Mostly bugbo stuff idk

Bugbo x Thomas Flyswatter

It was a day like any other. The sun was out, the stupid spider called Gerbo was out fiddling with sticks and oh look here comes Bugbo! He walks up behind Gerbo, who is completely unaware. "Why hello there, Gerbo." The small specimen yelps in surprise, "OH! Hey there, Bugbo!" Gerbo steadies himself on his legs to look up at Bugbo.

"And how are you on this fine day?"

"I'm grea-"

Gerbo's words get quickly cut off as a funky wunky little ship swoops down and steals the tall bug. Bugbo wiggles around but to no avail. He attempts to scan his surroundings but all he can really see is a dark unrecognisable silhouette in front of him which appears to be driving this strange contraption. "Well, excuse me sir, but I think you may have the wrong bug. I have payed my taxes, I abide the law, and I don't abuse any of my aquaintances... physically.." The atmosphere runs cold as no more words are said, until the dark figure errupts from his seat and dashes towards bugbo. "I do not care what you do right, it's what you've done WRONG!"

"...Pardon?"

The dark figure rips off his royal blue cloak to reveal his identity as the one and only Thomas Flyswatter! "Ah, it's you." Bugbo mumbles, his tone unimpressed, "honestly I thought you died when we... I left you in that trap that you had originally created for me." Thomas Grimaces at the memory of that fateful day.

"Yes well... I had my ways of escaping."

"Clearly."

"Shut your trap, bug," The frightful feind snaps back, hushing bugbo almost immediately.

"Well... since we're here may I ask why you have abducted me again?"

"I- because-," He scrambles to find the right words but fails. The blunt bug stares blankly, unphased and oblivious. "May I be set free, please?" "No! Just... give me a moment." A couple of seconds pass by until Thomas speaks up once more, "Bugbo... the reason I've taken you away is because...,"

"Because?"

He sighs heavily, dreading the potentially negative outcome of this situation " Bugbo, I fear I... don't really see you as an enemy. I see you as so much more. You're kind, joyful, intelligent and you always come up with the best ideas to help your friends out of sticky situations. I admire you a lot. I love you even..."

"Well let me stop you right there, Thomas. You really... see me as all those things...?" A small smile appears on Bugbo's lips as he realises what is happening. "I... honestly I feel the same. I just do not appreciate the attempted BDSM without my consent." Flyswatter steps back, utterly shocked, "you..no way.. this can't be happening. You aren't just saying this so I'll set you free, are you?" Bugbo shakes his head 'no'. Thomas slowly approaches Bugbo, and undoes his restraints, allowing him to walk free once more. "Just... give me a couple of minutes to land this thing," he grumbles. The maroon specimen walks up behind Thomas and wraps his arms around him, muttering three little words, "I love you..."

A soft, genuine smile plasters Thomas' face as he reaches behind him to stroke one of bugbo's arms tenderly, whispering back, "I love you too, Bugbo. I really do."

They finally land back at the location where Bugbo had been bugnapped, and there was Gerbo, unaware of the large aircraft before his eyes. Out came to two lovers, hand in hand. Finally, the dimwitted arachnid noticed his friend's return. He quickly stood up only to notice who he was with.

"Bugbo... are you... holding hands with this... man?"

"Why yes. I love him dearly you see."

"Oh... well that's nice," Gerbo walks up to the pair, extending a hand to Thomas, "Hi! I'm Gerbo, It's very nice too meet you Mister..." "Flyswatter. Thomas Flyswatter," he smiles, returning a hand for a friendly greeting. All of sudden, Gradient Joe comes out from behind a tree with a piece of paper and hands it to Gerbo. Bugbo turns his attention to Joe, "ah greetings, Joe!"

He waves in response and waves once more to Thomas.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," Gerbo looks up at Bugbo, "me and Joe were just drawing portraits of eachother, would you two like to join?" He flashes a joyful grin. The slender bug nods in agreement, takes the piece of gay ass plastic's hand and they sit down on the gentle green grass. Joe hands them both paper and the day continues as if nothing strange had ever happened.

The end lmfao