[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

110: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT???

*Ya Pace (Pah-keh) roughly translates to something like "oh well"? I don't actually know how to translate it properly to English 😭 It's one of those phrases I only know in Spanish

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You fucking hate it here.

"I fucking hate it here."

"So true, Your Highness," Tinkerbell answers like it was an automated response, not taking his eyes off his homework that he didn't get to finish last night, "But why this time?"

"I'm so fucking tired," You whine, dropping your head to the table, "I even slept in when I could've been training this morning! But I'm so sleepy..."

You woke up on the couch, concluding that Malleus thought it to be too risky to take you to a room lest he woke up your companions. At least he remembered to cover you with a blanket. The only thing that confused you was that you never owned that blanket, and you know it wasn't yours because you searched this dorm top to bottom before in your mass-cleaning session.

It... It kind of smelled like Malleus... You think?

Kind of strange, but anyway, you had folded it up and put it in your room and will hope that Malleus never asks for it back.

Anyway, it's just going to be you and Tinkerbell today since Grim had woken up with a fever. Or at least you think it's a fever, his temperature is extremely high. You asked Venus and the other three ghosts to take care of him today, so you're hoping he won't be dead when the day is over.

The blond boy hums, scribbling something down on his homework, "What time did you end up falling asleep?"

You narrow your eyes, taking that personally for some reason. "Why do you gotta investigate the validity of my claim, huh? Why you gotta ask me when I went to bed? As if to say, "Hey, I don't really trust that you're tired right now, and I'll be the judge of that." Like, right now I feel like I gotta lie to you and tell you I went to bed an hour after I actually went to sleep for you to be like: "Oh yeah, you are tired."

You give Tinkerbell the stinkiest side eye, "What is that about? You're putting me in a peculiar position, and now–Why can't I just say I'm tired and you just trust me? What happened to the trust between us? Let's address that. All of the sudden I can't tell you I'm tired because you have to find out for yourself if it's true? Why don't you mind your business?"

"I feel like that's a personal question. Why don't you ask me if I wiped between my cheeks last night? You might as well. We're already there. That's an intimate time for me. I fantasize when I go to bed sometimes. It's not dirty; sometimes I fantasize about success. But that's none of your business. All of: "We work in the same place" and all the sudden you're starting to talk about Circadian Rhythm? Is that you really?" You look Tinkerbell up and down with suspicion, "Who-Who are you?!"

"..." Tinkerbell is looking at you with tears in his eyes, "I... I was just trying to make conversation..."

"o."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Tink."

He sighs, "It's okay, I forgive you. Maybe you should stay back today and catch up on some rest if you're getting this irritable already. You work really hard every day anyway, you deserve some rest, don't you think?"

"I can't just blow off my responsibilities because the vibes are off, Tink."

"Well, not with that attitude."