DSaF: One-Shots

Migraine (Dave x Jack)

Jack slowly opened his eyes, instantly noticing the pounding in his head. He sat up, quicker than he should've as the room started spinning, nearly causing his arms to give out under him. This was very strange. Of course he had experienced this before, but rarely. He was pretty sure he shouldn't even be able to suffer things like headaches and illnesses; he was a meatsack. No blood flow, no heartbeat, it just shouldn't be possible. Suppose that Fredbear wasn't quite on his side there. Once he had regained his proper vision, he looked at his alarm clock to check the time.
10 am.
An hour before his alarm was supposed to wake him up. Also two hours before he'd have to haul ass to Freddy's. If he took pain meds now, he may be able to block this headache out for the day. Or at least most of it. Coughing lightly, he stood up, holding onto the wall as again, his head spun. If he even attempted calling into work sick today, he'd be absolutely slammed by Phone Guy. After dragging himself to his kitchen, he searched in any possible place he may have stored his medicine. After a few drawers and cupboards, he found what he was looking for.
Kind-of.
He pulled out one of the packets, only to see it was empty. Just his luck, it was almost as if this was some cliché story. Sighing, he held his head and left the mess of boxes and packaging on the bench, shuffling into the lounge room and slumping on the couch. Maybe he should call in, just tell the phone he's taking the day off instead of asking. Be stern and get what he needs. Yeah, he could do that. Except he left his phone all the way upstairs, in his room. Now, he could go back upstairs to get it or he could give in to his irresponsible urges and stay firmly planted on the couch. And when was he ever responsible?
So he stayed exactly where he was.
Sure, he'll probably die when Phoney gets his hands on him, but he couldn't bring himself to stand. Plus, he certainly wasn't in the mood to listen to toddlers screaming, crying and laughing with a splitting headache like this.
Jack switched on his television, turning the volume down until it was only faint and grabbing a blanket he had left on the other cushion the previous night while watching Clueless.
...
You shut your simulacrum mouth, he was allowed to watch chick flicks every once in a while. Some random sitcom was playing, so he just left it, getting comfortable and wrapping the blanket around himself so he could still see the T.V but the light from the windows was blocked out. The lights weren't on when he had first come in, so that wasn't a problem. Eventually, around three hours had passed since he had woken up.
At least an hour since Freddy's had opened. Jack felt even worse than he had earlier that morning. Not only did the guilt start piling in for not calling into work, but now the room was constantly shifting and he was almost certain he'd lost the best of his voice. Not to mention that he was barely able to stand without falling over. He lay on his side in a fetal position, shivering despite the hot prickling running up and down his body which made his face burn. Whatever was on the screen in front of him was being ignored to the best of his ability. The constant movement on it worsened his headache, or at this point, migraine. Yet he couldn't help but glance up every once in a while as he became restless, shifting carefully as to not upset his stomach any further. His phone was ringing frantically from upstairs; probably his boss, maybe Dave or someone like Ronaldo. Possibly all of them. The ringing wouldn't stop, constantly buzzing and screeching. It was one of the only things he could concentrate on, albeit unwillingly. Each ring resonated painfully in his head and caused another dizzy spell. He started to cry out of frustration. Clenching onto the blanket even harder than before, he let his tears roll down his face onto the soft quilt.
Fredbear definitely wasn't on his side today.
A few seconds passed before a new sound presented itself.
"-ooooooooOOOOOORRRTSSSYYYYYYYYY!!!" Slowly, someone could be heard yelling out something. It seemed to get closer.
A lot closer.
It irritated Jack more, but he couldn't help, but wonder what the fuck it was. Fortunately, he soon found out; or maybe unfortunately seeing as the person kicked open his front door making even more noise. Somewhat unsurprisingly, it was Dave. He looked like he had just run a mile, panting and sweating.
"OLD SPORT!?" Dave yelled into the house, making the guy flinch at the noise.
"I'm here, Dave." His voice was quiet and strained, but it was enough for the purple guy to hear. Said man came rushing over, crouching down to his level.
"Sportsy! Are you okay!? Ya look like shit!" Jack sat up, holding his head and muttering a sarcastic 'thanks'. His hair was a mess and his pyjamas were wrinkled and disheveled, his skin slightly red.
"Please... not so loud."
"Ah... sorry, Sport."
"It's okay." He quickly cleared his throat.
"Sorry that... that I didn't call in. I ended up a vegetable... on this couch after I managed to get here and my phone... was up in my room. I already know I'm in a heap of... of trouble with the boss, you don't have to tell me..." Old Sport looked down, guilt curling in his stomach again. Dave stayed silent, inspecting his friends saddened expression, after a short while reaching up and holding his face with a smile softer than usual.
"No, its okay. Phoney was more worried than he was mad. He's on his way right now." Jack felt the feverish heat rise in his skin more, combined with the warmth of Dave's hand as he wiped away a few of Jack's old tears.
The aubergine smiled lightly, letting his hand be gently taken away from Jack's face as the burning had become too uncomfortable.
"He is? Doesn't he... have to stay at the pizzeria? Y'know... because he's the manager?"
"Well, after the first half hour, he was going on about 'how mad he was', but when you didn't even call in, he started worrying that maybe you'd accidentally killed yourself or something, so he said he was coming to check on you." Old Sport sighed and looked at his partner, or at least as best he could when there were two or three of him.
"Wait, so why're... you here so soon?" Jack glanced over to the door, expecting him to have come with Dave.
"The company car was too slow so I came here on foot." Dave stood up, taking his arm away from Jack, instead sitting next to him and giving him a cautious hug, worried he may hurt him or get hurt. Y'know, getting slapped in the face.
