Assorted Character Oneshots

Reconnecting - Walter "Keys" Mckey

Summary: YN used to be good friends with Keys before he met Millie and they started with their game. He never had time for them after that, but Millie had broken his heart again and he came running back.

Triggers: Arguing, yelling, cursing, 

Word Count:

"That's exactly the point, Keys! You never have time for anyone or anything other than Millie anymore!" 

"That's not true!"

"Yea? When was the last time you hung out with anyone other than her? When was the last time you left this apartment for any reason other than her or to go get lunch for you two or to get coffee? Because I can't even remember the last time we hung out! And we used to hang out all the time!"

"That- that's not what this is about."

"It's not?! Then what is this about?! Cause I have no idea-"

"You're just jealous!!"

They scoffed, staring him down with an anger Keys had not known them capable of. "Jealous?! Of what exactly?"

"Millie. You're jealous of her because you like me!"

They laughed, dragging their hands down their face with a groan. "God, Keys, I knew you were oblivious, but I never knew you were this stupid. She doesn't like you. She'll never like you! The only reason she hangs out with you, other than the game, is because she's using you! She only likes the attention you give her, which is completely and wholly undivided." 

"No she's not! You just can't stand the thought that maybe I like her back!" 

___ rolled their eyes, gathering their thing from Key's couch. "Sure, Keys, that's all it is. And when she breaks your heart, don't bother me with it. I won't care." They huffed, stopping just short of the door. "I don't know what's happened to you, but I don't like it, Keys." The tone, laced with sincerity, didn't seem to reach Key's ears, hearing the doorknob turn and the door close, leaving him alone in his apartment once more.

The tall brunette sat up in bed, running his hands over his face in attempt to wake himself from the haunting memory. It had been so long since the shattering fight he had with his ex-best friend. He still remembered it like it happened yesterday, shuddering at his actions. The man hadn't seen them since they closed that door, staring at the general direction of the offending wooden slab in question. He sometimes thought if he stared long enough, maybe they would come walking back in. None of what happened would've happened, and he could apologize. But alas, it never came to be. He, Millie, and Mouser were now working on their game alone, working out of Millie's apartment. Keys had tried to find them,over the years, but it was a fruitless venture. They must've blocked him because he couldn't find them on anything. He even tried making a new account to find them, but nothing worked. It seemed ___ didn't want to be found. 

Keys managed to pull himself from bed, changing into something comfy. Another long day of coding and hunching over a screen set ahead of him. He pulled his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them over his nose as he made his way to the kitchen. Fiddling through the fridge and finding nothing much, he decided to just grab something on the way over. He gathered his things and made his way down to the streets of the city he had been cooped up in for some time now. He kept one hand wrapped around the computer bag that hung at his waist, the other pushing open the door to the small cafe just a block from his home. 

He orders himself coffee and breakfast, standing off to the side to await the surely delicious meal. The barista comes to the counter, calling out a name he hadn't heard in years. "___, your order's ready."