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DanCat Oneshot - Contest Entry :D

Okay hi! This is evie_evolutions and this is mine and Goldendoodlegamer11 's oneshot about Stampy!

(Oh yeah its DanCat btw so yeah-)

Stampy sat in the corner of the room, hands in his pockets and the hood of his cat hoodie up. Music was being blasted at full volume and everyone was drunk and dancing. The lights strung in the room gave the dorm a reddish brown glow, and multiple bright red and lime green beanbag chairs sat around the room. In one corner was a half-eaten pizza, and laundry seemed to be everywhere.
College parties never truly ended well, especially not if it's one of Cassie Rose's parties. He watched as his friends had fun, bored. It wasn't like nobody wanted him to join in, he just wasn't a party person.

He would rather be in his dorm, eating some cake and reading...

Lizzie and Stacy were by the door, laughing and talking, and probably drunk. He had no idea where the hell Cassie was.
And Dan and Sparklez were in the middle of the room. Sparklez was laughing as Dan did some kind of crazy dance that should have looked stupid but didn't, because of course it was Dan and-

‘Stop it, Stampy!’ He told himself sternly, ‘He's your friend, nothing more, he's probably straight as well! I bet he's dating Lizzie.....they make such a good couple-’ He was snapped out of his thoughts when Dan wandered towards him.
"Hey, Are you okay?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"Yeah I'm fine." he said, flashing a fake smile. Dan still didn't look convinced.
“Why don’t you join us?”

Stampy considered, and eventually nodded. The beanbag chair was beginning to sink a little bit too much for his liking, anyway. He joined Sparklez alongside Dan, and the three of them talked for a little bit before the sky was nothing but an inky black.

Stampy was quite tired at this point but he didn't want his time with Dan to end. The party was still going, an Autumn whirlwind of music and laughter. The loudness was giving Stampy a headache. Then someone handed him a drink. He had no idea what it was but he drank it anyway. It tasted disgusting - bitter and sour but it made him feel better. Having never experienced alcohol before he was already quite drunk.

Finally, Stampy seemed to snap out of this daze. He felt like vomiting and the world was spinning.

“Stampy?” Said a voice.

He turned, and it was Stacy. Her eyes didn’t have the same happy and unfocused glaze in them as some others did, and in relief he realized she wasn’t drunk in the least bit like he thought she had been.

“Are you alright?”

Stampy nodded vaguely and stumbled slightly.

“Here, I’ll take you back to your dorm, alright?” He heard Stacy say. He tried to nod but the room started spinning and then everything went dark...

Almost immediately after, Stampy sat up. Soft pillows and blankets were wound around him, and he could taste vomit in his throat that was long gone. He got see a terra-cotta coloured door, and the wooden floor, and he heard a hissing.

Suddenly, Stacy stepped out from the bathroom, steam pouring out from the doorway in bundles of warm mist. He could see a couple fluffy yellow and coral towels laid out for him, and on his night-stand he could see a plate of some dinner laid out for him, including some hot cocoa.

He felt Stacy sit on his bed, giving him a sideways hug. “Feeling any better?”

Stampy thought, then nodded, smiling weakly. “Just a bit embarrassed. I shouldn’t have taken that drink…”

“Don’t worry at all, I’ve already thoroughly yelled at Dan and Sparklez enough,” She told him, and he laughed in a bubbly hungover way.

She stood.

“Anyways, it’s only been maybe half an hour since you fainted, and I got a warm shower for you and some dinner.” She smiled.

“Thanks Stacy,” Stampy replied, happy to have a friend like her. She left, and he could just see a shift of coral long hair and a navy blue outfit that must’ve been Lizzie. He got up, and made his way to the shower.

It was warm and refreshing and washed off the terrible smell off him, replacing it with the clean and kind scent of aloe and strawberry, probably Stacy’s.

Once he was done and all dried, he got into his newly dry and fluffed-up PJs, and promptly flopped onto his bed. The harsh reddish-brown light of Cassie’s dorm was now replaced with the warm and cozy browns of his own, the only light his desk lamp, making a comforting yellow-orange glow over the smaller room.

He was eating dinner, leaning next to his bed on the floor when he heard a knock on the door. His head pounded at the sound and he heard a small curse. Silence, then a much softer knock.

“Come in,” Stampy said. His voice sounded unused and awkward.

Who entered was the last person Stampy wanted to see.

Dan’s hair was no longer the vibrant electric teal-blue that shimmered with gold in the light, but was now a softer and gentler tan-blonde. He wore an expression of deep concern.

He sat on the bed, and Stampy reluctantly joined.

“Stampy,” He started, his british accent dripping with guilt. “I am so sorry I invited you to that party; it was awful and it wasn’t too fun anyways...I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding?” Stampy asked him genuinely. “It wasn’t your fault - not at all! It was my fault for coming instead of standing my ground and taking that drink and doing everything I could to possibly embarrass myself because I wanted to impress-” He stopped suddenly, clamping his hands over his mouth.

Dan blinked.

“Stampy - you did that for me? Why?”

“Because! You’re amazing and so talented and - and you’re never afraid to speak your mind! I just….wanted you to like me…” His face reddened as he spoke. He looked down in embarrassment.

“Stampy….” Dan moved closer to him. “I do like you. A lot.” Stampy looked up, his eyes locking with Dan’s. They were a bluey-silvery colour, sparkling as they caught the light.

‘God damnit he’s so fricking cute-’

The thought made Stampy blush more, causing Dan to smile. The two were barely a breath apart. Then Stampy moved or Dan moved, and they weren't even a breath apart anymore.

After a few moments, they both pulled away, blushing.

“So…” Dan started. “Do you forgive me..?” Stampy nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.

The door opened slowly and Stacy walked in. She saw the two and she smiled and turned her head to the door, calling out.

“Lizzie! The ship is canon! You owe me 10 dollars!”

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