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cyber-streak-extra · 2 years ago

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More Fetch :) The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Focus

Description: Oswald’s life becomes even more interesting when the animatronic dog joins his family.

After retrieving what he’d heard about being discussed over the texts, Fetch patiently sat. His tail wagged behind him. The animatronic dog wondered how lucky it could be.

He heard one of the doors to the house open, and sure enough, Fetch spotted him. His tail continued to wag. The boy began to approach.

Yet, as he did so, Fetch could feel his tail slowly starting to stop. Was something the matter? As the boy approached, he didn’t... there was something with his face.

Fetch tilted his head.

...

Fetch whimpered, twitching as the animatronic dog lay on the covers of the bed. With how he was moving, if one focused enough, it would look as if he was attempting to run.

When he started to feel a sensation on his head—a hand—gentle—Fetch opened up his eyes, and looked up.

He was greeted by the sight of Oswald. With one hand, he was using it to pet him, while the boy was using the other one to use his phone—he seemed to be texting someone.

Slowly, the animatronic dog began to stand up, and that was when Oswald stopped. He looked up from his phone, and towards Fetch. “I didn’t know that you could sleep.”

Fetch barked. He was capable—the animatronic dog had always been—it was rather nice. He’d slept a lot back before he’d been found back at the old Pizzeria—there hadn’t been much to do.

Once he was up, he started moving closer to Oswald—wanting to lay across his lap—only for the boy to climb out of his bed before Fetch could do so. Fetch blinked.

“It kinda seemed like you were having a nightmare, too.” The boy frowned. “Didn’t know you could do that, either.”

Fetch jumped off of the bed, joining Oswald’s side. That’s what it had been? The dog stretched. He understood what they were, but the animatronic had never experienced one.

Until now, at least. Fetch never recalled having a normal dream, either.

“Spring Bonnie,” Oswald called out. As he started leaving the room, Fetch followed after him.

...

Fetch’s tail wouldn’t stop wagging.

When the group finally reached the house, Spring Bonnie moved to open the door—Oswald couldn’t, since he’d been carrying the animatronic dog the whole way back.

Fetch turned, licking at Oswald’s face as the bunny opened the front door. From the corner of the dog’s eyes, he saw the cat rush inside first.

He didn’t understand why the cat had been hissing at him for the whole time. All he’d been wanting to do was play with her—Fetch hadn’t wanted to hurt her or anything.

He’d just wanted to play.

Oswald, still carrying him, walked in after her, followed by Spring Bonnie, who made sure to close and lock the front door.

“Hey, Mom,” Oswald grinned. Fetch turned to look on ahead, and spotted a lady sitting on a couch, turned away from the TV, and looking at the three.

“Oswald, what is that?” She stood, and made her way over—making sure that the TV was still paused, so that she wouldn’t miss anything.

Fetch wiggled around in Oswald’s grasp—and after a few seconds, the boy carefully sat him down. Fetch barked, trotting over to Jackie’s side.

He stood up on his hind legs, and his front ones wobbled in the air before he placed them against Jackie. “An animatronic puppy,” Oswald answered, still grinning.

Jackie knelt down slowly, awkwardly smiling at the excited animatronic. “His name’s Fetch,” Oswald continued to explain, as his mother began to slowly pet Fetch.

“We found him while we were looking for Jinx.”

“Well... that’s interesting,” Jackie commented. Fetch rolled, exposing his stomach. She smiled, and began to rub the animatronic dog’s stomach. His tail still showed no sign of stopping.

“Sooo...” Oswald started moving closer—he’d already asked Spring Bonnie, but he needed to ask them all. “Can we keep him?”

...

Fetch walked by Oswald’s side, only stopping when Oswald did. The two of them were in the living room now. The lights were off, but there was still enough light.

Over on the couch, Spring Bonnie lay across it, his head against one of the rests. He was holding Ralpho—who was asleep—close to him. The TV was completely off.

When Oswald started to move again, so did Fetch. Looking up at the table nearby, the animatronic dog just barely spotted Ralpho’s hat on top of it.

Fetch remembered what happened a couple of days ago—although he’d never been there for the entirety of everything, he’d seen the aftermath.

He’d been in the middle of trying to get Jinx to play with him, when the front door had been opened in a hurry. He saw Spring Bonnie—who had also left in a hurry earlier that day.

He saw Oswald, too, and Ralpho. Ralpho’s leg was missing. Well—it was there, Fetch had noticed, but it just wasn’t on the rabbit himself.

