Alcohol (Eraserdrop)

Reunited with an old friend

Eraser was out in some shitty bar with his best friends, Blocky and Pen.

It was very late at night now, the sun would soon start showing on the horizon to signal morning.

"Eraser... maybe you shouldn't drink so much," Pen suggests to Eraser who was mindlessly chugging alcohol from a bottle.

Eraser puts his bottle down, chuckling to himself, "Eh, it's... fine..." he tells Pen, hiccuping, "Sometimes ya gotta have a lil... fun..."

Blocky speaks up from next to them, looking somewhat tired, "When will we go? We've been here for hours," he complains, also drunk but not just as much as Eraser, "It smells absolutely horrible in here."

Pen glances around the bar filled with objects who didn't look too healthy or well... some were arguing, some were sobbing in corners, some were laughing and singing... he was starting to feel unsafe.

"We should go now, actually..." Pen says, getting Eraser up from a chair and urging him outside compulsively, Blocky follows.

As the fresh air outside hits them they all feel like they've just escaped hell out into a beautiful oasis... except the beautiful oasis was a polluted city filled with lots of drunk objects out on a very late Friday night... it was actually early Saturday now.

Blocky smiles, "Glad to be outta there, that was only fun for the first thirty minutes."

Pen nods, trying to stabilize Eraser who wasn't looking too well.

Eraser throws up on the sidewalk, Pen and Blocky both wincing at the sight as Pen keeps trying to stabilize him.

"You... good, bro?" Pen asks, patting Eraser on the back once he seems to be done throwing up and coughing.

Eraser stands up straight... his posture still mighty weird thanks to his shape but a lot better than before, "Now that I got that out... this feels great," he breaths out, stretching and taking in the beautiful starry sky with just a slight glow on the horizon from the morning sun.

Blocky sighs, "That's cool and all..." he says with a yawn, "I'm gonna... go home. See you guys later," he gives them a tired grin as he turns a corner, leaving Pen and Eraser alone outside the bar.

"Would you like for me to get you home?" Pen asks, turning to his rubber companion with a concerned glint in his eye as soon as Blocky got out of their view.

Eraser gives pen a pat on the back with a chuckle, obviously still quite drunk, "Ehehe... nah, I'm actually quite... fine," he says with a wink.

Pen looks like he is about to argue but decides he's too tired to drag Eraser's drunk ass back to his house if Eraser didn't even want it, "Alright bro. Be careful, okay?"

Eraser signals a thumbs-up as he stumbles away, leaving Pen alone on the sidewalk. Pen walks away in the opposite direction on anxious feet.

Eraser considers going home for a second but decides against it. He wanted to take a walk around the street.

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Teardrop was out way too late tonight.

Ever since TPOT had ended she'd been alone with no actual close friends or stuff going on... but she was content. Nowadays she liked staring fights on the streets and drinking herself starry-eyed... but not tonight. Tonight she was completely sober and had no want for any conflict.

She was walking around the city, trying not to bump into or upset any of the drunk objects stumbling around her.

Trying not to be noticed, she walks up the wall of a building, getting up on the roof. Looking over the city with all the disoriented and upset objects around made her feel nothing. Looking up at the starry sky made her feel whole. She kept her eyes on it as she leaped from building to building while blocking out the buzzing and noise around her.

Eventually she reached another corner of the city. A way more trashy area known for a lot of crime going on there... but quiet and mostly calm since a lot of people didn't like going there.

She walks down the side of the building she was on now, going down a dark alley. She had nowhere she needed to be or wanted to be, so she was right here... all alone.

Suddenly she hears someone stumble into the alley, she quickly looks back to see... Eraser.

Oh, she'd actually missed him! What was he doing around here?

She walks towards him, waving her hand cheerfully, but to her surprise he lunges at her, pinning her to the ground.

Scared and confused now, she starts panicking and squirming beneath him, trying to point her laser-fingers at him but he firmly holds her wrists down and she ends up firing at a building close-by, leaving burn-marks there.

"Bwahah... heh... h-hello Teardrop~..." Eraser slurs, seeming to find her reaction hilarious. Oh god... he was probably drunk.

Teardrop kicks and struggles, perhaps a little too caught off guard to have been able to stop him from pinning her... and he now had the upper hand.

Eraser's eyes darken, "Stop... that now... nh... keep still..."

Teardrop tries to scream, to catch anyone's attention... but of course... she couldn't make any sound. Even the lasers firing from her fingertips don't catch anyone's attention... there wasn't a lot of objects around that had any attention to be caught either.

So she was left more helpless than she'd ever been, a cruel drunken old pal of hers taking full advantage.

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Word count: 883

Finished writing: October 15 2024

This was mostly just to try out the grounds with writing about fandoms, not sure if it'll be continued or not. It was also definitely inspired by the song Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott. It is an Eraserdrop story... but I don't see them this way! I imagine them much more silly and wholesome than whatever this fanfic is.

:3