Fun Fact: (Y/N) genuinely doesn't know if Watson is a hawk or a falcon. Nor do they care, tbh. It's still a bastar—
AND I OFFICIALLY HC CATER TO BE CANADIAN EHHHHHHHHH🇨🇦🇨🇦🔥💪💪💪🥶🥶🥶💯💯💯💯💯💯
In a secluded corner of the hit restaurant, Chicken Breast, sat a stressed worker reading over their Biology notes.
"Nahhh, god really fucked up with this one," I muttered to myself, staring at a diagram of a Planarian[1] with wide eyes. "Is that a dick????"
No, its the pharynx, said my notes.
AKA the tube(?) that sucks up food and ejects waste.
"Talking shit but literally," I grumbled, shutting my book of notes in order to contemplate my life. "Why am I closer related to that than a Jellyfish?"
Thankfully my phone buzzed from a message, saving me from painful philosophies and potential capital offences.
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CATER sent (2) messages!
[Cater is online!]
CATER
LETS HANV OUT
CATER
HANG OUT
[(Y/N) is online!]
(Y/N)
BRO YOU JUST SAVED ME THERE
(Y/N)
AND YES WE CAN HANG OUT
(Y/N)
I JUST GOTTA CLOSE UP THE RESTAURANT EARLY SO IT'LL BE LIKE HALF AN HOUR???
(Y/N)
Unless you wanna eat some chicken breast 🍗
CATER
Nah dw Trey stuffed us with food so I'm not very hungry 😭 I'll have your chicken breasties another day
CATER
BTW Trey's coming too, if that's good with you? The two firsties are being scolded by Riddle for their grades 🤣😂🤣😂
(Y/N)
💀
(Y/N)
And yes ofc Tray can come 🍳
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A sudden feeling of unease crawled into my chest, making my hands pause over the keyboard. I've never met any of these guys before, have I?
I trust Chenya, and he introduced me to Trey, but...
I felt a pang of guilt for doubting them.
Is this paranoia irrational?
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(Y/N)
Yo yo can I invite Chenya? He prolly misses Trey too, LMAO
CATER
Yassss ofc! We'll be at Sage Park at 4:45ish, is that good?
(Y/N)
Lemme check with Chen
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[(Y/N) is typing...]
[(Y/N) is online!]
(Y/N)
WAKE UP
(Y/N)
SOLDIER
(Y/N)
WAKE UP FOR THE WAR
[Chenya is online!]
ALCHEMIVICH
?????? war 👁
ALCHEMIVICH
you know(or not😼😳)
ALCHMIVICH
i was crazy once
(Y/N)
NO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS
ALCHEMIVICH
😿
ALCHEMIVICH
oki what is it
(Y/N)
Cater and Trey wanna hang out in town, wanna come?
(Y/N)
Pls 🥺
ALCHEMIVICH
i'm under house arrest..
ALCHEMIVICH
but idc LOLOLOL
ALCHEMIVICH
i mean
ALCHEMIVICH
*lololol
ALCHEMIVICH
ofc i'll come 😼
(Y/N)
TYYYYY ❤️ 😭
(Y/N)
We're meeting up at the park at 45 👍
(Y/N)
Also I can't believe you're still refusing to type with capital letters 💀
ALCHEMIVICH
i'm anti capitalist what do you expect 🙄
ALCHEMIVICH
n e ways i'll be there as soon as i escape🐾💨
(Y/N)
Good luck soldier 🫡
ALCHEMIVICH
kudos, sergeant 🫡
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[(Y/N) is online!]
(Y/N)
Ya he can come
CATER
Does he want a little help 😳 to come 😏
(Y/N)
DO NOT 🛑
(Y/N)
CATER
B-but 🥺
(Y/N)
B-but what 😊 🔪
CATER
Nothing 😟 anygays 😃
CATER
I finna get ready to headout 😼 CYA
(Y/N)
Cya 🙄
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I sighed, placing my phone down on my notebook.
Well that was a rollercoaster ride.
Putting my notebook and phone in my bag, I stood up and headed into the kitchen to put away the remaining dishes and clean the counters. Then, I put away my Chicken Breast apron to replace it with a light jacket. Locking the door to the kitchen, I grabbed some heavy-duty gloves from the cashier counter and put them on my non-dominant hand.
"Okay, Watson." I said in a hushed tone, afraid of what the bird is capable of. "I'll drop you home at Dad's house, okay? He can feed you dinner."
The bird looked suspiciously at my glove like one would do to a old man offering candy to a child.
After a few moments, Watson hesitantly placed a foot on the glove, flapping his wings to stabilize himself as he placed the other foot on.
Thanking the seven that he was nice and didn't use his beak to lift himself onto my arm(with his beak of steel, the glove don't do much for protection), I used my free hand to throw my bag over my shoulder and grabbed my keys.
I did one last look-over of the restaurant before closing and locking the door to head home.
