[A/N: rewrite ayyyyy]
[Young Petey, he's likeeeeee. 7 here]
[Uhhhhhhh might be potentionally triggering some Sarah and Yolay fluff is coming soon so. Yeah]
[Short/WIP]
"Jeez, you kids these days are so ungrateful. When I was a lad, my dad was practically a darned tyrant! But regardless, he kept me fed, and kept me under a roof, and I'm not even half as bad as him, Peter, so I don't even understand why you're complaining...."
Petey drowned out the sound of his dad ranting, and wondered what he had expected to happen. He stood as straight as he could, when his dad started yelling about something else.
"Jeez, do you just think I'm a terrible father? I bet that's exactly what you think, isn't it Peter?"
"W- what? No, no not at all dad," Petey said, concerned.
"That must be it, you think I'm a terrible father don't you?" His dad replied with a huff, before turning around and walking away. Petey stood confused and concerned for a moment before walking to his room.
Once in his room, Petey slumped down against his bed and rolled underneath it.
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Petey woke up in a jolt as he heard his door open and his dad yell.
"You missed dinner, why did you do that? Are you stupid or something?"
"No.........."
Petey's dad rolled his eyes.
"Can you please not call me stupid when I make a mistake?"
"When I was a kid and made a mistake, my dad would call me much worse than stupid, you need to man up, you have it so much easier than I did."
"I just want you to stop calling me stupid-"
"Oh, so I'm a bad father?"
Petey looked at him with big, empty eyes.
"Well?"
Petey looked down at his feet.
His dad sighed and walked off. "Fine, whatever, I don't care."
