Noogies and head ruffles are the best way to show affection when you’re someone like Anti tbh lmao.
I also personally think Robbie’s the shortest ego out of the bunch, and he’s also the scrawniest bc, well, he’s a zombie, and Anti likes to use that to his advantage and playfully mess around with Robbie a lot. 💜🖤💚
(Also please click on the image for better quality since Tumblr made it all blurry.)
((Just another little Robbie ficlet I did. He’s a very fun and interesting character to write about.))
Marvin’s hands were shaking. Sweat
beaded on his forehead and brow, and his heart was galloping
erratically in his chest. He gave an unsteady gulp; his throat
having already gone dry at the scene before him.
Robbie was situated against the wall,
wrists bound by magical chains connected to the wall by a simple but
powerful spell Marvin had recited earlier.
And to say Robbie was unhappy was an
understatement.
“Hey, Darky, I’m headed out for the night with the others, aight? We’ll be back tomorrow mornin!”
“Alright. Goodbye, Wilford.”
“Byyyeeeee~!”
SLAM
Dark sighed, running a hand through his hair. What would he do for the night? He wasn’t tired, he never slept anyways.
Get drunk! A voice in his head shouted, encouraging him. No, that would be careless of him. But, now that he thinks about it, it would be kind of fun…
I didn’t expect you to follow through… That voice in his head was annoying, but Dark knew who it was, and payed it no mind. He had successfully downed…what was it? 10? 15? Some double digit number of beer bottles. It was the time of his life!
Faintly, from where Dark had left his phone, he heard the ringer of an alarm go off. Of course, the meds to help keep his shell from cracking! Grinning dumbly, and suit not even tidy at all, he stumbled to the bathroom to take the meds.
Knocking every other bottle over, he grabbed the one holding the pills he had to take. He dumbly stared at them, then downed the entire bottle. The beer was getting to him at this point, and he passed out on the bathroom floor.
“DAARRRKYYY~~ WE’RE HOOMMEEEE!”
Wilford burst into the house, the other egos coming in behind him quietly, exhausted and going straight to their rooms, noticing almost none of the scene before them.
Wilford sighed, cleaning up the mess of beer bottles and trash. Dark must have gotten drunk after they all left.
Wilford sighed, going to the bathroom because that’s where the trail of broken glass lead him. He cleaned it all up, and, upon opening the bathroom door, dropped everything.
Dark was still lying there, on the floor, not moving. Not even breathing.
Wilford scrambled over and tried to wake him up. “Dark, please wake up, c’mon, the joke’s over now!”
No response.
Wilford shook softer, his eyes watering up, and the realization soon hit him.
I originally posted this on Halloween, but today I realized I forgot to
finish coloring one of these characters (the layer with their outline was
invisible and I accidentally forgot about it). So I’m reposting this, and it is
now technically late since it’s not Halloween anymore.
