Octonauts Oneshots

Dares

Wow, we really are going back to our roots recently. First Dashton fluff then Dashton angst and now the Captain suggesting another games afternoon. Also it's human form. And warning there's a little bit of Dashton kissy kissy stuff, so if you don't like it, just skip the part. Anyways I'll stop now before I spoil too much....

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It was a lazy New Zealand afternoon, the team had just spent the morning on a dangerous mission to White Island, the country's resident unpredictable and dangerous volcano. Now, they were just sitting back, with nothing to do except watch the sun roll languidly round the Pacific sky.

It was nearing three when the Captain, evidently bored of watching a perfectly clear storm tracker and routinely checking whether the Gups had grown more algae since the last time he checked fifteen minutes ago, stood up and sounded the Octoalert.

Ten seconds later, when the whole Octoalert montage had finished, Tweak crossed her arms, shifted her weight from one leg to the other and looked slightly bored.

"You just called us here for fun Cap? Is there an emergency?"

"Nope. That's the thing. No one, although I'm taking a bit of an assumption, has anything to do. So I thought we could have another little games afternoon."

Tweak, and the rest of the Octonauts, brightened.

"Sounds fun Captain," Dashi grinned. "I remember last time we did one of those... Mafia, wasn't it? What are we playing this time?"

"Well," said the Captain thoughtfully. "I know this game has a knack for going downhill very quickly, but how about a good old game of dares?"

The collective grin that circulated the HQ told the Captain all he needed to know.

***

"Right," said Kwazii, pulling out his spyglass. "This will do. Now, Cap, want to do the honours?"

"Don't mind if I do," said the Captain, spinning the spyglass in the centre of the circle the Octonauts had formed on the ground. Each crew member's eyes watched the tip of the spyglass as it circled and circled and circled, slowing down, and eventually stopping on...

Tweak.

"Okay Tweak," said the Captain, smiling. "I dare you to..." His mind struggled to come up with something. "Have an arm wrestle with Kwazii."

"You're on!" shouted the pirate cat, laying down on his stomach and placing his arm against Tweaks. The Captain did the countdown.

"Three... Two... One..."

Nothing happened. Well, the hands of both did stiffen and their faces did set into tense facades of pure concentration, but apart from that, nothing happened. Their arms were locked in the starting position, neither gaining the upper hand.

Silence, so much so that Captain Barnacles could have sworn he could hear an artery pop somewhere.

"Well..." the Captain started, then settled back down. "Never mind."

The struggle continued.

On...

And on...

And on...

Fifteen minutes later it ended. Fifteen minutes. There was a hiss from Tweak, then the crack of Kwazii's knuckle, then a waver, then defeat. Someone's hand crashed to the table, someone rose to the top in victory.