Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Repetitive (Snowball x Eraser

This is rlly bad sorry guys I wrote all of this at 1-3 am and didn't proofread and my head hurts here take it

Can u tell I really like weed

I forgot to say this is a lime LOL they make out

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Snowball felt so depressed. He could feel the weight crushing him as he pulled the comforter over his face, mumbling to himself as he yawned. He really couldn't be fucked to leave his room, but he promised Basketball that he would do the dishes in the morning. God, why did he have to say that last night? She just seemed stressed, and he felt bad. He groggily got up from bed and onto his feet, his bones popping as he did so. He picked up his phone and opened it, checking the clock.

3 AM, damn. Might as well get the dishes over with so that he could sleep in extra late today. Snowball walked out of his room and into the kitchen that every floor of the hotel had and started cleaning. Before he knew it, he was finished. He looked at the time again, it only took him 15 minutes. He was zoned out the entire time, kinda like on autopilot. It was weird. He should get high.

Snowball rubbed his eyes as he walked back to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him and taking out his bong from beside his bed, lighting it, and taking a big fat rip. He set it back down, getting back into bed. His eyes felt puffy and his eyelids heavy. So damn tired.

Snowball woke up with a jolt. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. He had a headache, his nose stuffy, and his vision hazy. Did he have a nightmare? Wait. Snowball rubbed his eyes, which were wet. Was he crying? Why was he crying? Why the hell does he wanna cry right now?

God, he was drenched in sweat. A shower would be nice. Yeah, a nice hot shower and a sheet change.

Snowball turned his phone on and stared at the screen in shock, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things.

8 PM.

What the fuck? How did he sleep for so long? Snowball walked back out into the little living room to see Basketball and RBF watching some show about robots fighting or something, holding money in their hands. Were they seriously betting over a silly robot show? It looked fun though. Snowball walked over to the couch and tapped Basketball on the shoulder.

"YEAH, GO YEA YOU- Oh, hey SB. What's up?" Snowball scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what to say without it sounding like he was going crazy. "Did I... Leave my room today? Did I sleep until 8?" Basketball looked at him, confused. "Y- Yeah? You came out kinda late at like, 12, but you were out here for a few hours. You didn't talk to anyone, though. You were just on your phone. Do you not remember that?" Snowball shook his head. "I just woke up."

RBF overheard their conversation and turned around to face Snowball. "Were you high or something?" Snowball shook his head again. "I only took a single hit and that was at, like, three in the morning." RBF shrugged before tapping Basketball to get her attention. "Oh yeah, I win." "You asshole! I wasn't paying attention!" The rest of their chatter faded into the background as Snowball stepped back, feeling disoriented. His brain was fuzzy and full, but also empty at the same time.

Whatever. He was tired. Like, ultra super duper tired. And still sweaty. He grabbed some new sheets and put them on his bed before taking a long, hot shower. He fell back onto his bed, now clean. Snowball fell asleep almost immediately after pulling his comforter over himself.

It was so warm.

And just like that, he woke up. It was still pitch black outside. Snowball didn't bother to check the time as he pulled out his bong again, taking multiple drags from it before putting it back onto the floor, next to his bed. What a life, huh?