesterday"
Right. *That* outburst. Where he tried to kill Mr Dickens Jr, then proceeded to run away with jerry.
"I t-thought he went back to you-?" His words were laced with worry# He was starting to notice alot more swans following them. Yikes.
"Bloody hell, dude. You lost Jerethanial? Now we've gotta go look for him. Not groovy dude" Oliver let his arm, and shook his head. At this, Randy started to tear up in guilt, knowing Oliver wasn't mad, but disappointed. Frankly, he'd rather Oli be mad than this.
And with that, they abandoned their old plans and headed off to go find him.
They hadn't found him until weeks later, in the ticket booth, and they dragged him home as they had the day they got him.
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MMMMM HAVE CONTENT, NOT TOO PROUD OF IT BUT OH WELL.
I've just decided that oliver is like- a swan whisperer or whatever
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BB's Dialtown oneshots!
Fanfictionas the title says! I will do ships and also requests! But I'm not the best at writing to be honest so dont expect the best writing- ALSO EXPECT ME TO BE PUTTING IN OCs BECAUSE IM SAD AND IN NEED OF COMFORT.
