An Object's Guide To Murder - Firepound AU

A Date

"What's taking you so long, Pound?" Fireball asked, impatiently tapping his feet. The car beside them was on the verge of breaking due to the hot weather.

"Hold on a minute! I think the camera's broken." Pound said while trying to fix the camera.

"Let me see."

Pound lend Fireball the camera, asking to fix it.

"Gee, you just bought it and now it's already broken because of you." Fireball scoffed.

"Hey! It was already broken when I bought it!" Pound holding his hands up as if he did a crime.

"And you didn't even notice it." Fireball glared at him like he's guilty.

"Oh come on! The point is, it isn't my fault."

"Yeah yeah." Fireball rolled his eyes playfully, still trying to fix the camera. "I think it's fixed now."

"Wait, let me try." Pound held the camera, trying to take a picture of the object in front of him.

"Don't you dare."

Pound chuckled softly, his voice was soothing to Fireball's 'ears'. "Shall we go now?" Pound asked. "Sure, I'll drive."

He didn't want Pound to drive ever again, ever since Pound almost accidentally drowned their car in a lake. That memory's still stuck to Fireball's head.

"So, this is it?"

"Yep! Just park right there."

They hopped off the car, already feeling the grass between their feet.

"A pretty nice place for summer, huh?" Pound playfully hitting Fireball's elbow. "Yeah, I admit it is pretty nice."

"But why is there no one here if this is a park?" Fireball asked.

"Well, I made that up. It isn't a park but a nice place to have a picnic."

"Wait, we're having a picnic?" Fireball looked at Pound, surprised.

"No, silly! I'm just saying."

"Oh."

"But we should've been having a picnic though, instead of just running around and taking pictures" Pound said.

"This was your choice." Fireball crossed his arms. "Right..."

Fireball sat in the grass, it was pretty soft to touch. He watched Pound taking pictures of the plants, his face melted into a smile. "Don't get too far!" Fireball shouted.

"Okay, mom!" Pound teased him.

Fireball looked at his phone,

11:57 AM.

'What should we eat for dinner?' Fireball thought. He might want to ask Pound what he would like.

"Hey Pound! Whaddya wanna eat?" Fireball shouted.

No response.

"Pound?"

A/N:

Hey guys! Sorry for a short chapter, I was on a hurry to finish this so, yeah!

Hope you guys liked this au though, I promise to make the next chapter longer too!

:3