Queer Qrew: Oneshot Collection

❝ Cold Cold Cold ❞

(A/N): Self indulgent as a kick in the typing shin and a shove into the pit of writing again.

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'Thoughts'

. . . . (Timeskip)

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Canon Universe

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THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

With a shove of papers in their bag, the daycare worker starts their walk off the daycare property, into a cold, windy, and unforgiving evening.

A single sigh from them results into their breath turning into a visible smoke.

Their bag, that was otherwise just filled with necessities and didn't threaten to tear their their arm off its socket, filled to the brim with drawings and extra crayons from and for their daycare children.

"I stayed back a bit too long to organize the drawings..." They mumble to themself, dreaded from the idea of the house they stay in being utterly destroyed without them.

Well, it's not like they'd do that much about it getting destroyed in the first place, considering it would probably be Charlie or Mark doing it, there's no stopping them. They weren't sure if Felix would even do anything about it.

Honestly, they'd just appreciate it if they were there to witness it.

The bare paws of their feet make little to no noise walking down the memorized street as their legs mindlessly lead them back home.

"I wonder if there's anything to eat when I get back." Lavender once again talks to themself in a hushed tone, tired shoulder subconsciously rolling to ease the pain.

But being dazed would have never made the unfamiliar black van next to the sidewalk a few steps away from them go unnoticed.

They pause in their tracks, mentally noting the plate number, and grabbing ahold of the closest thing to a weapon they had on them, their umbrella.

But before their hand even touches the umbrella, a sharp pain erupts in their neck.

Their eyes widen from the sudden intrusion.

A dart.

Eyes losing focus, they make little effort to catch their glasses as they fall off when they tumble forward.

Their brain was close to no function when they feel their body thump on the sidewalk, papers of drawings pitifully sprawled all over the floor.

They didn't know for how long they laid there before someone had pulled them up by the back of their cardigan before hauling them over their shoulder.

"This one's way easier to get than 3114 and that fucking killing machine." A foreign voice echoes through their disoriented mind, shortly after followed by another unfamiliar laugh.

That's how long it took for them before they completely black out.

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'Aray, that's bright.'

Eyes blinking rapidly to get used to the blinding lights above them, they groggily sit their way up from a laying position they were sure they didn't get in.