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beelz-bub · 7 months

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I offer you a Prohibitedwish fic that I've been crafting for a few days-- (I might make a continuation it's not really complete)

I don't have Ao3 so you'll have to bear with this format--

**It's SWF, only minor romance sprinkled in at the end because Scarab was messin with Prismo :)

"WAKE UP!"

(Scarab wakes up human Prismo after his dream fused with the host body. The two have an interesting interaction.)

The room was still, an endless buzzing could be felt throughout Scarab's body. The magic from the inner cube pulsated throughout his very being. It sent a chill down his exoskeleton whenever he thought about it. He loomed over the bed that cradled a sleeping Prismo. Scarab wasn't too familiar with sleep, as the immortal being he is, sleep was more optional. A last resort when exhausted. Even without extensive knowledge of the concept, he could tell Prismo was in a deep sleep. The way he was laying there, his cheek buried in his arms that cuddled his head. With the stillness of his body and slow breathing, he barely moved up and down as he breathed. Prismo had asked him before entering the inner cube to wake up his body, he supposedly had a surprise for him.

Scarab hesitated at first, knowing what happens to Prismo if the host body is disturbed. He wasn't concerned about "killing Prismo" but worried about being taken to the Citadel for killing him, or even being attacked by his guardians. His claw shook ever so slightly while hovering a few inches from the sleeping Prismo's face. Scarab took his hand away in frustration, "Tsk. Pathetic." he said to himself.

Since the room was so quiet, the sound of Scarab talking was enough to make Prismo roll onto his back. He mumbled nonsense, mouth wide open still completely unconscious. Scarab braced himself for a guardian to attack him, but nothing came out from the sleeping man's mouth besides an annoyingly loud snore. Scarab grunted in disgust, crossing his arms. He considered returning to the Time Room, having to touch this unconscious, drooling man made his insides crawl.

It had to be done though, so he camouflaged himself as a human to not get any gross Prismo germs on his precious exoskeleton. He reached out his now, soft human-like hand towards the man's chest, pressing down and shaking gently. Prismo didn't react, not even slightly. This made Scarab frustrated, he didn't even give him the time of day after finally giving in and doing what he asked. A little dramatic, considering Prismo is out cold. He moved his hand over to his shoulder, shaking him a little harder. This did get a reaction, Prismo had closed his mouth and squeezed his eyes together. His arms folded over his chest, but after he was settled, Prismo was already back to sleep.

Scarab didn't anticipate how hard waking him up would be. Prismo was in far deeper sleep than he could imagine. That meant it was time to put the foot down, with both hands, Scarab shook Prismo violently yelling, "WAKE UP ASSHOLE!"

Finally, "Ugh, w-what?" Prismo muttered, blinking his eyes a few times. Scarab let go, letting the man fall into the bed. Prismo began to rub his eyes groaning, "Where am I?" his voice was slurred, "What's happening?" he tried to focus his eyes on Scarab. He was a blurry figure in front of him, "Mm, who?" he asked very simply, reaching out to the figure.

"Don't try and touch me with your gross little hand, pest!" he hissed, stepping away from the bed, "I've already had to touch you enough!"

"Sc- Mm," he tried to say something but didn't finish. Instead, he sat up, away from Scarab, rubbing his eyes again. That time was more effective, he could now see the man in front of him clearly, although was still very dazed. He pointed, "Yuh, uh you look familiar-" he stuttered, struggling to talk.

"I would hope so." Scarab cleared his throat, "Now, what is this about? Why did you make me wake you up?"

"What?"

"Why did you make me wake you up?!" he repeated a lot louder.

"I uh," he rubbed his head, running his hands through his hair, "I don't know, wh- um what's even going on."

Scarab had enough and decided violence was the immediate solution in this scenario. He approached the confused Prismo and slapped him across the face, not too hard, but hard enough to wake the man up, "Get it together you dimwit!"

"AUGH- Ow!" Prismo yelled, rubbing his cheek, "What was that for?!" his eyes were wide, that smack definitely woke him up.

