Random Fandom Oneshots!

GUYS

Fandom: Roblox DOORS

FLOOR TWO IS OUT!! (well it came out, like, 4 days ago but still-) (I haven't beat the floor yet tho :,>)

so, take this oneshot of Screech interacting with the Giggles :)

Screech = he/him

Giggles = they/she/he (there's multiple of them)

TW: Gore (?), Slight Cursing (?), NO SHIPS

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Screech floated through the rooms, idly searching for a human to scare, when he heard a giggle come from the ceiling. The entity stopped, tilting his gaze upward to study the dark room. However, his normally excellent vision did little to clear the darkness, so Screech shrugged it off.

That was, until, something fell down towards him.

Screech yelped, avoiding the creature, and he heard a disappointed scoff from above him.

"Sorry! I TOLD him that you weren't a human- but obviously he didn't listen." Screech stared at the tan entity as it faded from existence before turning to stare in the direction of the high-pitched voice. If he squinted, he could see another tan creature clinging to the metal grate that was the rooftop. 

"Is he...gone? Dead?" Screech questioned. The entity's ever-present smile seemed to brighten- a smile that looked similar to that of his own reflection, Screech realized.

"Dunno! We never know where we end up once we are...discarded." The entity spoke, a small giggle following their words almost by instinct. Screech blinked.

"We?" Screech asked. He heard another giggle.

"There's tons of me and my friends all over the mines! The humans call us 'Giggles'." The voice spoke. Screech levitated upwards, closer to the being. He heard another giggle.

He stared at the 'Giggle' once it came into his field of vision. It was a tan entity with blank white eyes and a perfectly crafted smile, and it clung to the rusty iron above with four tentacles. 

"You look silly," Screech noted. The Giggle lived up to its namesake.

"You look almost the same, I might add." the tan entity unlatched one of its four appendages to wave it at Screech, who wiggled a tentacle in response.

"But you're bald. I'm not." Screech pointed out mischievously. The Giggle narrowed its eyes, which Screech guessed was the closest thing to a frown that they could muster. They pulled their tentacle back, their smile seeming forced. Carved. Crafted- catered for the entity.

"I guess. You look cooler- and you can fly! I imagine that it's IMPOSSIBLE to get rid of you!" the Giggle joked, bringing Screech out of his pool of thoughts. Screech sighed sheepishly, dipping lower into an air current that didn't exist.

"Well- the humans just have to look at me. Their faces are a bit...creepy. I always retreat." Screech admitted. The Giggle let out another giggle.

"That's silly. I think their faces are beautiful. Especially when they run red with their own demise!" Screech snickered at the commentary. Despite how dark the statement was, he agreed. The sight of the invaders scrambling in terror to feel their own faces was always hilarious.

"What's your name?"

Screech waved a couple of his goopy appendages idly. "The humans call me Screech. Is your name Giggle?"

"Well, I don't have my OWN name, so that works!" Giggle chirps. Screech opens his mouth to respond when the loud creak of old door hinges silences them both for a moment. Giggle, well, giggles, eyeing the human. Screech smiled evilly.

"Watch this," Screech whispered, floating down to sneak up behind the human, who was rummaging through some lockers. Screech eyed them before letting out a quiet 'psst', which the human seemed to ignore. Screech grinned before giving the taller specimen a sharp bite.

The human cursed, stumbling straight under one of Giggle's comrades, who dutifully ravaged their face until they were for sure dead. The two-legged creature wobbled before collapsing, its redder insides spilling like tea out of a cup. Screech rose back up to Giggle's height, grinning.

"I think that we," Screech started. "make a great team." Giggle agreed. She needed to make friends anyway.

Another creaky doorknob twist alerted them, and they turned to each other with a matching, shit-eating grin. 

This was going to be fun.

--------------------------------------

lmaoo the sillies bonding (I don't ship them tho dw)

Words: 676