DSaF: One-Shots

JOLLY ON MY HOLLY

[Art by me]
I apologise for my inactivity, writing hasn't really been my strongpoint lately.
Also, I had no clue what to title this.
And it's rushed.
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Lovely. Just lovely. Was that what he really thought? No, he was being sarcastic.
"C'mon, Old Sport! At least try and enjoy today." Dave lazily hugged his friend, pouting as if he were trying to guilt trip the man.
"Well maybe if you weren't deafening me with carols I wouldn't be in such a bad mood." Old Sport tried to move away slightly but was held tighter, forcing him to stay.
"They're what makes up the entire aesthetic! You can't get rid of them!"
"I'm not talking about the music itself! I'm talking about how you keep screaming along with them!"
"I have a beautiful voice! You just don't have any taste!" While Dave and Old Sport were arguing, Phone Guy walked in with a tray holding three cups of hot chocolate.
"Can you two be quiet?" He sat opposite them on the table, handing out two of the cups, one to each of his employees. They'd shut up at his order, also for the fact they had drinks now.
"Sorry, Phoney." Dave apologised while taking a sip of the beverage, yet Old Sport kept silent, avoiding any eye contact with the others.
"It's fine. I understand that you two must be pretty upset about having to come in on Christmas, but I needed some people to come in today to make sure nothing happens to the restaurant, and you two were the only available employees I had." The phone went to drink some of the cocoa, but stopped and just placed it back down remembering he couldn't really drink it. At least not without creeping out his employees.
"Don't worry about it. Although, may I ask what exactly we're here to prevent?" Dave asked, looking over at Old Sport who was still quiet, just listening into the conversation while sipping his drink.
"Well, uh... last year there was a report about a few kids, or maybe an angry horde of parents, attempting to break into a local family restaurant, but when that didn't work they just burnt it down. I don't want the same thing happening to us so I figured just for safe measures we should come and supervise the place." Phone Guy nervously twiddled his thumbs as he thought about the amount of destruction they may cause if they got the chance to go at a Freddy's restaurant. It made him space out momentarily.
"Oh... good thing Sportsy and I don't have lives beyond this place, eh?"
"What?!" Old Sport backed off offended, slamming his cup on the table spilling some of the cocoa.
"Whoops, hit a nerve there." Dave looked worriedly at Old Sport as he stood up from his seat.
"I'm gonna go carve something into the safe room wall. Don't call me." He then walked out, the sound of the metal safe room door opening and closing. Dave waited a few seconds before eagerly leaning over the table to Phoney.
"So, you gonna help me with my plan?" He was grinning widely with hope. Phone Guy sighed and took his time to consider if he should really be helping this guy, but eventually nodded his head.
"Yes, I suppose." Instantly after the phone's response, Dave threw his hands up and cheered. The purple man stood from his seat with an even bigger smile than before.
"I'm gonna go get the bags!" Dave ran off before Phoney could question anything, leaving only him and his hot chocolate.
Old Sport was doing as he said he would, carving random things into one of the safe room walls. At some point he'd attempted to be  creative, carving the faces of his fellow co-workers/friends but eventually got bored and ended up scratching the surface just so he could be doing something. The boredom had to get the best of him soon, either that or the others would drag him out of here. He forced himself to his feet and shuffled to the door. Besides, he only really came in today because of Dave, there wasn't much of a point ignoring him if that was the case. He was about to open the heavy metal door when it suddenly burst open, just missing him.
"Jebus hecking christo-"
"SPORT! OLD SPORT!" Dave was at the door jumping around excitedly, his eyes glowing more than usual. Either something horribly bad has happened or something amazingly wonderful.
"What are you so happy about?" Old Sport smiled at the strange and somewhat unusual behaviour of the aubergine, his expression relaxing into a more casual one as Dave took a deep breath and calmed himself.
"Just follow me!" Dave started walking down the hallway rather giddily, near skipping.
"Woooaah. You aren't gonna kill me, are you?" The orange man laughed shortly at his own sarcasm. Dave gasped and attached himself to his partner.
"I would never hurt my orange baby!"
"Jeez, Dave. It was only a joke." OS rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Myeeeh... still." Once again, Old Sport laughed making Dave chuckle lightly. The aubergine man almost didn't notice that they'd made it close to the end of the hallway. He moved in front of Old Sport, smiling again.
"Should I be worried for what you're about to show me?" Old Sport, slightly nervous, rested his hand on the nape of his neck, looking up at Dave.
"Not at all~" Old Sport didn't really find Dave's tone reassuring, but followed behind as the other strode out into the dining area.
...
"Uhm... nothing's different?" Old Sport stood confused, looking around to see that he was right. At least until Dave said:
"Look up." Old Sport hesitantly looked up, seeing the ceiling absolutely covered in mistletoe, not just where they were, but everywhere. He scooted away from Dave, flustered and embarrassed.
"Oh wow, what a surprise~!" Dave was obviously sarcastic, his smile turning into more of a smirk as he stepped closer to Old Sport. Sure, the orange might stay where he was if he didn't have some foolish pride forcing him to move further away. But, unfortunately, he was inside a building. Being inside a building meant there were walls. Walls that stopped him from moving... in a backwards motion... away from Dave. When he hit the wall, Dave caught up and leaned down to his level, his kind of evil look becoming softer.
"C'mon, Sporty~ Just one small smooch?" Dave wasn't going to push it past an unreasonable point, he knew that. But he was certainly still too embarrassed to answer properly.
"U-uh... so, where the boss-man?" He was both in question of the phone's whereabouts and the question itself. It was a pretty poor attempt of changing the subject and situation.
"After helping me hang all this he said he started getting nauseous from the amount of mistletoe or something, so he's cooped up in his office." Dave hadn't moved away at all, actually, he was closer than before. He had his hand beside Old Sport's head helping him lean against the wall. He was almost certain he had no way out of this, especially since now he couldn't call Phoney for help. He doesn't know how long he stared at his friend, but he definitely wasn't comfortable. Dave raised an eyebrow before slowly moving closer, their faces only inches apart. Old Sport subconsciously placed his hand on the man's chest as if to push him away, but he found his arms were weaker than before. It was the kind of feeling one would get if extremely tired and just wasn't able to move efficiently anymore.
Maybe... maybe just one kiss wouldn't be so bad.
Old Sports breath hitched slightly as he felt Dave's hot breath ghost against his lips, making them tingle.
He finally leaned in and-
FUCKING PUNCHED THAT EGGPLANT-FUCKER IN HIS TEETH.

