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On The Fritz | Part 2

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previously part of inktober

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of trapping someone. Mentions of murder and experimenting on people.

Run Down: David agreed to take care of someone named Fritz. He did not sign up for being the guardian of the physical embodiment of the word ‘fritz’.

That’s what I call a play on words

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David will admit it might not have been the best idea to fall asleep with Fritz still trapped in his pocket.

But hear him out! At least he wasn’t a complete dumbass about it. He knows he doesn’t move in his sleep, so flopping onto the couch on his back guaranteed there wouldn’t be any crushing. Not only that but it’s his suit pocket. How confining can it really be? Not that much, he’s fairly sure.

The thing is, he was really hoping everything that happened wasn’t real.

His charge isn’t two inches tall and acts like trapped lightning after finally escaping its jar. Hadn’t planned to leave a simple and extremely worrying note on the computer before disappearing without help when a bird can easily snatch him up. Isn’t some ‘mythical creature’ because they already deal with murderous animatronics and a boss who will happily experiment on them so that’s definitely not needed nor wanted.

So he was out like Fritz after being forgotten in a pocket the moment his head hit the cushions.

David hesitates when he finally wakes up after a few hours, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to move a muscle and prove the bullshit that happened was all a dream. Because it was. And that’s the last time he’s choosing work over sleep.

I blame Fritz.

A long sigh escapes him before a hand shakenly settles over his heart, freezing when there’s no lump pressing against his fingers. And no lump means there is no shrunk redhead lying inside his pocket. Meaning it was all a dream.

Thank fuck.

David groans as he forces himself to sit up, growling at every joint in his body protesting. The only condolence he’s receiving for sleeping on a couch not made for naps in a full suit is the smell of freshly brewed coffee waiting patiently. At least he has that-

“HOLY SHIT!”

The glowing light he just proved was nothing but a nightmare jumps back after appearing inches from his nose. A second passes before it quickly lands to reveal Fritz as the blinding light subsides. Meaning he’s completely fucked.

“Goddamnit!” David snaps at the worried and miniscule face, an angry finger pointed at the culprit currently making his life hell. “I said you were to stay by me.”

Fritz, still shrunk and still glowing, has the audacity to raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think being put in my pocket means? Leave whenever you fucking like?”

A glare appears at that, hands held beside his head and leaning over to imply sleeping, an angry finger then pointed right back.

David waves it away. “You were safe, I didn’t move an inch.”

He finds himself bristling as eyes almost too small to truly tell they’re green roll dramatically, standing up to snatch the little bastard up as Fritz laughs before flying out of reach. “Hey! You’re grounded for that!”

He can’t hear anything. Can’t hear his charge potentially talking back. Or if he’s still laughing due to the bright glow making it impossible to see any indication of a wide smile and heaving chest.

He’s left assuming there definitely was back talking on the short trip to the kitchen, glaring down at the innocent smiling standing beside a steaming cup of coffee.

“Still grounded.”

Fritz makes a few motions before suddenly going stiff, eyes locked on the hand reaching for the rightfully earned drink, looking as if he’ll rocket back into the air at any moment.

More specifically, if David makes a move to grab him.

Right. That is going to take some used to. The fact the redhead was easily put into a pocket of all things with however long it took to get out by himself. David could do a lot with just how vulnerable Fritz currently is, even if he’s able to fly and burn retinas out if stared at for too long.

“So,” he begins. Not at all noticing the coffee machine is about the size of a house compared to his charge. “How long has this been going on for.”

There’s a very slow and sheepish air drawing of a horizontal eight large enough for David to comprehend.

The moment he understands and he’s choking on the hot coffee.

”Forever!”

Fritz winces as he nods.

David forces himself not to scream at the complete dumbass for not telling him. Not thinking it’d be a good idea to say the teenager can suddenly become a piece of firework that decided to do its own thing? Or would it be the other way around and just come out to say he’s not human.

“Then what the hell are-?”

His phone lets Fritz mask the complete terror written all over his face as the question became clear. And while he really wants to address it, not answering a call from Scott means he gets a visit from Vincent. He will not house two supernatural things in his house at once, thank you.