"Answer me! What is this about?"

"I don't know! I-" he continued to rub his cheek in thought. He could feel himself start to come through as if the person who was talking before was someone else. His black eyes faded into a light blue. Prismo took his hand away and made eye contact with Scarab, "Why do you look like that?" he asked, rather bluntly.

"I- ugh," Scarab stepped away from him, "What?!"

"You're like a person dude, what happened? It's way freaky," that obnoxious tone hinted to Scarab that he was finally talking to the real Prismo.

"I didn't want to touch you with my hands, so I camouflaged myself." he crossed his arms, annoyed that he would even need to explain such a thing. Anyone in their right mind would not want to touch a germ-covered sleeping man.

"Wow, I'm not that gross, Scarabby," he huffed, rubbing both of his cheeks and making an exaggerated pouty face. He took his hands away, "Anyway, surprise!"

Scarab just glared, refusing to say a word until Prismo gave him a better explanation than just "surprise". That explained nothing, he has asked him for an answer more than once already.

Prismo crawled over to the edge of the bed, "It's me! Look!" he giggled at Scarab's angry face, "I'm a person!" he pointed at himself.

"What. Is. This. About." Scarab snarled, he was starting to get under his shell.

"Ugh," Prismo rolled his eyes, sitting back in defeat, "I wanted to try this out again. I'm possessing my host body. Like a ghost or demon or something-" he ran his hand through his hair again, "I could always posses my body like this, but without someone to wake me up, I would just be sleeping forever until I got out of it."

"Ok." Scarab cocked his head to the side, "So why did you want to possess your host body like this?"

"Because~" he chimed, floated out of the bed, and then up and over Scarab, "It's fun!"

"You are a disgrace!" he yelled, annoyed with his careless and unprofessional attitude, "You have a job as Wishmaster and now you're running around in that sorry excuse for a body, for what? Fun?!"

"Yeah?" he was hovering upside down a few inches from the ground, "Dude no one's gonna come to the Time Room, relax-" he spun around and placed his feet down, "I still have my powers in the form. They just aren't as strong."

"You should be in your true form doing your job! Dampening your powers and avoiding work is shameful. I cannot believe you!"

"Scarabby you really need to get that stick outta your ass." he smirked, placing a hand on his hip, "I've been doing my job for like... Millions of years! I deserve a break now and then!"

"You do take breaks. You party, slack off, write your -ugh- fanfiction." he glared, "This is a step far above any of that, you're not even yourself!"

Prismo walked over and grabbed Scarab's hand who, surprisingly, allowed him to do so, "Come on, let's go do something fun."

"Fine." he gave in, there was truly no getting to Prismo. His laziness and stubborn attitude never listened to logic and reason.

As the pair entered the rest of the cube to make their way back to the Time Room, Scarab noticed something was off. Prismo's hand shook, barely holding on, "What is wrong with you?" he asked, with little care.

"Huh?" he turned around, letting go.

"Your hand was shaking. What's wrong?"

"Oh, ha!" he laughed nervously, "Well you see, I never really like... Held someone's hand before, I didn't even think you would let me," he started trailing off.

Scarab looked down at his hand, then back up a Prismo, "You were only trying to take me somewhere? I don't understand why that would make you nervous."

Prismo let out an exasperated breath, "Whoo ok, so-" he rubbed his face, "I don't really experience touch in my Wishmaster form. It's just like mild pressure. So -- touching your hand is like BOOM!" he pretends to make his head explode with his hands, "A whole bunch of new feels all in my hand!"

"So, what? You're overwhelmed by holding my hand?"

"Yeah, basically." he felt a tinge of nervousness rise in his throat, "Ah! N-not that I don't like holding your hand, and I don't mean that in like a... a weird way either! Like you said, I was just leading you somewhere, it shouldn't be anything weird," he just kept rambling on and on, unable to shut up, "Just a lot of strange feelings in my hand is all! It's different from the floor and stuff cause your hand is warm, c-cause of the skin! Y'know?"