"He should be here soon, though. In the meantime, is there anything ya need?"
"Uhmm..." Jack tried thinking, pulling his blanket back over him, shivering as more hot-prickles flowed through his body. A sudden dizzy spell hit him, hard. He felt himself weaken.
"Sportsy...?" Dave rest his head on his shoulder, a little worried. Jack hummed quietly, too tired to try and talk.
"Employees?" Phone guy walked in through the still-kicked-open door.
"Ay, Phoney. Did ya bring the stuff? I think he's gonna need it." Dave released the hug, instead because placing a careful hand on Jack's shoulder. He gently rubbed circles into it with his thumb making Old Sport nuzzle his face further into the blanket, enjoying the touch.
"Uh, yeah. Just lemme get some water." Phone Guy placed a small bag down on the kitchen bench, pulling out some pain tablets and cough drops. He looked over the room, seeing the mess of empty medicine boxes underneath the open cupboard. He rushed to get a glass of water, coming back into the lounge room and kneeling beside Jack. Said man slowly looked up at him, his eyes constantly shifting in and out of focus.
"You need to take these, employee. It's gonna help you." Phone Guy held out both the pain tablets, setting the cough drop packet on the table. He watched as Jack's hand slowly reached out, shaking. Dave ended up helping, slowly raising the glass up as he took a small sip. Once he'd finished, he let his head rest back into his arms, his knees curled up to his chest. He was confused when a cough drop was presented to him. Phone Guy was standing with it, wordlessly telling him to take it. Jack denied it, raspily complaining that they tasted gross before gently pushing it away. Phone Guy wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, and pressed it to his mouth.
"C'mon, employee. You gotta take this, it doesn't even taste that bad. It's at least better than having almost no voice." After some self-evaluation, Jack finally gave in, letting Phone Guy place the drop in his mouth. It actually wasn't that bad, it tasted like strawberries and was kinda sweet. He liked it.
"Thankyou, Phoney. Y'know... for coming down and... helping me." Jack smiled at him.
"There's no worry, employee. Just being a responsible mo- uh... boss." Whatever that was, confused the two colourful men, watching as the phone-headed man rose to his feet.
"Dave, I have to go back the the pizzeria before someone burns it down. I'm demanding you to stay here and help orange guy." Phone Guy quickly spoke as he gathered the contents of his bag, closing it.
"Sure thing, Phoney. Imma take good care of him, aren't I, Sport?" Dave smiled at Jack, in return receiving a small, lazy smile and nod from him.
Phone Guy said goodbye and left, reminding Dave to update him on Jack's condition later, leaving the two fruit loops by themselves. They sat quietly as they listened to the sound of the company car driving away. Dave then glanced at the television which was still playing a random sitcom. He stood up, moving to a small shelf beside the TV stand which had a collection VHS tapes in it. Dave took out a select few, placing them on the small table in front of Jack.
"Any of these catch your eye?" Dave leaned over the other side of the table, watching as Jack slowly changed positions to sit forward.
Still shaky, he placed a finger on one, missing completely and hitting the table thanks to his vision, but when Dave held up 'Cool Runnings', Old Sport smiled and nodded. Dave opened the case, placing the tape into the player and getting back to the couch. The title screen popped up and the aubergine pressed play, checking his friend was okay one last time.
This time he got more of a response.
"M'cold..." A small mumble. But an intelligible at that. Dave looked towards the heater across the room, about to stand up but was stopped by an orange hand.
"No, no... stay here." Jack still couldn't quite focus, but he looked Dave as directly in the eyes as he could. The purple man, still confused, looked at his partner with a brow raised. Jack told him to get comfortable, and after a few dismissed questions, he did; his body turned towards Old Sport, slumped down slightly.
Humming in a satisfied manner, Jack then climbed onto him, resting his head on his chest and snuggling into the warmth.
Dave blinked a few times, dumbfounded, but soon relaxed and rested his hands on Jack's back, rubbing small circles into it as he had earlier on his shoulder.
They both watched 'Cool Runnings', laughing every now and then and enjoying each other's company. Jack started to feel better as the migraine toned down and he could see better. Although he was still incredibly tired.
Dave heard light snores, looking down to see Jack asleep. Small purrs came out every time Dave rubbed his back, much to the eggplant's delight. He took his time admiring Jack's peacefulness, lulled into his own sleep.
After an hour or so, Dave woke. At first he was confused as to why he could feel a slight weight on top of him, but remembered at the sight of a napping orange. He smiled and rustled his hair gently, accidentally waking him up, a quiet yawn ensuing. He didn't sit up however, he just clung onto Dave more, enjoying the warm contact.
"Ya feeling any better, Sportsy?" Jack jumped up, looking at Dave before almost immediately holding his head in pain. He'd forgotten he had fallen asleep on his friend.
"I-I... uh, yeah. I... suppose." Stuttering out of embarrassment and surprise, he pulled the blanket over his head like a hood, again feeling the cold return at the loss off another body's heat. Dave noticed his slight shivering and held his arms out, welcoming him back. Jack moved forward slightly, hesitant, but soon returning to his previous position, hiding his embarrassed expression in the taller's chest. Dave chuckled lightly, stroking Jack's hair which calmed him again. They relaxed, watching the very last part of the movie quietly. They talked a little, letting the movie replay seeing as they weren't really paying attention to it, and coming up with a cool new handshake. Jack became sleepy again, holding onto his purple friend as he concentrated on the soft petting on his back.
Before falling into his slumber, he felt a small peck on his head. How sweet.
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I was on a looooooong hiatus, I know. But, I managed to squeeze this out of my absolutely dead brain. Sorry for the wait, but I guess now ya got this! Whatever it is.