A Collection Of Random Franzfics

Teen!Franz: treadmill takedown

this is based on a true story. it happened in my school. I'm not the kid. I was singing centuries - fall out boy while it happened. be prepared. let's go.

•••

The fitness unit was no one's favorite. They could be playing dodgeball, football, or even pickleball, and it would still be better than the torture that was the fitness unit.

"Ready to sprint for your heckin' life, ya bean?"

"Stop calling me a bean, Paul."

"Okay, Beany Bobbo."

"I thought Nick was the bean."

"No, he's Teeny Beany."

"He's the bean, then. Not me."

"READY TO SPRINT FOR YOUR HECKIN' LIFE, YA BEAN!"

Racing Paul on a treadmill in a tiny, concrete room with painfully big windows wasn't ideal. No one liked the fitness room. The concrete walls and paper-thin windows didn't match. Someone could die in there. It was a death plot.

Paul smirked, pressing the button that increased the speed.

"Level 8, ya bean."

"You're on the track team! Not fair!"

"Should have signed up, then!"

Bob sighed and started catching up to Paul's level. It was all perfect, well, until...

"Faster, bean."

"If I make it to level 15 will you stop calling me a bean?"

"Yep. That's the plan, beany."

Bob angrily pressed the button again. Level 13. After a few seconds of panicked sprinting, he tripped, and couldn't move from the awkward position that he was trapped in.

"Press the stop button!" Paul hissed, sprinting faster than humanly possible.

"Do you want me to die?!"

Paul looked down at the treadmill, which was obviously going too fast for Bob, and him.

"No."

"Press it! Press it!"

"If I stop mine, it'll shoot me through the window!"

"I thought you could handle this!" Bob's foot started skidding along the incredibly fast-paced treadmill. If he tried to get off, he would be shot through the window. He was gripping one of the highly convenient handle thingies, and if he let go, he would probably lose balance and end up on the roof of the school, outside the window.

"Press the stop button."

"I can't, Paulie."

"PRESS IT."

"I CAN'T."

"PRESS THE BUTTON, BOB."

"PAUL. NO."

•••

Alex sighed, watching the situation from where he and Nick were quietly singing Centuries.

"Do you want me to go..."

"Yeah."

Alex walked over to the rogue treadmill and pressed the stop button. Nothing happened.

"PRESS IT AGAIN, ALEX." Bob hissed.

Alex pressed the button again. Still nothing.

"Wait. I have an idea." Alex body slammed Bob to the floor. The treadmill hadn't stopped, but Bob was free. Nick rushed over immediately, and Paul tried to stop his treadmill before he was slingshotted across the room and through the paper-thin window. Luckily, his attempt worked.

And also luckily, the guys got to spend the next month in the library instead of PE because they somehow managed to almost break physics.