"Hm." Scarab walked closer to Prismo who had been slowly inching his away from him. The two stood in silence while Scarab looked up, glaring at him. Prismo could feel the tension getting to him, he was so nervous he thought he would actually explode. Then, out of nowhere, Scarab reached up and grabbed Prismo's shoulders, holding him in place, "Would this also make you overwhelmed?" he inquired, oblivious to Prismo's burning face. He treated this like a science experiment.

"Uh..." he wriggled his shoulders around uncomfortably, "Yes? B-but not that much cause like um -- It's, I have my shoulders covered!" he gave Scarab an unconvincing smile.

"What if," he took one hand off and touched Prismo's cheek, "Hm." he rubbed it gently with his thumb. The heat radiating from his cheeks was now completely obvious to Scarab. He planned on abusing this information.

"W-whatcha doing bro?"

"Your face is warm. Do you feel ill?" he smiled, knowing the real reason why Prismo's face was red.

"Nah -- no! Of course not, I-I feel great!" his body stiffened up. He could feel Scarab push himself closer. The bug was even standing on his toes to level with Prismo's face.

"Curious~" he ran his thumb over Prismo's bottom lip, "Whatever could be the reason for your warm face then?" he teased.

"A-ah, um --- I," He could barely form a cohesive sentence. All of his thoughts spilled out of his head, there was only warm mush left in there. His limbs felt numb and shaky, adrenaline filled his human body like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Scarab leaned closer, only a few inches away from Prismo's face. With the tension rising, he prepared his lips for a kiss from Scarab, pressing his eyes together tightly.

Now for the fun part, Scarab had removed his human disguise, returning to his normal bug self. He pretended to be angry at Prismo's 'odd expression', "What are you doing?" his heart dropped immediately, and Scarab startled the poor man to his very core.

"NOTHING!" Prismo pushed himself away from Scarab, the hard exoskeleton being rather immobile. The shove sent him stumbling backward, "It was nothing! Sorry! I'm sorry-"

Scarab chuckled, "Come on," he turned to continue walking, "Let's just get to the Time Room already."

"Right! Yes, back to business as usual! Nothing weird going on at all, very good idea Scarabby-" he shuffled over, walking close behind him. Messing around with Prismo's feelings got a kick out of Scarab. Not that he didn't want to reciprocate, but it wouldn't be fun if he just handed himself over so easily. If Prismo wanted this, which he clearly does being as desperate for attention as he is, he'd have to fight for it.

Part 2 ->

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beelz-bub · 7 months

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Hello again Prohibitedwish nation, got a part 2 for Ya :D

Here's part 1 🫡

*it's SFW btw, nothing crazy

"Bigger than it seems"

(The pair reach the Time room and assist someone with a wish. Prismo gets a new perspective of the place.)

The stairway slides open, and the pair step inside the Time Room. The entrance slammed shut behind them when Prismo moved his hand commanding it to do so. "It's a lot more stairs when you aren't just gliding across the walls, haha-" Prismo said exasperatedly.

"You're at least tall enough to walk up them normally!" Scarab huffed, his bug legs can only bend at a certain angle.

"Ahem."

An unfamiliar voice cut through their brief conversation. The stranger alarming Prismo, he assured Scarab no one would be there, and now he looks rather foolish. Prismo gasped, "Ah! Oh my glob I'm so sorry man, did you want a wish?" he asked, hurrying over to the stranger.

"Yes. Where is Prismo?" they gestured at the walls, "He fails to be here! I was promised a malevolent Wishmaster of great size and power, and arrive at this decrepit pit with no one here!" they shout, stamping their cane into the ground.

"Uh, well, you see," he fiddled with his hands, "I'm Prismo. I'll uh, grant your wish for you if you want,"

"Tsk," they laughed, "You're Prismo? What a disgrace!"

