PHIGHTING ONESHOTS!

🎨| SPECIAL OC CHAPTER!

AN: I know, completely different chapter. BUT SERIOUSLY, I just kind of want to try and write one of my OC's and try to implement their personality into text to see how well I kind of write. (Although, I know for a fact I completely suck but enjoy! ( and also because it's July, MY BIRTHDAY'S MONTH! Though, my birthday is like- another like, 16 days away...)

FT: LORD PWNATIOUS THE ASSHOLE BY THE WAY, WOOHOO (I love them though, silly evil bitch 🥰)

OC'S INCLUDED!

. PALLET

. PAINTBRUSH

(they're siblings, as if that wasn't obvious judging from the names :sob:) 

Blackrock.

Everyone knew it as some snowy, shitty, cold faction. Just a horrible place for a faction, hell-- should it even be considered a faction at this point? 

Pallet was comfortably painting underneath a tree, shaded from the currently falling snowflakes. As if it didn't fall everyday anyways. Thank the lords that there weren't many people outside today, or else she would've already exploded. 

She never really liked crowds or people anyways. She had always been awkward around them. So, she didn't quite like interacting with many people, though she made exceptions for some people at least.

Pallet enjoyed the peaceful quiet, the silence was a rare moment here in Blackrock- at least she didn't have to hear some demons yelling insults at each other, middle fingers, this that... Rent issues, or just straight up bad people. 

As if her peaceful silence couldn't be disturbed, it just had to be. And guess who was that? 

                                                                                        Them.

Yep, you guessed it. That rich, pompous, narcissist, selfish, bratty, good for nothing son of a bi- Okay, that's a little too far. Maybe. 

Pallet groaned to herself as she heard the familiar footsteps (dawg she memorized Their footsteps too lmao..) and the almost non-stop idle chattering with that annoyingly exaggerated 'fancy' accent of Theirs. What- what do you even call that?!

" Ah! Pallet, my lovely dear and potential business partner! "   Pwnatious drawled out, walking over to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder that made Pallet let out a grunt of annoyance and discomfort. " What brings you outside, hm? Maybe my deal has finally struck you into believing that you'll be a perfect business partner? " 

Pallet was just dreading to get away from this weird... Teapot headed- demon, guy... Thing. But unfortunately, she had to play nice for now. Only because that robot bodyguard of their's was over there watching the both of them closely. She had to play the part for now. 

" Well, I'm sorry- P-Pwna... Pwnatious? " Pallet corrected herself as she tried to recall at how to pronounce their overly confusing and lavish sounding name. Man, what was their parents thinking at giving names? Like, did they put it through a letter scrambler and somehow got lucky and just picked the fanciest sounding name they think?

Pwnatious seemed to be mockingly offended and placed a hand on their chest and let out an almost fancy- no, bratty sounding scoff as they did so, curtly turning their head to the side with a huff.

" It's 'LORD' Pwnatious. But for you I'll make an exception. " They spoke, before letting their hands fall to the side and they placed their hands on their hips. God, Pallet just wanted to punch and shatter that stupid teapot head of theirs, hang their head and- ugh.