Ripple- a Bluey Story

Fusion

12:00PM

Bluey and I hadn't separated yet, still snugging on Rusty's bed. I had felt a littler lighter after talking to Bluey about my dream and what I saw in the forest, and now with us together I actually felt pretty good. A small smile had crept across my face.

But of course good things don't last. I had just started to feel a little sleepy when I heard the door open. Whoever was there stayed silent for a second before speaking 

"Alright, off my bed before this turns from a cuddle sesh to a fuck sesh." Rusty was an adequate adjective to describe his filter. 

We both begrudgingly departed and got up, brushing ourselves off and rolling our eyes at Rusty's brashness. Before anyone was able to say anything we heard a ring of the doorbell reverberate throughout the house. "Alright, don't forget the plan. But we're probably gonna be playing D&D for a couple hours before anything happens." I grumbled a little bit. I had heard Jack talk my ear off about it like twenty different times, but it had never really sounded that interesting. Now I got to enjoy an entire marathon of it...fun. I stopped bitching as we all walked towards the front door. 

Rusty popped open the door to find a Jack (Very big surprise, I know). 

"Hey jack, What's up?" Rusty asked as Jack walked in and shut the door behind him, then proceeded to give Rusty a hug.

"Nothing much, you?" As Jack pulled away, I noticed a small Blush through his fur. This could be easier than I expected. 

"Pretty much the same." Rusty said with a yawn. I tried to look at Rusty's cheeks to discern a blush, but for reasons I really shouldn't have to explain I couldn't differentiate between his fur and a blush. Jack looked over and finally noticed us

"Oh hey guys!" He waved to us, we reciprocated "When Rusty told me you guys wanted to try D&D I was super surprised." I noticed he had an extremely large backpack on, similar to the kind of bag a camper might have for an extremely long hike. My jaw almost dropped thinking about how he had all that for a game he had told me 'You really only need some dice and paper' for. 

"Ya, we thought it would be...nice." I said, cringing at how weird that had sounded. He didn't seem to pick up on it as Rusty started to lead us somewhere 

"Here, I got a good table we can play at.". I took a deep breath and tried my best to channel my inner nerd.

6:00PM

"I cast fireball." Rusty leaned back in his chair and took a bite of his pizza, shaking the dice necessary to calculate his damage in his other hand.

Jack took a deep breath, trying not to snap or lose his composure. He attempted to smile "Rusty, if you cast fireball, you can only hit 1 or two enemies without hitting you or your party. You guys are surrounded in this hallway, and they are right next to you." Rusty grows a devious smile.

"First of all, my name is Fire Lord Gol Denn Childe. Second, I cast fireball, Centered on myself." Rusty declares, taking another bite of pizza. I see Jack's eyebrow twitch as he starts rolling to see if his guys survive. Me and Bluey have similar reactions as we start to roll for characters as well, who Rusty DEFINITELY could have avoided setting on fire. This had been going on almost the entire game. Rusty would make a questionable decision and we all would pay for it. Like when he had stolen from the king's castle in front of the king and gotten sent to the gallows, or when he had decided to just kill a bartender in cold blood with bagpipes because 'it was funny'. But for the most part I had been having a good time. As the dungeon master Jack had ensured Rusty's actions wouldn't affect us too much.

At least until we had started combat. Jack couldn't stop Rusty from incinerating us during a fight. Luckily we had managed to survive most of his reckless attacks. But for this one, we were all at critically low HP. I rolled and received a natural 1, the lowest roll possible. Rusty announced how much his attack did after rolling all his dice.