Normally Scarab would've laughed and agreed with the stranger, but he was oddly offended by this accurate statement. He pushed Prismo out of the way, "Did you want a wish, or not?" he looked down at the rude little pest, "Just spit out what you want and leave." he hissed, pure hatred filling his lungs.

Unnerved by Scarab's abrasive and cold attitude they obeyed, "Ah, w-well-" and stepped back, "I wish to increase my fortune by any means necessary!"

Prismo smiled, "Wish granted," he snapped his fingers, the creature fading out of the room into his wish-altered reality. Immediately the TV wall hissed with static, and the creature appeared, kneeling on the ground "My mansion! My beautiful house!" it cried, "All for this stupid card full of nothing!"

Scarab watched this all unfold, then turned to Prismo, "What did you do?"

He giggled, "They did say 'any means'~" Prismo picked up the remote, changing the channel to a cloudy sky, "They wanted to increase their wealth so I sold everything they had and put it all in the bank!"

"Could they just not buy it back?"

"I converted everything to money, everything is gone and he can't get it back. Also, the card is locked~"

"Huh," Scarab remarked, "Impressive." he nudged Prismo in the shoulder playfully, "Really working that malevolent wish magic huh?"

Prismo's gut felt fluttery at the compliment, "Heh, oh well it was nothing, just the usual~"

"You do good work for being as lazy as you are." Scarab stepped away, cracking his arms and back in some kind of odd means of stretching. It sounded like his bones were snapping, very disturbing.

"Ew," Prismo whispered to himself, "Hey, why don't you put that human disguise back on?" he walked in front of Scarab.

"Why?"

"Well, uh," he tried to think of some sort of justification, "I don't think you'd want to be seen hanging around me when I'm like this. Might get in trouble, so uh, just to be safe! Y'know?"

"Hm... That's some sound reasoning, very well." he did his thing, returning to that odd human form. It was different but nice. A lot softer than Scarab's usual bug-self. Not that Prismo hated it, but it was harder to read Scarab's emotions with that mask on. Scarab ran his fingers through his hair, pulling away after feeling how odd it was, "So what did you even want to do?"

"Oh! Uhm," Prismo squinted his eyes and looked around. Something about the place made him feel strange. The Time Room was a lot larger than it usually was. It was like Prismo shrunk down into a tiny little flea on the ground. The room seemed so much smaller in his usual form, "Huh, does this look weird to you too?" he asked, not really expecting a response. Just speaking out loud to himself.

"It looks the same as it always has."

"I dunno, everything feels so much bigger," he reached out his hand, "I mean look at the TV wall, it's huge! Like totally massive. Dude is this what you guys see all the time?"

"Yes?" Scarab stood beside him, "Finally witnessing what it's like to be small?"

"Yeah, man! This is crazy..." he spun around, taking in the size of the place. While he spun around, arms wide, he bumped into the jacuzzi, "Oof-"

"Ugh, what's wrong with you," Scarab mumbled, although internally, he did find Prismo rather funny. He wouldn't be caught dead laughing in front of him.

Prismo, however, began laughing hysterically, "Ah man, I really just did that!" he put his hands on the edge of the pool, "Hm... Hey Scarabby?"

"What?"

"You wanna take a dip with me?" he asked, reaching around his robe to pull it off.

"Ugh, no." he crossed his arms, looking away.

"Suit yourself, heh." he tossed off his undershirt, "Suit~" he giggled at his stupid pun.

"You are honestly so childish-" he turned around to see a shirtless Prismo struggle to get into the spa without falling in. He was immediately hit with several emotions that shot him directly in the heart. His gut reaction was to laugh. Scarab let out the most exasperated laugh, then began to get angry with himself that he let that slip, "Why are you getting in the water while still wearing pants you moron!?" he yelled, his heart beating out of his chest. He was angry at himself, his attempts at getting into the jacuzzi while still wearing pants were so funny to him. Prismo didn't need to know that, he didn't need to know about any reciprocated feelings. He was the one in control here.

