• {Eddsworld One shots!} •

Pretty! {Scribble Tom X Reader}

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Tom
Tord
Matt
Edd
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"Get in there!"

A man harshly pushed (Y/N) into the room.

They hissed, holding their wing.

"Fuck you too!"

They flipped off the door as a grown came from the other side of the room.

"Could you quiet down?"

A fusion grumbled from a corner of the room.

They frowned, crossing their arms.

The Reject room,aye?

They'd always knew they would be sent there.

After one of their wings for broken (for about the 5th time) the scientists had enough.

"Oh shut up, Tom. They're not any better than you!'

" Fight me,commie! "

The angel like specimen pursed their lips, looking at the fusion as it fought with itself.

They looked around the room once more, seeing another fusion and another specimen drawing together.

They shyly walked over to the small table (which was definitely too small for the huge fusion) looking at the drawings.

The fusion's drawing was hard to make out.

Part of it was amazingly drew, while another part would look as if a 2 year old had drew it.

The other specimen stuck his tongue out as he drew with great focus.

(Y/N) giggled a bit, causing the two to look up at them.

Scribs gasped, looking up at (Y/N) in amazement.

"Pweety??!"

(Y/N) looked at the small being, confused.

"Pretty?"

(Y/N) questioned.

No one had called them pretty before.

"Pwetty!!" Scribs ran over to them, touching their wing gently.

The larger fusion looked at them for a moment before they opened up their wings.

Scribs, only now more amazed, squealed, petting their wings.

"Pwetty!Pwetty!Pwetty!"

"I think he likes you!"

" No. He's just calling them pretty for the fucks of it. "

"Really?"

" No, you idiot! It's sarcasm! "

"Guys, no fighting!"

" Tell that to Thomas. "

(Y/N) looked at this fusion now.

Looks like no one gets along around here, even with themselves.

Scribs nuzzled into their wing, hugging them.

They smiled, picking up the smaller specimen.

"Awe, you're cute!"

Scribs smiled, wiggling happily in their arms.

"Yay! Coot! Coot!"

The other fusion laughed.

"Oh, look, Tom! Little you has a crush!"

" Shut up! "

"Hey, he has good taste. They look hot to me."

" TORD I WILL KICK YOUR ASS. "

"Our ass?"

(Y/N) slowly moved farther away from the rest with Scribble.

"Want to get out of here?"

Scribs gasped, "O-out?"

They nodded, "Yes! Out to the real world!"

Scribs thought for a moment, looking over at the fusions.

"But famillee?"

" I'm sure they'll be fine... I mean that big one looks like he's having fun. "

Scribs looked over to see the fusion poking parts of his body and going:

"Alright, who felt that the most?"

"We all felt that, Matt. Stop."

Scribs shook his head, "Famillee!"

(Y/N) sighed, "Alright, I understand."

They smiled sadly, setting him down.

"I'll make sure to visit when the next zombie apocalypse comes by!"

They kissed Scribs cheek, and then went off to make their escape.

EXTRA:

"So they kissed you?"

Scribs nodded excited, pointing to their cheek.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!"

He jumped up and down, smiling brightly.

Torm snorted, "Looks like Lil' Tom got his first kiss before Jehovah did."

" A KISS ON THE CHEEK DOESN'T COUNT, DUMBASS. "