Dave x Jack Oneshots

18. Radical Ending [SMUT]

Jack hated the feeling in his gut everytime he was besides Dave.

What was so special about him? He was a murderer with a purple skin who says "Old Sport" a lot.

But when you think about it, both of them were pretty similar in a way.

Jack was pretty bad when expressing his feelings, and acknowledging others' feelings.

He wouldn't know how to react, so he would just awkwardly laugh it off.

He loved Dave, not even knowing how much. Hell, he didn't even know that he did love him.

Dave, he fell in love at first sight. Jack was so much like him, so how could he not?

Now that they're best friends and partners in crime, he had totally fallen. Jack was the only person that hasn't left him. Jack actually seems to tolerate him.

Both of them risked their immortal lives for each other. They killed, did other bad things.

They had things they wanted to say, but never did, cause they're oblivious of each other's emotions.

In the Bakersfield Location, they fucked up Phone Guy and ended Freddy's.

Right now, they were driving all the way to Vegas.

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It was Dave's turn to drive the car.

Jack had driven for a few hours, but he got very sleepy, so he swapped with his partner and fell asleep in the backseat, when Dave took the wheel.

The aubergine man stopped by a red light, surprizingly. He doesn't really care about driving rules, to be honest.

He looked at Sportsy through the rear mirror. He looked so cute when his expression was calm, his white eyes out of sight.

"Sportsy... Only if you knew how much I love you..." The purple man murmured to himself.

Jack could not hear him since he was in deep sleep, tired of driving and listening to Dave talk about kebabs and hookers.

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"You promised, Jack! You promised to save them!" Even after Jack killed 5 children, cause he was tired of constantly saving them for years, nightmares of Fredbear, Puppet and some Shadow Doggo haunted him.

He hoped that spending some time in Vegas with Dave will get his mood up.

"Old Sport!" Dave tried to wake him, getting only a small snore.

"Old Sport, we're here, it's Vegas time, baby!" Dave shouted again, this time Jack yawned, opening his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm up..." He said, almost to himself.

They had rented a hotel room, with one bed, cause it's cheaper, and they had no problem sleeping together.

Taking hookers in would kind of be a problem though.

So, the two murderous zombie men had a great time in Vegas. It was extra great for Jack, because it was Dave's treat. He basically paid for their whole weekend in The City of Sin.

When Dave was playing some casino game, Jack went to the bathroom and a thought hit him. "What now? Freddy's is forever shut down, all the dead kids' and employees' souls are lost, I am suffering as an immortal, Dave can't let go..."

Jack will have to live forever, if the souls aren't freed.

Tears started welling up in his eyes.
This wasn't a right ending. No. He needed to finish everything. Right all the wrongs.