Drabbles

JoyPad (Joystick x Notepad)

I present to you the shortest thing I've ever written. This time it's almost child-friendly.

...

While the show Object Redundancy is not.

Ever since that day Joystick had encouraged him to keep writing, Notepad had been inspired to continue his novel with pride. Every time he sat down to start putting words on a page, he went on and on for hours, nonstop.

Sometimes, that was a bad thing. For instance, it was currently midnight, and he was still writing- sort of. He was having writer's lock and pacing back and forth, trying to think of a line for the character in his story to say. Joystick was silently watching him, trying to keep his eyes open to make sure he got to sleep.

"Dude." he groaned.

"Yes?" Notepad looked over, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice.

"Sleep on it."

"Nope. This'll k-keep me up all FUCKING night if I don't finish it." He twitched as his Tourette's went off. He didn't mean to swear, but he did, which didn't earn him many friends, as observed with the situation with Firework, the big guy with the mouth of a Scottish sailor.

Joystick let out a small sigh as Notepad started pacing again. The continued action was driving him crazy. There was an indent forming where he'd been walking in circles.

"Notepad sit down and sleep. There're dark rings around your eyes," he ordered. He was getting a bit impatient now. He wanted him to sleep since his novel had been keeping him up- something that he should be inclined to do on his own time.

Now was not his own time.

Notepad looked back at him and gave him a confused look. "You said it was good writing s-so FUCKING far." he sounded annoyed. Joystick snorted and stood up. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of yourself. If you don't get a full eight hours of sleep, you won't be able to think anyway."

Joystick blinked. Wow, that was hypocritical of him to say.

Notepad rolled his eyes and looked down at his... Smaller notepad. "I'm pulling an all-nighter until I can finish this SHITTY M-MOTHERFUCKING line." He twitched again and shivered. His Tourette's was beginning to get on his nerves.

Joystick clicked his tongue and stood up. "Alright, you're done," he grabbed his wrist and pulled him down underneath the tree. Notepad groaned, "Joystick-" "What?" he cut him off. The other male huffed and tried to stand back up, but Joystick pulled him down.

For a fanboy, he had a lot of strength in his right arm.

...

Oh.

Notepad cringed a bit at that thought he shooed from his head. Joystick hummed triumphantly and grabbed his novel notepad, closed it, and set it down next to them. He curled up into his side and closed his eyes.

Though they were just friends now, Joystick was as friendly as he possibly could be to him, despite the autism issues that made him more uncomfortable with physical contact. Notepad, on the other hand, was beginning to calm down greatly.

His Tourette's backed off, and he stopped twitching every two seconds. He let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Joystick, you can stop now," he said quietly, knowing the smaller male didn't exactly enjoy touching.

Joystick just shrugged and buried his face into his side as well. He simply felt like it.

Notepad hummed and closed his eyes, enjoying the soft warmth Joystick emitted-

-even if they were objects.