Peculiar | Identity V Oneshots [ON HOLD]

♚♤ Ultimate Debate [Freddy vs Reader]

Today was a beautiful Sunday morning. Everyone went off to do their own things while you had a cup of tea by the library that the hunters and survivors shared. Freddy also happened to be with you, but you wouldn't say you were having tea with him. It was more like he happened to have the same idea as you, and so you coincidentally ended up being in the same place.

The two of you drank your tea in silence until a certain acrobat decided to approach you with several cups on a tray.

"Would any of you care to have some stew in a cup? I thought about selling this drink a small business."

When you heard the words stew and drink in the same sentence, your ears perked up. Freddy looked up at you too, knowing what was going to happen next.

The two of you would often have debates about the most stupid topics such as, "is water wet?" or even, "are hotdogs sandwiches?". To which both you and Freddy enjoyed, but refused to admit it.

"I'm sorry Mr. Morton, but did you just say that this stew you are serving is a drink?" You pointed at the samples he carried around.

The other people at the library suddenly stopped reading their books, also knowing what was about to happen. "Why yes, yes I did. Is there something wrong?" Mike tilted his head and looked at you.

"No no, absolutely nothing is wrong. Soup and stews are in fact, drinks," Freddy said before you could answer.

Suddenly, the two of you were glaring daggers at each other, and more people were entering the library waiting to be entertained by another one of you and Freddy's Ultimate Debates. Some even starting to place bets on who would win, Mr./Ms. (l/n) the philosopher, or Mr. Riley the Lawyer.

"I don't think so, Riley. What makes you say that?" You slammed the table.

"Well first of all, drinks are served in cups," he took a sample from Mike's tray, "and this stew is in a cup."

"You may have soup or stew in a cup, but that won't change the fact that they are food, not drinks," you retorted, and pulled out a glass with grapes in them. "So with that logic, because these grapes are in a cup, this would be a drink?" You asked.

Freddy was already ready with his response and said, "No, because unlike stew, you don't have to chew on it to consume it!"

A bunch of ooh's and mutters coming from survivors and hunters were heard around the library as they awaited your response.

You took a sample of Mike's stew and examined it for a bit before coming up with your response. "If you look at the stew, there are pieces carrots in them," you picked up one of the pieces and showcased it to everyone. "Mr. Riley, are you saying that you swallow the stew from the cup, including the carrots, without chewing them!?" You pointed a finger at him, menacingly, and the crowd grew even wilder.

Your words felt like a gust of wind towards him. It literally blew him off balance, but he quickly recovered. "Well...n-not the pieces, BUT THE BROTH. YOU CAN DRINK THE BRO-."

You slammed your hands unto the table once again, "Doesn't it sound weird to say that you're DRINKING soup? Mr. Riley, we eat soup, not drink it."

"Oh yeah?" He glared at you.

"Yeah!"

"Oh YEAH?!"

"YEAH!!"

He quickly pulled out a can of Mushroom Soup, out of nowhere of course. "I'm going to go drink a can of Mushroom Soup!" He announced while holding the can, "Now did anything about that sentence sound off, Mr./Ms. (l/n)?"