"It's called..." he plopped himself in the water successfully, "I'll just dry 'em after~" he giggled, resting his arms on the edge of the pool. Scarab stood there with his pale face redder than a tomato much to his chagrin. Prismo tilted his head, "You looking a little hot over there Scarabby, you need to cool off some-"

"What did you just say to me?!" he hissed, completely embarrassed.

"Cool off bud!" Prismo stood up and splashed some of the water on Scarab.

"Augh!" he dodged the attack, "Stop that!!"

"Common~ lighten up!" he laid back, resting on the side so he could still see Scarab, "Ahh man," he sighed, closing his eyes, "That's nice... I've never felt it like this before. I think I'm getting used to these feelings all over my body man. Before it was like, kaboom! Bunch of new sensations all over my bod, but now it's like, woah! So cool-" he chuckled, "You had me all nervous before, but I think I should be good now. Y'know, in case you wanna hold hands again!"

He snarled, "Wh- why would I want to do that-!?" Scarab was frozen in place, unable to reconcile with his emotions.

"Haha!" Prismo laughed, his little hand covering his mouth, "You're so cute Scarabby~"

"I gHH-" he slammed his mouth shut with a hiss of frustration. Scarab balled his hands up into a fist, stumbling over to the spa, gripping the edge tightly while pointing at Prismo, "STOP TALKING!" His hand shook, "I loathe you to my core! You PEST, you ROT! I will rip you apart piece by piece until you are nothing but pink shreds in my claws!"

Prismo smiled, swimming over to him, and looking at him directly in the face. Scarab had pulled away as he did so. He stared into the flustered bug's eyes, holding this for a painful 10 seconds before reaching over and pecking him on the cheek. He swam back to his original spot in the jacuzzi, watching Scarab's reaction with glee.

Scarab had completely ceased, taking a minute to even process what had just happened. The rage that filled his confused mess of a brain had pushed him to attack. How dare Prismo do such a thing, it was a violation of everything he was working towards. He growled, "I'LL KILL YOU!" pushing himself over the edge, and lunging at Prismo. His claws were ready to grab him by the throat and tear him apart.

Luckily, Prismo had swiftly moved out of the way, the poor bug splashing right into the water. He moved to the other end of the spa laughing, "Hey, now you can't make fun of me anymore, you're in here with your whole suit on!" he laughed.

Scarab stood up, his arms wide out to his sides while he dripped like a soaking wet cat, "Ugh," he gritted his teeth, "I really, really hate you."

"Hehe~" a grin stretched across his face, "Alright -- let's get outta here." he stood up, walked to the edge, getting out and dripping on the floor like a wet dish. He stood there immobile for a second, "Yeesh! What is this?" he shivered, holding himself close together, "It's like my body is being stabbed with a bunch of little knives. It's so strange, ugh, it like hurts!" he looked at Scarab with pleading eyes, "W-what is this?"

He stepped out in a similar fashion, except he didn't shiver like Prismo, who stood there shivering like a dog, "You're cold." the water cooled him off a lot, he was now calm and collected. This was mostly due to Prismo's pathetic shivering.

"C-c-cold?" he reached over to his robe, Scarab jumping out of his way. Prismo touched the warm robe, bundling himself up immediately, "I don't like being cold man, this sucks, like really bad." he sniffled, "Hey! Why aren't you cold?"

"I'm cold-blooded. I'm not affected by temperature like you are."

"Oh," he sniffled again, "Maybe I shouldn't have gone in without a towel or something."

"Yeah." Scarab lifted his soggy suit, "Ugh -- can you dry us off?"

"Oh, you're so right!" he lit up, snapping his fingers. The two were now nice and dry. Prismo felt a comfortable warmth return to his human flesh, "Ahh... Much better." he slipped his arms through the robe, "Wanna go on an adventure Scarabby?"

He sighed, "I suppose."

"Great!" the two had their forms separated into a bunch of multicolored rectangles, traveling throughout time and space to a location that only Prismo knew.

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