#dewey.

vanellope tended to get a little weird during the holiday season. she never really knew her parents and it felt like a part of her was missing without that knowledge. in fact, the more she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything about her childhood. her memories stop short at waking up in evermore and it was frustrating. she didn't like talking about it, but she wondered if she used to have those feel-good cheery holiday moments like she saw in movies and the people around her. it just sounded nice to know where she could belong. but instead she just felt like she didn't belong anywhere.

she was trying her best to not think about it. dewey was showing her around the holiday market and even with the smile plastered on her face she just felt...hollow. after walking for a while she stopped, unknowingly under mistletoe, and looked at dewey. "can we take a break? i feel like this thing is going on forever and i haven't had enough boozy hot chocolate yet."

"It's always a party, that is for sure. Since, y'know, Dewey never stops working on his music there. He also steals candy! And I swear it always smells like socks. But, y'know, he's the roomie, what can ya do? He is the greatest and I would be lost without him. He always checks on me in his own way. He pretends to glitch out with me so I don't feel alone. He's honestly the best person I know." @quacksblue

“and just when i thought i was going to have fun at this thing!” angelica proclaimed loudly the moment she spotted dewey. every time she saw him she felt unreasonably angry and it was mostly at the fact that she ever gave him the time of day in the first place. that she ever let her guard down around a guy who is a self-proclaimed dj. it was...rough. and the worst part of it all was that...she really did have a soft spot for him at one point in her life. now? oh, now all she wanted to do was humiliate him. “please tell me you signed up for the dunk tank so i can drown you properly. a clown’s way out.”

vanellope has no idea how she made it home. after her fight with tiffany she had been glitching so badly that matt had no other choice but to send her home early. he had offered a ride, but she refused; glitching badly when she was behind the wheel was dangerous enough. she wasn’t going to let matt get hurt just because she was a mess. each step towards her apartment felt like a leap in a random direction because of her glitching and she tried her best to breathe and focus, but all she could hear was tiffany in her head. there was a lot the blonde was right about and a lot she wasn’t. vanellope hated that she had let her get under her skin enough to cause her to glitch out worse than she has in months. but there was nothing she could do about it now. all she could do was pray her roomie didn’t freak out at the sight of her glitching.

shaky hands opened her apartment door before she glitched right to the couch anyways. she buried her face in her hands, choking on a sob as she tried to calm down. she had no idea if dewey was even home. she was hoping not. he was good about the tamer episodes but this was...this was too much. she covered her ears with her hands and started to deep breathe. she couldn’t tell how well it was working when she had hopped from the couch to the ground to the couch again, but at least the jumps were getting shorter and shorter. even better that she hadn’t broken anything yet. dewey must have been home. she didn’t know how much he had seen but he was in front of her before she could run and hide into her room. shit. it was making the glitching just act up again. “i-i-i-” she tried to get out, tears still falling down her face. “y-y-you s-s-s-should g-g-go....”