Henry Stickmin Oneshots

Not what he thought (Yandere Toppat Charles)

This takes place before the "Stay~" oneshot*

(I got a bit silly with this one, and this is more from Rupert’s point of view)

It was four in the damn morning, and Rupert couldn't sleep. He decided to get some food and coffee to wake him up. If he couldn't sleep, then at least he would be left alone and could have breakfast in peace. Ever since his boss got that new "boyfriend" things have been nothing but chaos. So it was oddly nice to walk through the empty, metallic halls in the airship. Without the chatter of other Toppats, the only sounds Rupert could hear were his own footsteps echoing, and the revving of the airship's engine. He entered the break room, it had a long table in the center of the room, behind it was the counter, sink, cabinets and the fridge. Basically just a mini kitchen. To the right of the table, there was a large window that let you see the endless sky outside, though at this early hour there wasn't much to see. Rupert was about to head towards the coffee machine on the counter when he realized someone else was in the room. The lights were off so it was hard to see anything other than silhouettes. 

"Oi. Mind if I turn on the light?" Rupert asked, he wasn't worried about another person being up at this hour. Some people were insomniacs, or just did what he was doing and getting early morning coffee and snacks. It was a little odd that they sat in the dark though, but maybe they just didn't want to wake anyone else. "I can't really stop you from doing so." The silhouette replied. The voice was soft, and hesitant. The tone reminded Rupert of Dave's voice, but Dave's voice had a slightly higher pitch to it than the voice in the dark. Not to mention, if it was Dave he would've recognized Rupert's accent and greeted him openly. Not remain hidden in the dark like some sort of vampire. Rupert flipped the switch on the wall next to him. In a second, the once shadowy room was illuminated and fully visible.

Rupert glanced in the direction of the previously unidentified figure and realized… it was Henry. The Chief's boyfriend. Great. He was alone with this brat? Of all people? Rupert noticed that Henry was sitting at the table eating what appeared to be a cheese wedge. It was a fairly large one at that. Rupert couldn't help but find that behavior odd. Of all the things to eat at 4 am, he chose half a pound worth of cheese? Apparently Henry noticed the weird look Rupert was giving him. "Was this… reserved for someone?" He asked. Rupert shook his head. "Nah, it's just weird is all." Rupert replied, admittedly a bit rudely, but who cares? He's not supposed to be anywhere near this guy anyway so why bother. "I'm just here for some coffee." Rupert walked towards the coffee maker and set up everything for it. A few minutes later all he had to do was wait for the machine to be done. Now he had to wait in this room with Henry till the machine was ready.

Rupert couldn't help but stare at Henry a bit. Why was he here eating cheese in the dark in the first place? If he had asked Charles for some cheese he probably would've brought him all of the damn cheese they had in the fridge. He wouldn't have to get up so early. He continued to observe Henry. This was the first time he had seen him without the chief around. He looked… tired. And just not in the "it's too early for this" kind of way. Henry was kind of curled up in his chair, his knees were close to his chest, he held the cheese wedge like a chipmunk with an acorn. He avoided looking in Rupert's direction. His whole demeanor just seemed… scared. On guard. Almost shameful. It felt weirdly awkward just staying in this room silently. "May I ask about the cheese?" Rupert broke the silence. "Huh? I mean, there's not much I could say about it… it's gouda. I found it in the fridge. That's really it." Henry replied. He seemed hesitant to make conversation, but Rupert wasn’t done yet. The raven haired man rolled his eyes. “I meant why are you eating a huge cheese wedge at…” Rupert glanced at the clock on the wall. “4:15 in the morning.” Henry mumbled something and took a small bite out of the gouda wedge. He spoke so quietly Rupert couldn’t make out whatever he said. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” Rupert said, slightly annoyed. What was this spoiled brat’s problem?

“I do this every morning. It’s one of the only things I can keep to myself anymore. Don’t tell Charles.” 

Rupert paused. That was so.. Specific. Rupert dwelled on the thought. Now that he thought about it.. When was the last time Henry had basic privacy? Even during meetings Henry never got his own chair if it wasn’t directly next to the chief. Everywhere Henry went, the boss was there. This was the only time Rupert had ever seen Henry alone since he agreed to stay with the chief. Was eating cheese at this god forsaken hour just a bit for control over his own life? A desperate whimper of privacy? Rupert tried to think about things from Henry’s perspective. Charles never let anyone else near Henry, did he even have any friends on this ship? Now Rupert felt bad. This man was basically a hostage and he called him a spoiled brat. Henry was constantly showered with the chief's overbearing affection and- wait, did Charles even let Henry take showers alone!? Nope. Nope. Nope. Rupert did not want to think about that. The coffee machine finally beeped. Rupert so badly wanted to get that image out of his head he didn’t even bother pouring the coffee into a cup. He just chugged the caffeinated magma straight out of the jug! At least all the burning gave him something else to think about! “Ok Henry nice chat! I won’t tell the boss about this, promise! Bye!” Rupert dashed out of the room, eager to be rid of further awkwardness.

Henry just sat there in shock. What just happened?