#fred: threads

          fred had been out for a run when he heard the faint sound of someone talking to him. he came to a stop and pulled one of his earbuds out so he could properly hear the person. “sorry, i had music playing. what were you saying?” 

          freddie pulled the mystery machine up by the fenced in area outside of ambrose’s shop, putting the van in park before hopping out. he was running a bit late for the big wash day after he’d overslept and he felt terrible about it. he grabbed the towels and his duffle bag out of the back before locking the doors and heading to the gate “hey! sorry i’m late.” the blonde smiled at ambrose as he walked in, bending down to pet the energetic dog jumping up at his legs.

          hearing the door open fred pulled his head out of bertha’s engine to see who it was that entered the mystery inc warehouse. seeing the signature purple and the flash of red hair had freddie’s heart skipping a few beats as he beamed at her “hey daph!” he set the wrench down and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face before walking towards her

‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏freddie let out a confused sigh as he stared at the engine tray of the mystery machine, or bertha as he lovingly called her, trying and failing to understand how so many pizza boxes and soda cans had gotten in there since he'd last worked on her. "shaggy? how did you and scoob manage to fit all this under here? no wonder she's been rattling so bad."

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