{ II & BFB/TPOT One-shots } [FOR NOW CANCELED]

•Knife x Fan•

Prompt: fluff with angst. Fan is feeling down and Knife tries to comfort him. Humanized.

(Kinda a vent in some cases ;v;)

Fan's POV

          I've been feeling kind of off in these past days. I mean, I'm no longer in the competition, I almost died and I lost my egg, well, I mean, not my egg, the little shimmer. I guess they weren't mine from the beginning, I just couldn't get myself together after leaving them, even if I knew that it was the right decision.

          In times like these, I would vent to TestTube. I would spill out my emotions while she would listen, comforting me. I know she also felt hurt from what happened, and I guess that's why we got along so well, we had the same issues.

          Now, I couldn't ask her to be here. TestTube left for a science trip that lasts a whole month, and it requires her to pay complete attention to her work, meaning that I couldn't call her at all. While this was going on, I tried to update my blog daily, hoping that she would leave some kind of funny or nice comment, but she never did. I didn't blame her of course, I just really missed having a buddy by my side.

             I was sitting on a cliff that was not far from Balloon and Suitcase's comfort place where they often sat. I looked out at the setting sun, my eyes starting to get more and more droopy. In time, it started to rain, cold water droplets crashing on my face, gently at first. I was about to lay on the wet grass and try to fall asleep, not really caring about the weather but more about the feeling of the place. Then someone patted me on the shoulder.

              I turned around and was greeted with the sight of a tall, gray haired man, sitting with an umbrella above his head. Half of his umbrella was also covering me, suddenly not feeling the comforting rain on my face anymore. He looked at me for a brief second, up and down, to try and understand the sight before him.

             "Hey, you ok?" He said, not really showing any emotions. I looked up trying to crack a smile but failing.

             "Yeah, I'm good.." I said sounding very unsure. The man looked intensely at me and then sat down next to me, covering both of us with the umbrella.

             "I, for one, don't believe you." he said looking unimpressed at me. "I'm not one to care usually, but you've been here for 3 hours. What's wrong?" He asked.

             "I don't know, I kinda feel like crap.." I said, not very sure how to explain my mood.

              " Ok, so why do you feel like crap?" He asked looking at me.

             "I don't really...I don't really know exactly how to word it"  I said looking down at the ground, brushing it with my hand. "Maybe I'm sad or, simply unhappy or, bored or scared, I don't know-"

            "Stop." Stated Knife out of nowhere, startling me a bit. " I didn't ask for an explanation to your feelings, I asked you for the reason as to why you feel this way. Now tell me what the hell bothers you because I don't have all day." He finished.

               I stopped. I actually started thinking. All this time, I've been trying to find an accurate description to my feelings. I thought that, if I  learn how to explain my emotions through words, I would be able to make myself feel better. I never tried to understand the reason I felt like this. What led to my emotions. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

               "I guess-- I guess I feel like this because I don't have my egg anymore" I said looking down at the sunset. Knife looked at me with an interested glare. "I've never really had a purpose in life before Inanimate Insanity, I was just a 19 year old boy who barely had enough money to keep his apartment." I sighed deeply. "Back in season 1, I was this show's biggest fan, never in my life did I imagine that I could ever compete. So when I saw the flyer on the wall that said "Inanimate Insanity is now taking in new contestants for season 2!", I got excited." I paused to see if Knife was still listening, to which he nodded to let me know he was.