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"SHIT IM GONNA BE LATE—"
After half an hour of deciding what to wear, I scrambled around my room and grabbed my bag. My eyes wandered to my drawer, and the silver chain necklace caught my eye. It had three gems on it, all of different colours.
Deciding that it matched my outfit, I took the necklace and clipped it in front of my face, then spun it around and ran out of my room.
"I'll be out with friends, dad!" I called out into the apartment, struggling to get my shoes on while standing.
"Alright! Have fun!"
I finally got my shoes on and rushed out the door. I opened my phone to check the time.
4:46 PM
'Yep, definitely late.' I thought, putting my phone back into my bag.
Soon, the last block to the park entered my sight, and I wondered why I heard boss music. Turning the last corner to enter the park, I—
"Oof!"
—ran into a moving brick wall(?), and fell onto my ass like some cliché movie.
I grumbled profanities, rubbing the palms of my hands that hurt more than my butt from the fall.
"Are you okay?" A hand was outstretched towards me.
I looked up, seeing a person with short green hair and a crooked smile. He had a small clover painted on his face, and was wearing a simple tee and sweatpants.
'No way Cater or Trey are this buff,' I thought, scanning the guy with my 20/20 eyesight(that's a lie).
He furrowed his brows. "Hello?"
I snapped back into reality, and stammered to take the hand. "Oh yeah, uh, thanks."
He helped pull me off the ground, and I thanked the seven for his kindness as my ass ached to stand.
As I opened my mouth to say something, a voice cut in.
"Hey hey, Trey! Is (Y/N) here yet?"
A voice sounded behind Trey— wait, Trey?
I looked behind him and saw a ginger with a diamond painted on his face, also dressed in casual wear.
"Wait— Trey?" I said looking between the two people. "You're Trey?!"
His eyes slightly widened, before grinning. "That would be me, yes."
"Then," I looked at the other boy. "Cater, you're a ginger?!"
"That's your first impression of me?!?!" Cater put a hand on his chest, gasping. "I'm hurt, bestie. I thought you already knew 'coz I'm my PFP!"
I blew a raspberry at him.
"And also..." He glanced down. "Why are you holding hands with Trey?"
I immediately retracted my hands as if we were playing hot potato. "I ran into your brick wall of a friend."
"Brick wall...?" Cater looked at Trey. "Actually no, yeah I see it."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Please don't slay slay me, Trey Tray."
I snorted. "Is Chenya here yet?"
"No, it's just u—"
A head floated down from above, landing right in the center of our triangle.
"Hello, every-nyan! ✨"
Cater screamed, jumping back a few steps.
"How are you?" Chenya grinned, his head moving around in the air, "Fine, thank you."
"Oh my god." I murmured, seeing Trey facepalm from the corner of my eyes.
Cater smiled weakly. "Heyyyyyyy..! You're Chenya-chan, right?"
"Left!" Chenya exclaimed, his body slowly appearing, "Or up and down! I'm a very mysterious person who has both cat-like and human-like magic! Alchemi Alchemivich Pinker!"
Cater gaped, face pale.
I leaned towards Trey, whispering, "He's not like other girls."
Trey snickered.
When Cater was obviously unresponsive, I pulled Chenya out of his personal space bubble, and fortunately he didn't retaliate.
"Trey-nyan and (Y/N)-nyan! Howdy comrades!"
"Chenya," I said, suddenly serious. "You never told me your friends were crafted by the gods."
"I made them myself! Aren't you proud?"
"The gods?" Trey laughed. "Now that's a compliment." He side-eyed Cater, who snapped out of his shock to say a 'hey!'.
"No but deadass!" I shook Chenya's shoulders, and he wiggled like one of those inflatable noodle guys in front of car dealer lots. "Why are you so buff, Trey?!"
"Now that is a train I can hop onto!" Cater exclaimed. "He doesn't even do any sports clubs and he's Coach Vargas's favourite in gym class!"
"For real?" I cried. "Literally what are you making, protein tarts?"
Trey paused, "...Well, sometimes I—"
"No!" Cater gasped. "Is that why there's a tub of protein powder under the sink?! I was the side piece this whole time?!"
"What—"
I stopped shaking Chenya, opting to clutch onto him dramatically. "What a fiend! He deserves to be burnt at the stake!"
"He must atone for his sins!" Chenya cheered, though he most likely didn't understand what was going on.
There was a moment of silence, before everyone burst into laughter.
"The ADeuce shenanigans are infectious.." Cater mumbled weakly after the laugh.
Trey stood up straight. "Ah, while on the topic of food." He shuffled through his tote bag, grabbing a box. "Here's the cheesy baked goods I promised you."
My eyes twinkled. I didn't even remember asking for cheesy goods!
"Thank you!" I took the box, and lo and behold, there were cheese scones. "Holy shit these look good."
I smacked Chenya's hand away without having to look at him, opting to give Trey a small bow. "Thank you, Tree guy!"
