I Thought You Hated Me! (Digital time fanfic)

Ducks and forced love

Tony's POV: I watched the duo happily teleport and skip out of the kitchen. I look at sketchbook and scowl. "Traitor" I mutter. I watch them go into the media room (or the room from ep four, idk what to call it lol) where the new one was teaching. With the red one missing, I'm the only one in this house with a single braincell. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice. Quite frankly, I wish it wasn't familiar. "Are you lonely?" Coos shrignold. I'm starting to think he can teleport like sketch. I groan "no you pesky bee- or pigeon- or whatever the hell you are! I'm fine" I grumble. "No! You're lonely! I can see it In your eyes!" I jump off the wall and clench my fist "you're gonna be the lonely one when I squash you and leave you to die!" I grab the 500 volt bug zapper from the pantry. I come back to put him in his place, but he's gone! I go into the media room to see a sight that burns my eyes. Shrignold getting uncomfortably close to sketchbook....and the computer I guess..trying to get them to flirt. "Hello Mr computer! Is this sketchbook your special one?" He says in the most annoying and off-putting way possible. I hold the zapper tighter. "Uhh no sir? We're not, we literally just met" Colin? Tom? Lenon? Sorry, whatever his stupidly generic name was says. "nonono! The fact you just met isn't bad at all! I think if you gave it the chance, you two would fall deeply in love! Just come meet some of my friends, and they'll show you what love truly is!" He giggles and beckons the duo to follow him. I'm about to butt in, but someone already did for me. I hear what sounds like the yellow one screaming from the kitchen. Everyone stops for a second, then gets up.

Colin's POV: I hated the butterfly already! Doesn't he know I'm gay? And isn't the sketchbook lesbian? I don't know, but that doesn't matter now. I jump up and hold sketchbook tightly, protecting her. "That's my thing!" The clock yells at me before running to the kitchen. He freezes. I run behind him and the butterfly flys above us. I gasp and my eyes go wide. The yellow kid, Manny? Or Doi? David? Something like that (i know many people call him many things, so I am doing the same thing I did for Sketchbook in chapter two) standing at the counter. He has greenes feathers and blood all over his face and the kitchen. There are several empty cans in front of him labeled with the ducks face. He's dead, and the kid just found out who killed him.

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