Dave and Bambi one shots, headcanons and drabbles

🥀 The Way Ahead Feels Lonely🥀

(Yambo)

TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF AND SELF DEPRECATING THOUGHTS PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!
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Yambo seemed to have everything he wanted. Him and his wife had been married for about a year and conveniently worked the same job in the police force. It was not an easy job as there were always unsolved cases and investigations to follow up on. It was taxing, but it was more tolerable when they were together.

Brandy was a quiet and reserved woman, but whenever things got serious, she would spring into action and take up the role of group leader. She always seemed to know just what to say or do, and that's what intrigued Yambo. She was confident, she was clever and always found a way to solve problems. He loved it.

She saw good in Yambo too. Despite him being one of the more weaker policemen in the 3D world, Brandy saw potential in him. Every time he doubted his worth or his strength, she reassured him with a smile or a simple "you've got this". It was one of the things that made him stay in the job and motivated him to do better everyday.

But things wouldn't be picture perfect forever.

In one day, everything had changed. Everything just happened so fast, he didn't have to process what was happening in front of him. All he could remember from that day was bloodcurdling screams, a loud bang and the sound of glass shattering. Blood was everywhere, painting the walls and his clothes.

It didn't take him long to realise...it was his own wife's blood. She was dead. And worst of all? He failed to protect her. All those promises he made on their wedding day, all those times he said he'd protect her no matter what. All of them were promises that he failed to keep.

Brandy was gone and it was all his fault. Why wasn't he the one to jump in front of the clone and sacrifice himself instead? Why was it her who had to perish? These questions circled in his head like a roundabout of guilt everyday.

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The alarm clock beeped loudly. The noises blared into his sensitive ears, which caused him to angrily grunt and slam the alarm clock to get it to shut up. He sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes. He barely got any sleep the night before.

Yambo got out of bed and got dressed. He skipped out on breakfast entirely, only having a coffee. Usually around this time, him and Brandy would be in the kitchen eating together, usually bacon and eggs or occasionally pancakes. He doesn't do that anymore. He hasn't done it in a long time. It was a thing they'd only do together. It would feel wrong and off putting to do it without her. Maybe he would get a snack before heading to work, but he never cooked breakfast anymore.

Work was just the usual routine of chasing petty thieves or burglars. He found himself having constant run ins with two particular thieves. Wedsen and Dandi. Or as he liked to call them "the trouble brothers". It was almost a ritual for him to stumble across them stealing an Xbox or bags of candy from the convenience store and chase them until he caught up to them. Well, he rarely caught up to them, they were as fast as wild animals.

Today, he didn't care. He was too consumed by anger and grief. He didn't care if they got away this time. He was called to the scene of yet another robbery. This was the third time this week. The caller sounded more annoyed than frantic as the two burglars stole his Xbox and nothing else. It didn't take Yambo that long to figure out it was actually Wedsen and Dandi behind the robbery.