Fredstick- Frederick Kreiburg x Fortnite Fishstick IDV

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𝕬𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕶𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖜 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗, Frederick Krieburg was facing his own, more personal storm inside. 

It felt as though nothing that he could compose that night was adequate enough for him, and as the mental turmoil over that built up, he found himself unable to accurately play any of his previous songs, his fingers fumbling over keys producing out of tune wails and jeers into his otherwise perfect melodies. 

Frederick being plagued with stubborness refused to quit or take a break, so the disdain for himself grew the more he got wrong, causing him to play more notes wrong, entrapping him in a viscous cycle which tormented him throughout the night. 

Wrong notes and hushed swearing could be heard throughout the manor until the wee hours of the morning, where Lucky Guy decided to test his luck and approached Frederick. 

A light knock on the door. 

Frederick sighed. 

'Yes, who is it? Can't you hear i'm busy in here?'

Lucky guy gingerly opened the door, and spoke in a quiet and timid voice. 

'Shut the fuck up im trying to sleep ur musics shite.' 

'O-oh, right. Well thank you for telling me. Ill, uh retire for tonight.' 

'Thanks.' 

Lucky Guy left and went back to his room, not long after Frederick followed enshrouded by embarrassment.

This entire debacle left him exhausted, so you can imagine how pissed he was when he was awoken 4 and a half hours later by Kevin at his door. 

'Uh, Howdy, Mr Frederick sir, (yeehaw) Er-uh, Mr Kreacher asked that we all come and see his uhm 'catch of the day', now I don't know what in tarnation he is yabberin' on about, but he seemed pretty excited 'bout it, an' especially for you to see it.' 

 'Uh. Okay.' 

7 minutes and 23 seconds later, he appeared downstairs, where Helena, Orpheus, Freddy Riley and Norton were gathered around Kreacher, who was proudly standing next to a bag, which was,  uh moving. 

Frederick was frankly too tired to deal with this shite.

'What the hell Kreacher.'

'Huzzah! Frederick, just the lad I was hopin' ta see. By golly have I got a gift for ya! Well, for all of ya... but i's got a funny feelin' that Freddy over here will like 'im the most.'

'Erm- me?' Freddy Riley asked annoyingly with an annoying voice from his annoying face hole. 

'Er-a no, Frederick-'

'Don't call me Freddy. I don't want to be associated with it. Anyways, what is it you wanted to show us.'

Kreacher did the thing evil flies do and rubbed his hands together before opening the sack.

'Ta-daa!'

There was a common gasp from the room, Orpheus exclaiming something evil probably and probably shot Emil whilst doing it. 

Out from the sack emerged a beauteous beast, a gigantic fish, who happened to be fabulously fashionable, wearing that blue one-piece of his with his belt and hat. He smiled slightly absent mindedly at the crowd before him. 

'Ev'ryone, this is Fishstick.' 

Fishstick nonchalantly waved. 

The crowd was... unsure?

'Now fellers, the best part about 'im, an' what Frederick over 'ere might like n' what-not is 'is singin'.'

Orpheus felt as though he had the right to speak: 'Kreacher this is preposterous. I did NOT invite this fish into my manor.' 

Frederick was intrigued now. There was something about Fishstick, as if inspiration struck a chord within him within his presence. 'Shut it you. Let's hear him.' 

'Yea bois, this ones for my fishy nippies.

I don't know what the place, but the fishy on me
Got a lot to be, but the fishy on me
Got a lot to do, I'll slap your knee

I don't want the place, but the fishy on me
Got a lot to be, but I'll slap your knee
Fishy to be, but I don't know ye
Fishy on me, it's the fishy to be
I don't know what the place, but the fishy on me
Fishy on me, fishy on me
I don't know the place, but the fishy on me'

Frederick became misty eyed. It was glorious, the singing, so enchanting, his voice, so angelic. The sweetest sound... Perhaps it was the lack of sleep. He tried his hardest to conceal his tears.

Kreacher rudely interrupted Fishstick, Frederick felt as though he wanted to murder him for that. 'Tha's not all. 'E can do any song. Trust me. Norton, go on, give us a song.'

Norton -who frankly wasn't paying attention- suddenly sat up to attention.

'Uhm. Thunder, imagine dragons.' 

'No.' The crowd collectively chimed in. 

'But that's my favourite song... Ok, ok. Hot to go...?'

Nobody could disagree with Chappell Roan. 

Fishstick began to sing again, but not in the angelic voice from before, no, he WAS Chappell Roan. Frederick almost couldn't breathe... what a perfect creature. (NOT KREACHER.) 

As if it couldn't get any better, Fishstick started to dance. Fishy flourish... Frederick could have sworn Fishstick made eye contact with him whilst he did it... and in truth, his hearts pace picked up rapidly. No, this couldn't be... he was catching feelings for this dancing fish...? He sure was handsome... and talented... no... he had to be tired. 

Frederick stayed until the end of the performance, 

'uh, bois, fishy gotta pee.' 

Fishstick excused himself, and Frederick found himself doing the same soon after, despite Kreacher begging him to stay and discuss his fishy friend. 

Frederick had to lie down, go back to sleep and to re-coordinate his thoughts. This fishy fellow had truly scrambled his brain. 

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