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OUH IâVE ALWAYS LOVED PARTYTIME RAHHH!! Iâm gonna write and draw so much content for them itâs not even funny- I learned how to tween because of them. Also wrote this for a school assignment teehee-Â Also sort of have this in a little crossover au? Yâall wonât know nothing until later on hehe
Content: FluffÂ
Warnings: NoneÂ
Perspectives: 3rd povÂ
Words: 1204 wordsÂ
Brightview always went quiet at night, the kind of quiet that had made even the neon bright neon signs hum louder outside. Yatta never minded it, not in the slightest. Silence was just another kind of stage, and she had filled it with her own little colors. But tonight? She had a mission on her mind.Â
Someone had been leaving candy out by the train tracks every night. It wasnât just any candy either. They had quickly become her favorite kind of candy. Ever since they had been able to leave Gardenview after it had been abandoned for years, the toons had some help they found, and settled into another place. And with the toons finally seeing the outside world, they learned new stuff. And Yatta? She found a bigger variety of candy that had been everywhere outside.Â
Strawberry filled candies, lollipops, chocolates, so many kinds of different candies that she never found on the floors in the old Gardenview. At first, she thought it was Looey trying to be sweet, but when she had asked him, he denied it immediately. Then she blamed Blot, who just blinked at her like sheâd accused him of murder. So she decided it would be up to her to find out who was leaving her candy.Â
She crouched behind a stack of crates near the railing near the tracks, the streamers in her hair rustling when she adjusted her stance behind them. This was her moment, her little detective arc. She was going to find out who kept leaving the candy near the train at night.Â
Yatta heard some footsteps, some distance away. Slow, careful, that had been familiar in a way she didnât understand yet. Straining her eyes, she saw a tall silhouette move into the dimmed lighting, their posture all sharp, and with a quieter-than-quiet energy. A chain glinted from the back of the figureâs head casing as they knelt beside the track. Her jaw had dropped open so fast that it practically hit the ground.Â
It was Dyle. Dyle Timesly. The pocket watch toon that controlled the trains and took care of a lot of tasks behind the scenes. Yatta watched him place the bag of candy down onto the ground, near the train tracks. It was almost ritualistic, like he was setting down an offering. His hand had hovered over the little plastic bag a second too long, and it hit Yatta like a brick. She realized that he mustâve been doing this for a while. Long enough to be able to know exactly what she preferred. Long enough to try and not be caught by her.Â
But, too bad for him. Yatta shot up from her little hiding spot, raising and pointing her finger at Dyle dramatically.Â
âCLOCK GUY?!â Dyle immediately froze on the spot like someone had hit the universeâs pause button. His head didnât move, but his eyes? Oh, they were definitely moving, with pure, and unfiltered panic in them.Â
ââŠYatta,â he sounded stiff, as if saying her name cost him emotional energy that he did not have any budget for.Â
âI knew it was you!â Hopping over to the tracks, she circled him like a tiny little excited comet. âYou were the one leaving me candy every night! Iâve been trying to likeâcatch you for DAYS! I thought you were some little mysterious fairy or something, but nope! It was you!â His mouth opened like he was going to try and deny it. Or try to explain it in some way. Dyle also considered running away, but Yatta wasnât sure about that.Â
âI was simplyâŠaware that you were someone who enjoyed sweets,â he muttered outloud, already sounding as if he wished the ground could just swallow him whole in that moment. âI didnât know how to, umâŠgive them to you directly. So I thought that this method wouldâve sufficed. There was no way I expectedâ well, I did not intend for you toâŠsee me.âÂ
Yatta blinked at him, and then she laughed. It was the brightest, loudest, and purest thing the train conductor had ever heard. âThatâs literally the cutest thing Iâve ever heard!âÂ
He visibly malfunctioned. â...Cute?âÂ
The piñata toon bounced on her heels, hands clasped together. âYeah! You remembered what I liked! And you kept doing it! Dude, thatâs like so adorable!â Dyle's posture had stiffened even more, which she didnât think was possible.Â
âIt wasâŠnot meant to be adorable. It was meant to beâ efficient.âÂ
âStill adorable,â she insisted, picking up the little candy bag and hugging it to her chest, looking up at him with a soft grin, âThank you.âÂ
Dyle stared at her, with a startled expression, as if no one had ever thanked him for anything in his entire existence. Maybe they hadnât. He had been hidden away in Gardenview, only speaking to Dandy most of the time, only allowed to exist in the shadows of the facility. This was probably the first time someone had gotten excited just because he was him.Â
And Yattaâbright, unpredictable, eccentric, impossible Yattaâ beamed at him as if heâd hung the stars and she caught it all. It seemed similar, in a way.Â
âW-Well,â he managed, coughing right after, âit wasâŠnothing significant.âÂ
âIt was to me,â she said to him, in a softer tone.Â
The clock was rather lonely around the building. He stood awkwardly beside the tracks, unsure of what to do with his hands, or with his existence.Â
She mischievously smiled at him, knowing that his world had been cracked open by her. Rocking back and forth on her heels, hands still hugging and clutching onto the candy bag he left her, as if it was a trophy from some secret mission sheâd finally solve after months. Dyle stood there, stiff as ever, but she was able to see something different in the way that he held himself. Less ready-to-flee, moreâŠlistening.Â
âSo,â she stated, swaying her body side to side. âSince youâre, yâknow, actually talking to me after all this time, can weâŠhang out? Likeâtomorrow? In your little storeâŠthingyâin the lobby? Youâre always there. I wanna see what you even do in there!â She expected him to hesitate, maybe stutter, vanish into thin air. Anything. But instead, Dyle blinked slowly at her, the chain on the back of his head gave a tiny little clink when he shifted his posture.Â
âYouâŠwant to spend time there? With me?â His voice had this little careful tone of disbelief, like sheâd just asked to borrow the moon.Â
âYeah!â she shouted immediately. âI think itâd be fun!â Dyle paused for a long moment, processing, recalibrating, and rethinking every life choice that had led him to this exact second.Â
Then, in a quiet, almost shy voice, â...I would like that.âÂ
Yatta lit up like a firework. âGreat! Iâll bring snacks!â He definitely malfunctioned at the thought, his eyes widening just a teensy bit. All she did was grin at him, giving him a little playful salute, as she skipped off into the darkness of the facility, as she carried her bag of candyâleaving Dyle to stare at her, in soft confusion that had settled into something new. Something warm.Â
Something he knew heâd be up all night thinking about.Â