The only thing that the dog could do was watch and listen. He remembered, before Oswald had found him—when he was still with Greg—how he had been able to protect the boy from another dog.

Fetch had wanted to help. He’d helped before—like how he had done Oswald’s homework a couple of times. Although, he wasn’t sure how well he could help with the limb situation.

Spring Bonnie turned to look at the two of them. “How’s he doing?” Oswald questioned. He didn’t want to wake the orange rabbit up.

Keeping one arm around Ralpho, Spring Bonnie used his other hand to write something down in the notepad that he typically carried. Fetch watched.

“Doing a little better.” Spring Bonnie had answered.

Oswald moved a little closer. “But what about you?”

...

Oswald groaned. He stared at the sheet of paper in front of him. It was for math—but he was having a rather difficult time with it, it seemed.

It had both a front and back side to it, but he’d barely gotten anything done for the front side. Next to him was a blank piece of paper—his teacher had given it to him—for him to write anything if it helped him.

“I’m going to get a snack...” Oswald sighed. He got off of his bed, taking his phone—he’d been texting in a chat with Ben and Gabrielle—and left the room.

Fetch watched as the boy left, before turning to look down at the math paper. The animatronic dog’s tail wagged—he got an idea.

He hopped off of the bed, and looked around—he’d seen the pen that Oswald was using fall off a few moments prior. Oswald had accidentally nudged it off without knowing.

When Fetch spotted it—nearly completely under the bed—he moved closer, carefully picking it up with his mouth, and hopped back onto the bed.

...

When Oswald returned to his room, he spotted Fetch on the ground near his bed, in the middle of chasing after his own tail.

He reached down, giving the animatronic dog a quick little pat, before climbing back into bed. He wasn’t all that excited to continue with his math homework.

Although, when he looked down at the sheet of paper, he was rather surprised. It was all... completed. He turned it, and it was the same for the backside.

Then, he noticed something about the extra piece of paper. It wasn’t blank any longer. In fact, it had a little message on it, right in the middle.

“Ur WC :]”

Blinking, Oswald turned away from the papers, and down at Fetch, who had stopped chasing after his tail. He stared up at the boy, smiling, tail wagging.

...

Fetch heard footsteps—they were both rather light sounding. He stared at the door way, tail already beginning to wag excitedly.

Oswald entered first after a moment, and he was looking behind him. Fetch moved a little closer to the door.

Then, she entered. It was a girl with curly black hair—Fetch could guess that she was around Oswald’s age—and that the two had to know each other.

“Gabrielle, this-“ Oswald had started, only to stop when Fetch rushed past him, and straight towards her.

Fetch jumped at the girl—Gabrielle—excitedly. He ended up causing her to fall back into the ground. Excitedly, Fetch began to lick her face, his tail wagging faster.

Gabrielle laughed in surprise. With Fetch still licking her, she sat up—one hand on the floor, while the other was atop the dog’s head. She looked towards Oswald.

“This-“ The girl moved her hand, and began to scratch under Fetch’s chin, and his tail quickened. “-is Fetch, right?”

Oswald nodded. Then, he patted the area where he was. “Fetch, c’mere!” He called towards the dog.

Fetch looked between the two. With two final excited licks, he hopped off of Gabrielle, and trotted over to the boy, who gave him a pat on the head.

“He’s cute,” Gabrielle smiled, standing back up—as she did so, she made sure to retrieve her book that she’d dropped a few moments prior.

“I’ve always wanted to have a dog,” She made her way over to Fetch and Oswald, “But both my Mom and Dad are allergic to them.”

“Oh.” Oswald nodded, and sat down on his bed. He placed everything down in front of him, and Gabrielle joined him. Fetch watched, staying on the floor.

When Oswald spoke again, it was directly to the dog. “Fetch, this is my friend, Gabrielle. We’re supposed to be working on something together for school.”

“Several things, really.” Gabrielle commented, keeping the book close to her.

“You know...” Oswald was grinning. He looked down at Fetch, and so did Gabrielle. Fetch stared up at them both.

“Fetch can help us.”

“He can?”

Fetch seemed to smile. The dog jumped up onto the bed, sitting beside Gabrielle, and staring down at what the two had brought.

Oswald nodded. “Watch.”

...

“I’m fine, Oz.” Ralpho reassured, having woken up a few moments prior. Although, as he spoke, Fetch had noticed how he seemed to say it while staring at Spring Bonnie.

Ralpho reached over, ruffling Oswald’s hair, before reaching further down to give the animatronic dog a little pet. Then, he put his hand back across his stomach.

