"Stephanie, I said I was sorry!"
"You had no right to go through my things!" Stephanie snarled.
"I didn't do anything with them!"
"Then why were you in my house? In my room? Going through my clothes?!"
"It's not as bad as you think... I-"
"What? Why did you think that was okay for you to do?"
Fletcher blushed furiously.
"I... I... Um..." He stammered. "I... Really liked that red top you were wearing the other day, and... I kinda... Wanted to try it on?"
"What??"
"Well, it looked quite big, so I thought it might fit me and I might ask to borrow it, and I bought these great new boots at the weekend which would look so cute with it-"
"Fletcher, what's actually going on?" Stephanie asked crossly.
"No, seriously, that's all that happened!"
Stephanie sighed.
"You are such a little weirdo, Fletch. Why didn't you just say something?"
"I was embarrassed!" Fletcher said defensively.
"Well of course you can borrow my top! You're my boyfriend!"
Fletcher beamed.
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he hadn't tried to fit into that small red tank top, got stuck and suffocated..."
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1000 Ways To Die When You're A Teleporter
FanfictionHaha, let's watch Fletcher die in a number of unusual and amusing accidents. Just some oneshots, some of which where Fletcher and Valkyrie are together, some where it's him and Stephanie, (massive spoiler alert!!), and in all of which our young Engl...
