𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 2 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧.
When an alternate dimension needs to escape the death of their world, and sets eyes on ours, Earth will be turned on its head, as humanoid anim...
Some of the night passing by, Brad watches people dancing out on the floor. Grinning, he looks to Creep. Asleep in his palm, Creep's eyes are closed until Brad kicks his leg, making Creep yip, his eyes shooting wide. Looking between Jane and Gwen who stop talking, he smiles with full fangs.
Leaning, Brad motions for Creep to lean the same. "Ask Jay to dance."
"But I don't know how."
"That's perfect." Creep's face scrunches at Brad. "Girls think it's cute." He tells. "Ask her, and if she says no, that means she really wants to!" He whispers behind a hand.
Groaning, Creep straightens, glaring at Jane, making her blink and quiet her conversation with Gwen. "Wanna dance?"
"...No." She turns back to Gwen.
"Okay." He stands, sliding his chair and grabbing her hand, lugging her along. "Come on."
"What the?!" Drug out into the middle of the floor, she comes to a stop in front of him, looking him up and down. "Creep, I said I didn't want to."
"I heard yuh!" He grabs her waist, pulling her against him. "I ain't gonna be good at this."
So confused, she stares at him while he tries figuring out where to put his hands. Watching him struggle, she sighs, taking his hands and setting them on her hips. "Just hold me like this."
More flustered and annoyed by the moment, Creep grumbles, "You sweatin'? I got major pit stains going on." He raises his arms, showing his suits underarms.
Relief at a confession, she holds up her arms, poofing her jacket to show her dress. "Me too." Cringing, she asks, "Do I smell?"
Creep leans, sniffing her pits. "Nope. Me?" She sniffs his.
Her elbow on the table, Gwen holds her chin in her palm, watching Creep and Jane. "Are they smelling each other's pits?"
Brad stares dully, "Yep."
"Not exactly a daisy, but it won't knock me out," Jane tells, Creep nodding happily. Starting to sway, Creep moves the little bit he knows. "So, Creep, why are you making such a big deal out of my birthday?"
"Ain't it what I'm supposed to do?"
"I just wanted to go home."
"Me too, Fudge Cake." Creep shrugs. "But little bro Bradly said this kinda crap is what you really wanted. He said you'd leave my ass if I screwed up."
Letting out a breath, Jane tells, setting a hand on his shoulder as they turn in the awkward dance. "Creep, Brad's just being an asshole."
"Not little bro Bradly?!" Creep gasps.
"I'm sorry your bromance isn't working out."
He sighs. "I guess I need to start seeing other bros." His playing turning more serious, he starts to look at her genuinely. "Sorry for makin' a big deal outa your birthday, Fudge Cake."
Her hand sliding down his shoulder, onto his chest, she smiles. "I like ignoring my birthday because it was my birthday when I learned what Mark really thought of me."
Grasping the background to what the day has been about, Creep smirks. "Well, I think I made this one weird enough to replace old memories." He reaches in his coat, Jane lifting her lips. His intent a joke, her smile is half at his jest, and half at the ways he has in fact made this one replace her old memories. Instead of hearing him calling her a freak, and an experiment, he's made a fool of himself trying to make her happy. Her eyes watching him with affection. "I got another gift for ya."
"Creep."
He brings out the trinket ring. "This one's actually from me." He holds it out for her.
Pausing, she studies it, the charm of a cake on it. Smiling, she takes it, slipping it on her thumb. "It's a fudge cake?"
"Extra chocolaty fudge cake." His brows wiggle. Quietly, she looks at the ring, setting her hand back on his chest. "I love it."
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