“What’d I mess up this time?”

“Is Fritz with you?”

David glances over at said redhead as Scott’s voice quickly catches his attention. The business man then flinches as his own personal wireless lightbulb suddenly shoots up to hover in front of his face.

“Depends on why you want him,” is snipped back to give him a moment to shoo at the shooting star before covering the receiver. “Do you mind turning your brightness down a little?”

Fritz seems to sputter before the glow making him seem more like a puffball of light dims to something closer to the shape of a human teenager. It’s not as soft as when he’s standing on solid ground, but at least the scowl and mouthed word ‘brightness’ can be seen.

“He’s not answering his phone,” Scott huffs. “Eggs has been trying to call him, but he couldn’t call you to check on him because you blocked him-”

“And I’m not unblocking him after being spammed one letter at a time to spell ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’.”

“-so he asked me to make sure Fritz hasn’t been clawed by Baby.”

David will admit, he thinks Fritz would actually prefer the other scenario instead of eavesdropping on certain conversations as an electric spark. Instead of asking though, he gives a questioning look toward his slightly confused charge. “Do you have your phone on you?”

A nod is given as what he thinks is a phone is taken out of a pocket to show. A moment passes before he offers his palm, staring as a microscopic rectangle is hesitantly placed on his fingertips. Lightly nudging it and he can only safely say the screen works.

Well that doesn’t help him.

“Are there any missed calls?”

Fritz shakes his head definitively, shrugging to say he doesn’t know why they haven’t come through.

“Well he’s safely at the house,” David says.

“Any reason why he’s not answering?”

Green eyes widen in panic, his half-screwed Christmas light frantically trying to say he doesn’t want Scott to be told the truth. They both know the eldest guard will find out later but telling him now would have him show up at the Harrison residence within the hour. And if he panics between coming over and arriving, a certain Mutated Grape would join as well.

“Hmm, I took it for a little bit,” the business man shrugs. He quickly offers said phone back up to Fritz, however. No way in hell will he be responsible over something he can’t see properly without a magnifying glass.

Scott makes a disapproving noise. “So you panicked both Eggs and I for no reason?”

“Him talking to that insane thing is plenty reason to take it away for a day or two,” earns a look from Fritz there will be retaliation if that ever actually happens. Which means the phone will be confiscated once it’s not able to be lost with a small breeze.

“Can you at least tell us next time?”

David grins. “That’s not included in my guardian duties. By the way, on a completely unrelated note, would you mind calling everyone for an emergency meeting tonight?”

The older goes silent long enough the phone is checked to make sure the call as suddenly cut. Nope, still going and just passing the three-minute mark.

“David, where’s Fritz?”

Their eyes meet at the realization he fucked up.

“Right next to me. I said it’s for completely unrelated reasons!”

“Put him on the phone,” and Scott sounds like he’s barely controlling his panic damn it.

“This is your fault,” David hisses, pointedly ignoring the uncontrolled brightening and dimming of Fritz’s glow as he hovers around the phone. “I think I informed you he’s currently grounded from the phone. That includes mine as well.”

“David, if you lost him, it’s fine.”

“I did not!”

“He’s finally being a real teenager, sneaking out of house after being grounded for the hundredth time,” Scott continues as his ‘dad voice’ starts making an appearance. This day keeps getting better and better. He didn’t have nearly a long of a nap to deal with this. “But if he left his phone at home and got lost-”

“He’s fine he’s literally right here!”

“Then give him the phone. Now.”

That’s when David shuts up. Something he really should’ve done a while ago. Unfortunately it doesn’t do exactly what he wants, Scott yelling ‘God damn it!’ before hanging up.

“Huh,” the business man murmurs, a hint of pride slipping into his voice. “I think you gave the fossil a heart attack.”

Fritz suddenly explodes with light like a fuse blew, David jerking back before realizing his charge is vibrating in place, looking at if he’s about to ricochet off every wall in the house.

That’s when he claps his hands around the redhead like he’s an irate bug.

“Okay. Plan B.”

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