Queer Qrew: Oneshot Collection

❍ ❝ Walk Home ❞ ❍

(A/N): YAAAAAAAAAAAY

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Origins!AU

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Third Person's P.O.V.

"Okay, bag, all I need you to do is not tear and you'll make me the happiest man in the world." An Arachnid boy practically begs, staring intensely at a tattered old travelling backpack, filled to the point of bursting.

"I knew I could count on you." Mark beams, hands on hips with a proud smile.

The brunet picks up the suffering bag and hooks the straps on his upper pair of arms, contently huffing to themself as they scan their cave one last time.

"I think I'm all set." The arachnid talks to himself, making their way out of the cave. Before getting too far from the cave, Mark turns, kissing his upper right hand then putting it against the cave.

"Man, you might be a big chunk of smelly rock, but you were my big chunk of smelly rock. I'll miss you, buddy." Overdramatically, he wipes a non-existent tear with their other right hand.

The venture to his new destination was nothing short of familiar already, they've gone this path countless of times within the past year and a half.

Weaving through the trees in the forest, a gentle breeze wafts a sweet smell over them, signalling that his destination was near.

Grinning excitedly, they set out in a sprint, ignoring the strain of the heavy bag on their back.

His steps were loud and proud, wasting no time to alert another boy on their path.

Who, unfortunately, had just turned from behind another tree.

Mark's eyes widen as he spots the feline, not having enough to stop before crashing into him ungracefully.

Knocking the other boy to the ground the opposite of them where they also lie, the bags on their backs bounce slightly from the ground.

Groaning before getting back up, Mark reaches out a hand to help the other brunet up, who dusts himself off before raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, hello to you too." Charlie greets sarcastically, giving the other boy an enthusiastic smile that contradicted the sarcasm.

Mark grins at the other, teeth baring revealing not only more of their fangs but also his excitement to see the Feline.

"I MISSED YOU!" They exclaim, all four arms reaching to lift up the shorter, making exaggerated sobbing noises.

"That's gay, we saw each other yesterday." The muffled sound of Charlie's voice was tinged with obvious endearment.

"It's really a mystery how you two manage to survive in the wilderness while being so goddamn loud." A new voice pops in from seemingly nowhere, startling the pair, causing Mark to accidentally drop Charlie, making him stumble, but luckily not fall.

The two look around for the familiar, yet in their perspective, disembodied, voice.

A sharp noise resounds from their further left side, and before they knew it, there was a puff of purple particles surrounding an absolutely gigantic Enderian with a travelling bag hanging off their back.

Said Enderian stifles a laugh at the surprised faces of the duo, both having to look up a ridiculous amount to make eye contact.

"Mhm?" They hum in a teasingly condescending way.