Brawl Stars Short Stories

Cobot Club

Idea inspired by: _Lexscallion_

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"I tell ya I just don't know what the fu- freak to do."

Pam took a heavy sip of her hot chocolate as Jessie and Meg ran past them, "Thank you." She turned to the foulmouthed Brawler, "And what's the frustration?"

Jackie placed her hot pink goggles on the glass tabletop, "It's Carl." She set a foot out to trip a child she noticed in her peripherals. The ghost boy Gus seamlessly passed through so he could resume chasing after Bonnie. "He's going to that party tonight."

On her right, Belle pulled a fork from her mouth. She stuck in another bit of cake before asking, "You talking about that party on Darryl's ship?"

"Yea, that's it." Jackie placed her chin on the counter. There was this odd air of uncertainty around her.

Belle pushed a bit of her white mullet over her shoulder, "Well what's the issue?"

Jacky didn't quite know how to word this, "It's jus'. He's such a gooba sometimes." Jacky's concerns were mostly directed at Carl's lack of backbone. The robotic Brawler was known for gushing over rocks and cowering behind Jacky's mass. "How's he going to act at a party?"

Pam spoke up again, "Oh is that all? You sound like his mutha." The two older Brawlers shared a short laugh at her silly concerns. Despite Jacky's solemn mood they tried to make light of the problem, "Maybe he'll be a little awkward to start. But I'm sure he'll warm up fast."

Belle added, "Besides, Pearl and Nani are going to be there." The golden-armed thief rocked back with the fluffy flavor, "Those two are basically programmed to butter up babies."

The soft sound of a platter landing on glass shifted their focus, "Perhaps buttering babies isn't the phrasing you'd like to use." Piper's golden locks playfully danced in her eyes, "Wouldn't want Pearl cooking up any minimuffins."

Jacky took up the platter, "Besides, I don't like the way yall is talking bout Carl." She hissed as the steamy tea singed her tongue. From the side, they could hear the sound of childish playing shift to a potential Brawl. Pam quickly jumped up to diffuse the situation while Jacky continued, "He ain't a little kid. Jus'... a little odd."

Piper placed a gloved hand up to her cheek, "Oh is that what's bothering you darlin'?" Belle responded by nodding her head, "Well if you're worried about Carl don't be. My Rico is going too. He loves the little parties Darryl throws. Says it makes him feel fresh off the line again." She leaned into Belle and whispered, "Then he sleeps the whole of the next day."

The two snickered to themselves knowing how pooped their robots are after a night at Darryl's. Their silent secret only furthered Jacky's paranoia. She let her guard down which another Brawler quickly took advantage of. He latched onto her shoulder by draping his arms over her front. He smushed his brown cheeks against her pale temple. The biggest issue was how his hands just so happened to rest over her breasts.

Brock smiled at the ladies, "Whatcha talking bout?"

Jacky almost remained stalwart despite his inappropriate greeting. Till the subtle squeeze of his fingers and thumbs against her heart broke her focus. She latched onto his arm and flung him over her shoulder. The table fractured like lightning across the sky.

Brock's right leg landed in Belle's lap which she rested her arms on as she spoke, "We were just talking about how Carl is going to his first bot-only party."

His eyes lit up as if he hadn't been downed in a single move, "Oh the pirate party? 8-Bit and Barley are heading tonight." He tried to roll to his stomach but ended up falling into the dirt below. He manage to mumble out, "8-Bit's been talking about it all week."