Requested by @gaymumbojumbo who I promised to write about Beachtown and finally I had motivation
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In the sun-drenched beach town, where the surf was always perfect and the vibe eternally chilled, one silly puppet ruled the waves.
Beachtown was the town's undisputed surfing star.
Despite his charm and skills, his clumsiness on land was truly something. His friends, especially Sally would often joke that the ocean was the only place he didn't trip over his own feet.
One dazzling morning, as Beachtown walked down the shore with 'Home' under his arm, he noticed a new face in town. Y/n was unpacking their gear, eyes set determinedly on the ocean. He couldn't resist showing off a bit, riding the waves with his signature flair. But they, with a their own confident grin weren't impressed.
"You reckon you're the only one who can surf around here?" They called out, adjusting their wetsuit.
Beachtowns eyes sparkled with amusement. "G'day! Think you can keep up, mate? This ain't just about standing on a board, it's about becoming one with the ocean, ya know?"
Y/n rolled their eyes. "Watch and learn, hotshot."
With that, they paddled out, ready to challenge the town's surfing star. But he watched with a knowing smile; he had seen plenty of overconfident surfers before. Sure enough, they struggled to catch the perfect wave, wiping out spectacularly.
But credits to them, they didn't give up, continuing to show off their (non existent) skill.
He paddled over, still chuckling. "Need a hand? Not everyone's cut out to be a legend."
Their pride was stung, making them snap back. "I've got this!"
As another wave crashed over them, they were dragged out further to sea. Panic started to set in as they realized they were in over their head.
"Okay fine! A little help here!"
Beachtown paddled over, smirking. "What happened to thinking ya could keep up?" He teased, but he didn't hesitate to offer his help.
As he got closer, they, feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation, decided to wipe that smug smile off his face. In a hasty, ill-conceived move, Y/n tackled Beachtown off his surfboard. The two splashed into the water, and their surfboards drifted away, carried by the waves.
The comedic tangle of limbs and flailing splashes was drawing some attention from the beach visitors.
Especially Eddie looked concerned, ready to swim over and check up on them as he was the lifeguard around here and very much feeling a pang of anxiety. Not so much for Beachtown, mostly for the new neighbor.
Though Julie convinced him to stand by, as clearly the two are only being silly and playfull in the water.
"Oi! What was that for?" Beachtown spluttered, trying to keep his head above water.
Before any sensible response, they both noticed something in the water. A swarm of jellyfish was slowly drifting their way.
Y/n's eyes widened in terror, and they instinctively clung to Beachtown. "Ah! Jellyfish! Do something!"
Beachtown followed Y/n's gaze and felt his heart skip a beat but maintained his cool aura. "Stay calm, mate. We'll just... uh, swim around 'em."
The swarm of jellyfish was floating towards them rapidly. But without the surfboards they where in quite the vunerable position.
"Don't panic. But they can smell fear... I think."
"This isn't helping!"
The pair clung to each other, both trying to swim away from the jellyfish while also trying to stay afloat. The sight was ridiculous – two grown surfers flailing in the water, trying to escape a few jellyfish.
Frank would've chastised them for being so overdramatic and his biased self would probably side with the jellyfish as they where his favorite sea creatures.
"If we get stung, it's on you!" Beachtown shouted, but there was a hint of a laugh in his voice.
"Just swim!" Y/n yelled back, trying to push him ahead.
Suddenly a idea popped up in his head and he smacked his forehead, feeling silly for not thinking of this earlier.
He whistled a certain tune, and quickly his surfboard, affectionately called 'Home', returned to him.
"What is wrong with that surfboard..."
"It has feelings too. Don't be rude now."
After what felt like an eternity, they made it back to shore, exhausted from the stress but unscathed.
As they collapsed on the sand, Y/n looked over at Beachtown, who placed Home proudly next to him.
"You know." He said between breaths. "Next time, don't try to show off to the king of the waves, yeah?"
They shook their head reluctantly getting the appreciative words out of their mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the rescue. But don't think this means you're all that. I'll beat you one day."
Beachtown winked. "We'll see about that. And don't try to drown while you're here, eh? At least you can count on me for cpr-"
"Can you stop laughing... this isn't funny."
Beachtown complained as his face was bright red from embarrassment as he was pushed and burried into sand with only his head sticking out.
Y/n hadn't appreciated his teasing comments and now he was stuck while Home was giving him a side-eye.
His friends gathered around him to watch and give their own piece of advice.
"You're wooing skills are so bad. Holy balls. I love the new neighbor." Sally wheezes as she draws a 'L' on his forehead.
"Sally language." Poppy reminds her before gently nudging her aside and actually helping the poor soul stuck in sand.
