Chapter 1
I’m a sucker for the ads, so I had to write something.
“No, Red, you cannot get up to close the cupboard door.”
The red wiggle whined from underneath his ruby bed sheets, his words muffled into his scarlet pillow.
They grey wiggle sighed, looking up from his book of fifty shades of grey to give the cocoon of blankets a look. “I can’t hear you when you’re under the sheets, Red.”
More words where lost into the pillow.
The grey wearing man took an intentionally loud sip from his ceramic mug.
The mound of bed sheets shook comedically, then the younger wiggle’s head poked out, “if I don’t close the closet, then the monster’s gonna get me!”
The monotone man paused, “Monster?”
The red wiggle nodded, nightcap bobbling, “A-Antony told me about it, h-he said tha-at it would bite my toes, a-and n-nip my nose!”
The grey wiggle raised a brow, putting his book and mug down. He uncrossed his legs from where he sat on his monochrome armchair - Carried up from the dining room - and leaned forwards to face the other, “Blue was lying, Red.”
The younger wiggle’s eyes widened, confusion painting his face.
“Remember last month, when Blue replaced Yellow’s shampoo with neon pink hair dye?” The grey wiggle rambled, “So Emma changed out Antony’s yellow food dye with lemon juice?”
The red wiggle nodded again, brows furrowing as he remembered the event. “The two wouldn’t talk to each other for a week...” He murmured softly.
“Well, yes, I suppose,” The older man shrugged, “but what I mean to say is that Blue most likely meant for it to be a joke.”
The younger grumbled that it wasn’t a very funny joke.
The grey wiggle sighed once more, reaching for his silver mug from the bedside table, only to find it cold. He frowned at the drink, getting up from his chair and grabbing his book as he headed out of the room.
The grey wearing man stopped in the doorway. Looking back into the younger man’s bedroom, he softly asked, "You wan’t some hot chocolate with marshmallows?”
The red wiggle paused his efforts of rewrapping himself in his blankets, grinning softly before climbing out of bed and quietly stepping over to the other.
“I think I’d like that.”
Okay, I do want to write more for this fic, so, If you have any ideas or suggestions on what to write for this, I'd really appreciate it.