"Now I'm thinking of taking that box back."
"I'm sorry, Tree guy!"
Cater piped up. "Oh that's right! I looked at Coach Vargas's office today, and there was a 50 piece Chicken Breast box!"
"So..." I shivered, remembering the encounter, "That guy's your gym teacher?"
"Yeah...."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
I took out a cheese scone to console myself, and did not regret it once I took a bite.
"Ho-wwy shei—" I said through a mouthful, then gulped it down. "Is there crack in this?! What is your secret?!"
Chenya leaned over my shoulder and took a bite out of my piece, humming in delight. "He's gonna say it's—"
"The secret is Oyster Sauce." Trey smirked.
"Told ya."
I paled. "I swore a blood oath to never put oyster sauce in anything ever after I had the tart, thanks."
Cater pouted. "It wasn't that bad—"
"I lost ten years of my lifespan from one bite."
"That's valid." Trey sighed.
Chenya tilted his head. "If I feed you enough, would you start to reverse aging?"
I snorted. "Considering that when I was a fetus was the last time I was mentally stable, why not try it out?"
Cater cackled. "No, cause mood."
Awkward silence hung over us momentarily. It wasn't the worst online-friend meetup— though it felt more like a deranged therapy session.
"So what do ya'll wanna do?" I asked.
Cater shrugged. "IDK, maybe we can walk around town and stuff?"
"Stuff sounds good." Chenya nodded.
We headed down into town, keeping light conversations between each other. Occasionally we entered stores, and went extra feral over the Say-Flora products.
Cater, as expected, left the store with two bags. He glanced at Trey's empty hands, before executing a well-practiced puppy eyes. "Trey dearest, can you carry—"
"No."
"Sobbing right now."
Soon after he said that, a chilly autumn breeze swept through my underdressed clothes.
I shivered, bringing my hands up in front of my face to rub together. "Dude, my ears are feeling hella cold right now."
Chenya made grabby hand movements. "I can help—"
I quickly interrupted him. "If only I had someone's BIG, VOLUPTUOUS, JUICY baker arms to warm them!"
Cater deadpanned. "So you want to be put in a chokehold?"
Trey stared, his glasses falling slightly off his nose.
I fluttered my lashes at him, while trying to figure out which eye I should stare into.
Trey chose his words carefully. "Are you flirting with me?"
"I'm trying. I have no idea what I'm doing."
Cater grimaced. "Yeesharoo.. even Ace could do better."
"Yeah, well guess what Katie-poo."
"Yep?"
"Are you my trauma? Because I can't get rid of you."
"..."
"..."
"....Shit, that was a good one."
"My turn!" Chenya pipped up, grabbing Cater's shoulders and staring into his eyes. "If I were a cat, I'd spend all nine lives watching you."
Cater, unable to escape the boy's grasp, laughed nervously. "Ha ha... you got my legs shakin', alright...."
Trey and I looked at the interaction, and then at each other.
"Lets sit down somewhere." Trey said.
"Agreed." I nodded, looking around the park we somehow wandered back into. "Oh look, there's a bench!"
Cutting through Cater and Chenya's weird gay tension, I sat myself on the end of the bench because honestly the ends are superior.
Trey sat himself on the other end, then Chenya dive-bombed to sit between us.
Cater gasped, putting his bags down beside my feet. "Hey, there's no more space! Trey, move your brick wall over!"
"No can do, Cater." Trey's glasses glowed as he adjusted them like in animes.
Cater pouted, turning around to seat himself in the small space between Trey and Chenya, then throwing his legs across Chenya until they reached me.
"Cater get your stinky dogs away from me," I said in dramatic horror, side-eyeing his nastyass crocs.
"No it's comfy."
I slouched onto Chenya in defeat(he was warm, unlike the evening breeze), but was revived as an idea came to mind. "Dude we should make fun of ADeuce by sending them a selfie or something."
"Yes!" Cater jumped at the idea, his phone materializing into his hand. "Its selfie time!"
"Sounds good," Trey nodded, "We could show it to Riddle, too."
Chenya only hummed in agreement.
Cater grinned happily after the photo was taken. "Can I upload it onto MagiCam?"
Trey shrugged. "Go for it."
"Can you tag me?" I asked, leaning in front of Chenya to view Cater's phone, which I still couldn't see. "I'm @namesdeez. Chenya, you wanna get tagged too?"
I noticed the air around him was a bit different, his expression more relaxed.
I tilted my head. "Chenya?"
His usual grin melted into something fonder. "I'm glad you're having fun, (Y/N)."
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Another Fun Fact: Watson's a Detective Conan/Hanzawa the Criminal reference 💀 which isnt even Disney I just felt like it
Here's some panels LMAO
My ass has proudly watched every single episode and movie, and theres over a thousand of em 💀
[1] This is a Planarian.
Why they built like that 💀
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