𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Hot day

Take place in DSAF 1

3rd person's POV:

Waking up to the beaming sun is the worst thing to wake up to, the amount of annoyance you can get just from waking up in your comfy bed.

Unfortunately for Jack, he woke up today with the sun mercilessly beaming into his tired face, basically blinding him. Jack forgot to close the curtains from last night's moon gazing and chatting with Dave.

Dried sweat seems to glue him down on the bed, sticking to the sheets. As uncomfortable as it is, Jack still doesn't try to get up to get a nice cool bath to get all that dried sweat off. Tiredness will stop you from doing anything more, even if it means taking a bath. I know by experience.

Grumbling from the extreme sun beam and heat, Jack decided to just relax and fall back into the mostly comfortable embrace of the bed. Skipping one day of work doesn't sound so bad, he's just worry about what Dave's reaction will be when he doesn't arrives.

After laying on the bed for about 10 minutes longer, he finally got up and comb his hair with his hand, pulling some back a bit to relax his stress. (Don't get dirty thoughts now)

"Alright, another day, another dead child." Motivation is needed for a hot day like this.

Searching the closet, the only kidney of clothing he can find is mostly work uniforms. Including the one for the night shift. Sighing, he takes an orange tank top and his regular button up. This is the most he can do for now. Pants are another problem for later, after the bath, of course.

The bath was refreshing, cool water runs down his back and soaking his hair. Smiling pleasantly, Jack continues to enjoy the coolness of the water before getting out of his fantasies.

As soon as Jack was able to warp a towel around his thin waist, his phone from the sink started it's usual ringtone, alarming him that someone's calling. Picking up the phone while having a towel flop on his head, the edge covering his right eye.

"Hello?" He answered, waiting for a reply.

"Why hello there, Old Sport!" Of course it has to be Dave out of all people who would call him. (Or cryptid, or corpse, I supposed)

Jack can't help but smile and let out a quiet chuckle. Dave is always the same, talking to him at least. The childish behavior with the silliness aside, he was a fine murderer, good at keeping promises and a good company to have. Most excellent at deleting camera footages and hiding bodies, too.

Rubbing his wet hair, Jack waited for Dave's usual daily greetings and the complains for today's weather. Hot as hell, barely stand it for even a minute.

"So, what are we doing today, Dave?" Jack asked, picking up a blow dryer and plugging it in.

"We're going to mess with Phoney again, Old Sport!" The thick New York accent filled up with excitement. "Granted, I have the perfect 3 steps plan to piss Phoney off!" At the least, he didn't put any ridiculous name in.

Jack carefully listen to the steps and how to execute the plan on their bastard of a boss at work.

Step one involving one of them to come to work on time, or earlier while the other one comes later 5 minutes late. Step two, during the work hours, Phoney's definitely calling the one whom came late for a talk in the security office.

"There's a part of step two that is kind of difficult to do. First off, we don't know if Matt sells water balloons." Dave nervously explained to Jack, tripping up on some lines.

"I'll buy it, just come to work early. I think I know the next part for step 3, alright." Jack hang up on Dave and get dress. Another day, another murder.

—At work—

"Old Sport!" Dave shouted out to Jack, who's making his way over to the prize corner. "Great timing." A friendly pat on the back is most appreciated, right now.

"The best timing, Dave." Jack flapped his work shirt, being worn out by the heat.

They both chat and walk to the bathroom corridor, having the plan set up for Phoney. Of course, they can't operate without starting up some kind of trouble to get Phoney in the right mood first.

"Sportsy, go and wear the suit, I'll get the plan set up for you!" Dave take the plastic bag filled with unfilled water balloons out of Jack's hands, smilling.

Jack stood there for a moment, processing his choices in words before saying anything to Dave. Narrator gives him mostly pissed off word options, because it is what he's feeling at the moment.

Dave always make the plans, but there's no problem in that. The problem is that he is the one who's going  through the trouble for it to happen. First is luring kids, next is tampering with the robots. Getting fired was the second worst thing, but Jack never fully admitted it to anyone.

"Y'know what, Dave? How about YOU try to start your own plans first?" Jack annoyingly asked Dave, pushing him a little. "Why does it always have to be me?" Jack cross his arms, refuse to look at Dave.

With all of this happening, Dave is quite shock that his partner - the one who have gone so long without complain of their work - finally snaps and refuses to do it, let alone pushing him.

Jack walk to the saferoom, not even a single 'goodbye' or any other words, just uncomfortable silence as he walk past Dave.

The purple cryptid stood there, processing what that just happened. Old Sport can't really just denied him... Can he?

This prank isn't going as planned.

William is too weak to go or do anything alone. He's a mess without him by his side.

Word count: 994 words