[I'm so sorry, here you go.]

He finally leaned in, connecting their lips in a short, sweet kiss. Old Sport quickly pulled away from embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands as he felt his cheeks heat up.
"Aww~ Sportsy's embarrassed~" Dave was extremely happy, but decided to keep his cool. Or at least as much cool as he could keep right now.
"Fuck you..." Old Sport couldn't help but smile and giggle from both awkwardness and a small bit of happiness.
"Well, I don't now if you're ready for that yet~" Old Sport looked at Dave in shock, peeking through his fingers before turning even more red and glaring at him.
"Hah, hah. Real funny." Dave's smile stayed soft and wide as he gently took Old Sport's hands away from his face.
"Can... I have another one?" Dave smiled innocently as Old Sport had to look away for a moment to collect himself, but when he did he suddenly kissed Dave again, this time a little longer. He managed to hold it until the fear of it becoming more took over, making him pull away. Now Old Sport had leaned into Dave's chest, unable to think well. But it was worth it... he thinks.
"Y'know, there's still five thousand more mistletoe left~" Dave cooed as he was almost woozy from pure happiness, his head nearly spinning. Admittedly, this kind of feeling was better than cocaine.
"Hmm... no." Old Sport decided he couldn't deal with anymore confusing feelings today.
"Alright~" Dave had then expected the man to move away from him or maybe even walk off, but he didn't budge from his place around Dave's torso.
Of course he didn't mind.
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialled his boss' number, despite the fact he was only in the other room.
"Oh, uh... Dave. How'd it go?"
"It went great~"
"Sounds like it. How much bribing did it take?"
"Not too much actually, in fact, he gave me another kiss after I simply asked~!"
"Sweet... well, uh... it's nearly six pm, if you want, you guys can go home. I'll probably stay here until the night guard comes."
"Oh, really? Fuckin' cool beans. I'm out." Dave hung up on the phone, looking down at Old Sport who'd looked up to listen in on the call.
"And you can join me!"
"Wait... what?" Before Old Sport could question or protest, Dave had swiftly swept him off his feet and was running out of the restaurant.
Oh well, maybe he'd enjoy this. Maybe.
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I hate this and I hate Christmas.
Have a good one.