Jedtavius (Jedediah&Octavius) One-shots

☹︎(♡︎) - he's rude.

Life was like a never-ending carnival for Jedediah and Octavius—an endless stream of amusement and adventure.

They were inseparable, the two would do anything and everything together.
Whether it was racing through the museum's corridors or playing hide and seek in the night, with their laughter echoing through the halls.
In quiet corners, they would find peace and exchange stories of their past lives.

Together, they made ordinary nights transform into extraordinary experiences, boredom was a foreign word when they had each other.

However, something changed.
Fate just had to take an unexpected turn for them.

Larry, the friendly night guard who has become everyone's trusted friend, has been replaced by a new, unfriendly face—Mr. Growley.

With a strict face and a strict voice, Mr. Growley held an aura that sent shivers down Jedediah's and Octavius' spines.

From the first night of the new night guard's arrival, their lives felt like a prison.

His strict commands echoed through the halls, his rules and loud scolds were a common routine. The old bright and welcoming environment was no longer present.
It's as if the night guard has come for the solid purpose of robbing their freedom.

It has especially been hard on Jedediah and Octavius, as they found it difficult to spend time together like they did before.

Mr. Growley always had rules put out for them, always had a way of separating them and leaving them isolated.

They yearned to walk the halls freely, to continue with their adventures and their friendship, but Mr. Growley's watchful eyes seemed determined to keep them apart.

Jedediah and Octavius stood in the Roman Diorama, exchanging concerned glances as they watched Mr. Growley approach them.
The man's grumpy expression seemed to deepen as he eyed the miniature figures.
This can't be good.

"You! Little cowboy over there," Mr. Growley said as his finger pointed to Jedediah.

"Name's Jedediah, Gruffypoo," Jedediah corrected with a glare.

Mr. Growley just ignored Jedediah's nickname and continued,
"I don't think you belong in here, do you? Get back to your rightful place!"

"That's a big no can do, Sir. What exact problem do ya have with us just breathin' and havin' fun?" Jedediah asked, his hand placed on Octavius' shoulder.

Mr. Growley just scoffed, his brows furrowed in a perpetual scowl.
"I don't care about your silly adventures. I'm here to keep the museum secure and safe. Last time I checked, I'm in charge here, and you're ought to follow my rules!"

Jedediah and Octavius briefly exchanged glances, both of them uncomfortable in the night guard's presence.

Jedediah rolled his eyes at the man and Octavius tightened his grip on the hilt of his miniature sword.

"I must say, good sir, your strictness is matched only by the stone statues surrounding us," Octavius commented.

As always, the man just ignored their remarks, as if he didn't hear them.

Mr. Growley reached out and firmly grasped Jedediah, removing him from Octavius' home, and holding him up to eye level.

Octavius watched, his expression mixed with concern and determination.

"Hey! Put me down!" Jedediah demanded as he struggled in the night guard's grip.

"Enough! Your little friendship won't interfere with my duty to maintain order. You'll see how things work in here now," Mr. Growley said with a strict voice, his eyebrows furrowed, "the old night guard might have been nice to you tiny beings, but I'm not like that. Get used to it."