Dave x Jack Oneshots

22. End The Pain

Request by noxiousincubus.
I'm sorry if this is terrible, I just- I just don't know

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"Hey, Old Sport, you notice how Phoney looks at you?" Dave asked, a beer in his hand.

Jack put down the wrench he was fixing his SpringFreddy suit on one of the shelves and took a long sip of his beer, a confused look on his face.
"What do you mean?"

Dave snickered. "You don't see him always looking at you?!"

"Well, yeah, I saw him looking at me a couple of times, like on that little show I performed with Toy Freddo..." Jack put his fingers on his chin.

"Sportsy, I think Phoney likes you..." He raised his eyebrows a couple of times, gulping down some beer.

Jack then took a sip and then tilted his head. "So it means I'm a good employee, surprizingly?"

Dave then lowered his eyebrows at the tangerine, like he's an idiot. "No, you dumb-dumb, he like-likes you, that's what I-"

Jack choked on his beer, coughing uncontrollably as soon as the words "like-like" escaped Dave's mouth.

Instead of doing something like patting Jack's back, the aubergine just laughed, holding his beer can tightly.

Jack himself laughed, scratching the back of his head, then adjusting his orange hair nervously. "Maybe that dumb eggplant is just bullshitting me... Even if it isn't April Fools today..."

"Anyways... I have Phoney's diary to prove it!" He whipped out a red notebook with several drawn foxies on it, which definetly looked like it would belong to Phoney.

Jack choked on nothing but air this time.

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"That orange skin, that bright flamey hair! He's nice and polite, even though he might just be lying to me, and so headstrong, so willing to work in this hellhole, for nothing but tokens... He's perfect. Even his name, Jack. It suits him so well."

This was today's diary entry, when Jack came to work, with his best friend Dave.

The previous entries didn't interest Jack, cause when he flipped the pages, the word "Foxy" came up at least 50 times.

Dave, despite reading the entry already, he read it together with Jack.

The tangerine could feel vomit travelling up his throat.

Yeah, his brother really doesn't have any memories. HE CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND, CAROLINE?! AND THAT JACK IS HIS FUCKING BROTHER?! AND THAT HIS NAME IS PETER KENNEDY, NOT SCOTT CAWTHON?! THIS IS CALIFORNIA, NOT ALABAMA.

Jack screamed those things out, almost making Dave's ears bleed, even though he covered them. "He has a phone for a head, cut him some slack, Old Sport."

Jack banged his head against the saferoom wall, almost making his forehead bleed.

Dave felt like he was the responsible one of the two so he tried to hold Jack and stop him from doing that.

"What the hell is going on here?" The one who opened the door was Dee, the puppet, and not the Phone-Head.

Dave stopped holding Jack, then winked at the marrionete.

"Damn, nice legs you have, puppet~"

"..." It was like Jack's eyes shone red right now, despite not shining red.

"..." Dee's eyes really did start shining red.

"HDUSJDHWMIEIEJHDUDEJDUDHEU" Dave was beat up to death by both of them.

Later, they had a serious talk with Peter.