×One Shots×

Human (Tythan)

AIGHT IDFC IF THIS SHIP IS FUCKING DEAD IM JUST SO HAPPY WRITING MY FIRST 2.6K WORDS FANFIC
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Warnings: Idk lol

"Dad, can I have my robot too? All my friends already have theirs!" The boy Ethan cheered, hugging his father by his waist.

He laughed in return. "You'll get it, alright. But it'll be the best and the biggest, so you have to wait. Promise?"

"I promise! I love you, Dad."

"Me too, Son."

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"Happy holidays, Ethan!" Amy greeted with a pat on the back. A slap, more likely. Ethan smiled the pain away, along with the sound of hissing.

"I don't think it will be now that you've done that." He joked. "Who are you spending the break with?"

Amy shrugged. "My family as always—oh! You should join us!"

Ethan declined politely, swaying his head with a smile. "Can't Amy,
sorry. I gotta stay home: who knows, maybe Dad will arrive?"

"It's been ten years, Ethan. You still think he's coming back?"

He nodded.

"I understand. Well, call me if you've changed your mind, you persistent dork. See you!"

And it's been ten years since his father had promised him his very own robot. Life was lucky Ethan had a big heart, because if he didn't then his life wouldn't have been as colourful as it is. The ringing of his phone stopped his train of thoughts. He quickly answered the phone before anyone could hear his embarrassing music ring.

And then last night I told ya, I killed my—

"Hi Mom, what's up?" Ethan answered.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie. I'm sorry, but I'll be working for another shift. One of my workmate's Brother had passed away, and I need to fill for her. Can you forgive me?"

Ethan took a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ofcourse, Mom. Send her my condolences."

"I will. If you need anything, there's money in my room. Bye, love you-"
Beep.

"Ethan Nestor," He jumped in surprise, turning around. There stood a dark-haired man who wore a velvet black turtleneck, and wore glasses. He was half a head taller than Ethan. "I'm Mark Fischbach." He stretched out his hand for the teen to shake.

"W-who are you?"

Mark shook his head and let out a small smile. "I am your father's friend."

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"Coffee or tea?"

"Neither."

"Water?"

"... I'm not thirsty, but thanks."

The two didn't have much of a talk when they walked together towards Ethan's house. The atmosphere was filled with pure silence. "What brings you here?" Ethan sat down on the chair in front of Mark. They had a round table good for four, because they barely had any guests to come visit.

The stranger grabbed something from his pocket, then giving the items to Ethan. It was a key, and a small envelope. "You're father wanted you to have this."

"What took him so long—why now?"

Mark smiled again, and stood up with his hands on the table. "He told you to wait, didn't he?" And with that, he left. Ethan had no intentions following the man.