Frouse Crashers Oneshots!

[🎉] Oh Boy, 3AM!

("What a stupid idea! Who wants a grilled cheese sandwich at 3 in the morning?!" 

Vernias does. 

So Nick unwillingly makes him one.)

Characters: (Vern) Vernias, (Nick) TcNick3, (Eevee) Sophist

3AM.

Moonlight seeps through closed curtains, gently covering the wall's many posters. A fan on a nightstand whirrs quietly, filling the silence with a soft monotone hum. It's oddly quiet outside; the summer crickets aren't doing their nightly chirp, and there's no wind rustling the trees.

The night is still.

And Vernias is awake.

He stirs in his bed, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. Eventually, he gives up and lies on his back, staring at the ceiling as he sighs in frustration. Usually, he's able to fall asleep in mere seconds, but tonight is different; he's wide awake for some reason. After a few minutes, he sits up, grabbing his fully charged phone from the nearby nightstand. Vern checks a few apps, then goes through Discord to see if any of his friends are awake. Unsurprisingly, he's the only one online.

Figures.

Vern puts the phone back on the nightstand and rubs his eyes. He's exhausted, but his mind's still racing. He tried everything; stretching, melatonin, even counting sheep (which was a last resort, he didn't think it would work anyway). Groaning, he lays back down and closes his eyes, trying to think of happy thoughts to ease his restless mind.

A vivid memory starts to play in his head; a dream he had last night.

He's sitting on a picnic blanket in a giant field of flowers. The wind blows calmly as pink, purple, and blue petals dance around him. A multicolored flower crown rests on his head. Vern looks around him, almost not noticing the picnic basket next to his knee. Curious about what's inside, he reaches into the basket, pulling out a sandwich wrapped in parchment paper. Without a second thought, he quickly pulls off the paper and bites into the sandwich. He remembers smiling wide as the buttery bread and gooey cheese melted in his mouth, still warm as if it was freshly made-

A loud growl makes Vernias quickly sit up in a panic. He looks around, wondering where the strange sound was coming from, then sighs in relief when realizes it was just his stomach. The memory had made him very hungry; mouth slightly watering as he thought about the sandwich again. Even though he hadn't eaten anything yet, he could've sworn there was a faint taste of it on his tongue. Vern quickly shrugs off the thought and gets up, removing the many blankets that were covering him. He quietly shuffles towards the door and walks out, closing it behind him.

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Vern has no idea how he ended up in Nick's room.

Well, in a way he does.

He walked in there.

His sleep-deprived mind thought that his roommate would make him something to eat if he asked nicely enough. He slowly realizes that there are a couple of things wrong with his thinking: It's three in the morning, and Nick hates being woken up, especially for stupid reasons.

Vernias stands near the doorway, contemplating his choices. Should he risk waking up a very sleepy (and soon-to-be irritated) Nick? Or should he go back to his room to suffer in silence?

Before he chooses the latter, his stomach makes another harsh growl. Part of him wishes he had eaten more yesterday; he was so busy with editing and streams that he didn't get a chance to. A strawberry Poptart wasn't going to last him the whole day, and the lack of food quickly caught up to him.