Danti Oneshots Book I ✨Guess✨

Carving Pumpkins!

Person B and person A carving pumpkins.

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"Okay!" He claps his hands together triumphantly, admiring his work. A sizeable fold-out table with a green plastic tablecloth hanging over it, covered in paper that Anti had sticky tapped to it. Two big pumpkins with spoons, sharpies, two buckets, and various knives. "I think we're ready," They pull a chair up to sit across from Dark, who is turning his pumpkin around, trying to find the perfect place for carving. "You know how to do this, yeah?"

"I believe I do, yes. I've seen you do it enough to get a general idea of the process. Although I wouldn't mind having the master teach me the craft."

"Cool beans then! That means we can get started." They say, picking up their own pumpkin and observing it, "Hang on, let me go get some cleaning wipes this-" They glitch out the room, leaving Dark by himself. He takes time to doodle different faces onto the paper, trying to decide which one would suit his pumpkin. "I like this one!" A slurred voice booms from behind him, and a familiar hand shoots to point at one of the faces. "Hello, Will," He exhales, turning to better face the eccentric man, "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm swell! I was going to head to the kitchen to do some baking with Jamesy here, but I thought it would be nice for us to pop on in and see you first! Isn't that right blue jay?" Dark turns to see Jameson standing in the door, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting uncomfortably before jumping at his pink counterpart's acknowledgment, giving Dark a small wave. "Hello, Jameson. Apologies, I did not see you there. You are welcome to come in if you wish." The mute shakes his head, "Very well then."

"I'm back! Sorry I took so long! It was a pain in the ass to find these little bastards! I have no idea why they were in my bedside drawer because I clearly remember leaving them in the bathroom- oh...... Hey, James." A thick, tense air floods the room; Anti's glitches increase, and Jameson seems even more uncomfortable, almost hiding behind the door in fear as if waiting to be attacked. Dark turns to look at the glitch; their eyes are pitch black, face relaxed into a natural frown facading their own fear with anger. Looking closer, their front isn't effective. The slight scrunch of his eyebrows, the gloss of his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders, the very subtle tremble in his legs from resisting movement. Yeah. Anti was terrified.

"Well, this is interesting." Wilford mumbles, "Let's get hopping, shall we blue jay? We've wasted enough time as it is! Those sweet treats won't make themselves!" He turns and strides towards Jameson, picking him up over his shoulders before turning back to the two demons. "We'll make sure to save some for you both! Sharing is caring, after all, and I know how much of a sweet tooth you are, Damie! TaTa now~." He chimes before marching away. Dark sighs, "I told you not to call me that," and takes the liberty to close the door before walking over to the glitch, relaxing his posture and putting his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

"Well, wasn't that exhausting, hm?" He asks them, getting no reply. He tilts his head, "Bug?" He observes their features even closer. Eyes extremely glossy, tears pricking on the edge of the skin and clinging to their lashes. Lips relaxed to open narrowly, bottom lip quivering, quiet, shallow breaths escaping. Bandages staining red, their neck wound assumingly having opened with adrenalin and the glitching. Arms wrapped around their stomach, hands clenching them so tightly their knuckles are white.

Dark comfortably puts his hands on Anti's shoulders, making them shudder and twitch. "You alright?" He asks quietly, thumbs pressing to smooth over the tension in the shoulders, rubbing into small circles. "Breath, Anti. It's alright." A glitched whimper escapes as they blink, warm droplets falling down their cheeks. "I..." Dark shushes him, pulling the glitch into his chest and wrapping his arms around him. He runs a hand through their soft hair, breaking Anti into sobs before he bear-hugs the shade, clinging onto his shirt as though they would disappear without being grounded, and hell, maybe they would vanish to a computer somewhere.

They stand there swaying for what felt like forever, Anti trying to control his breathing and Dark massaging his scalp comfortingly: the glitch moving their head to the side so they weren't smooshed against Dark's shoulder. After a few minutes, the sobs calm into sniffles. "I told you not to call me 'Bug.'"

"And I've told you not to call me 'Darkie,' yet here we are... You feeling better?"

"No. I feel like horse shit... Stupid septics always gotta ruin my fun... It's not fair... I didn't do anything wrong..."

"It's alright, Bug. We're alone now. There's no one but us here anymore."

"We can be ourselves... finally" They tease him lightly, giggling. They pull back to look at their companion with a small smile and puffy eyes, arms still wrapped around each other. "You're such a sappy nerd."

"Correction: I'm your sappy nerd."

"Yes... yes, you are." They say, kissing Dark's cheek before nuzzling back into his shoulder. "You want to start the pumpkins? Teach me how it's done?" He suggests feeling his partner smile against his skin. "Hell yeah... gotta let the master teach ya how it's done before you make a fool of yourself on Halloween."

"How charitable of you to educate me."

"Heh... yeah." He lets go, wiping their eyes and sitting back into his chair, Dark following suit. It doesn't take long for Anti to get back into their energetic pumpkin-carving spirit, narrating themself as they carve equally silly faces into the orange vegetables. They talk, banter, and laugh the whole time, getting sidetracked with their conversation from time to time but loving every moment together. They take a karaoke and dance break every now and again, showing each other their current favorite songs. They capture moments of each other being childish on their phones, doing silly poses with their pumpkins, and with each other.

"Hey, Bug? What are you doing to name your pumpkin?"

"Oh! Good question! Hmmmm... I think I'll name it... P... Princess Bartholomew the third!"

"Princess Bartholomew the third? What happend to the first and second?"

"We don't talk about them," They cover the pumpkin's 'ears,' "The first was uhh... a greedy and corrupt ruler who got beheaded and overthrown, and... uh... the second one was hanged for treacherous war crimes. Come on man! You gotta catch up on the Princess Bartholomew lore!"

"Of course, of course."

"What are you naming your pumpkin?"

"Hmmm... How about Annie Florence? Will that suffice?"

"Aww... I like that! It's pretty like you!"

"Silence, you."

"Ha! Never! You will never silence me! I am unsilenceable!" He crosses his arms, leaning back in the chair. Dark raises his brow, smirking, "Unsilenceable, hm?" He moves through the shadows, teleporting so that he is leaning over the glitch, arms caging them in, noses touching together, 

"You sure about that?"

Anti tries to lean away, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. They look off to the side, laughing nervously, "Hey man... Darkie... uh..." They can't decide on a place to look, face flushing but not the same way they did an hour ago. No. "N-... Not in front of Princess Bartholomew the third! My pure, sweet baby!"

Dark turns the pumpkin around, so the 'eyes' face the other way.

"O-Or Annie Florence!"

Dark uses the void to turn the other pumpkin around, too, tilting his head with a small, mischievous smile.

"...... In front of my knife?"

"Your knife has seen worse than me kissing you."

"True." They laugh but stop suddenly when Dark takes hold of their chin. "Ugh... I hate that this still makes me all bloody nervous and tingly."

"May I?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already."