#pfritz

I was a repairman, with my lanterns and my bottles. Creeping slowly along the cobble pathway with my single source of illumination, the pathway lit with distant, amber streetlamps and the glow of the stars.

The ground was wet still, from the sudden rainfall that had occurred earlier. But you would not be able to tell that there had been rain, for the town seemed dry, it was just the pathway that seemed to still be coated in a thin sheet of water.

I halted in front of the cottage's door, knocking with the metal knocker three, sturdy times. I could see the wisps of a candle flame from behind the window panes, and soon the door was open, and he was standing before me. White and pastel blue striped pajamas loosely clinging to his frame; a curious spark in his eyes. "W-huh? Adam?"

"H-Heyyyy..." I quietly spoke. I don't quite understand why my heart fluttered in my chest as I spoke to him, something about the situation, having him in front of me, alone, at the dead of night.

"I- Uhm... I need to get some ingredients but the market's shut, can I borrow some of yours?" Without waiting for his response, I barged past him, into his hallway, and straight for his small kitchen.

"Wh... Okay..." He sleepily responded. I grabbed one of bottles around my belt, a small bottle that gradually got bigger around the bottom of the glass, with a neon pink liquid slushing inside.

so uh

fritz actually has bad insomnia and a mild phobia of sleeping. he has reoccuring nightmares and its one of the reasons he doesn’t like to sleep. he also doesn’t like to sleep alone, because he feels vurneable.

sometimes he’ll just stare at his desk for ages, watching his phone occasionly turn on for a brief notification.

and one time he just starts breaking down because he had a nightmare and was feeling overly vurnerable so he calls up lyric in the middle of the night to talk to him and keep him calm.

also, his room is actually rlly messy with clothes just scattered all across the floor. he only ever cleans it if someone’s coming around.

also he sleeps in a grey vest

and yes i drew

you think i ‘d resist the temptation to draw chubby characters just existing

and being chubby