As he shifted positions—changing to lay on his stomach instead of his back, with his head under Spring Bonnie’s chin, the rabbit added, “Tired, though.”

Spring Bonnie wrapped his arms back around the rabbit—for a second, they seemed to be shaking—and the dog wondered why. Did Oswald see that?

“Okay.” Oswald nodded. He opened his mouth to try and say something else—but nothing came out, and he turned away. Fetch could see him frowning.

Oswald seemed to be going back to his room, by the looks of it, yet Fetch didn’t follow after the boy. Instead, he remained in the living room.

Despite both Spring Bonnie and Ralpho being on the couch, there was still a good amount of room left on it—and Fetch jumped up onto it.

...

“You brought a frisbee?” Oswald asked. As he stepped outside to join Gabrielle, Fetch and Spring Bonnie accompanied him.

Gabrielle nodded. “Fetch!” She called out to the animatronic—who happily began running over to the girl, tail wagging—which was quite typical.

Right before he got to her, he heard the girl repeat the word “Fetch!” before tossing the white and black frisbee.

Fetch watched the frisbee fly past him and Oswald—stopping when it ended up hitting Spring Bonnie in the face, before falling to the ground.

The animatronic dog turned back to look at Gabrielle. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“Oh!” Gabrielle exclaimed. Oswald couldn’t help but snicker a little bit. She started hurrying over to Spring Bonnie, who had picked up the frisbee.

“I’m so sorry!” She apologized, frowning. When she reached the bunny, he was holding out two things—the frisbee, and his notepad.

“It’s okay, it didn’t hurt.”

Nodding, Gabrielle took the frisbee from Spring Bonnie, who put his notepad back in one of his pockets.

She turned around, looking at Oswald—so was Fetch.

“He’s not gonna fetch anything,” Oswald told her, walking over, and scratching Fetch behind one of his ears. “He’ll just stare and not do anything.”

“Oh.” Gabrielle hummed, before sitting down beside Fetch, and holding out the old frisbee. “Still want it, Fetch? You don’t have to go get it.”

...

There was enough room on the couch so that he could lay right by Spring Bonnie and Ralpho—the animatronic dog wasn’t worried about falling off.

Glancing back at the two, it seemed that the rabbit had already fallen back asleep. Spring Bonnie, on the other hand, was awake. He kept his focus on the rabbit in his arms.

Looking away from them, Fetch shifted around on the couch, before staring towards the front door of the house and the windows.

He’d never seen the bear before—only hearing of him by listening to Oswald—but Fetch knew that Funtime Freddy was dangerous. From listening, he knew that Oswald had been captured once before the bear’s return.

Fetch kept his focus towards the front of the house. Maybe he could help try to keep Oswald and them safe—he knew it was what Spring Bonnie wanted to do, too.

The most he’d protected someone from had been a rather angry dog—but maybe he could help with the large, broken (from what he’d heard) animatronic bear.

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lgctaeha · 2 years ago

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╭ ✿ MTBD ! ╯

TEAM UNKNOWN 002 ; RAP LESSONS

"I can do it better! Really - !"

Taeha's silenced by the swift wave of two manicured fingers and a firm shhh! The coach's eyes are fixed on the iPad placed on the table between them, the sound of Taeha's first try at performing a few rap snippets filling the room. She's never been one to shy away from reviewing her performances, but listening to herself now was almost as excruciating as sitting through her first year communications lectures. The coach finally pauses the clip and hums. It was one of those hums. The kind of 'hum' that signals to a trainee already bursting at the seams with nerves that what she just presented was nothing short of -

'Impressive.'

"Wh - what?"

The coach nods once, scribbling a few quick notes onto the notepad at her side. 'You've improved a lot already.'

"R - really?! So... you - You don't hate it?"

'I do not,' the coach's usually stern tone softens, but her hand continues to steadily move along the lines of the page, leaving Taeha on edge. 'Relax. This isn't an evaluation. Breathe. In and out.' Taeha promptly obliges, sucking in a deep breath and quickly pushing it out, her shoulders drooping forward a bit. How long had she even been holding her breath for?! 'We still have a lot of work to do,' the coach adds, sliding the device across the table for Taeha to view. 'I want you to rewatch this section, but without sound.'

Although she can't help responding with a slight frown, she nods and leans forward to watch the clip with somewhat of an open mind. It is a bit bizarre to see herself this way - Brows furrowed and head moving this way and that, her hands flailing somewhat wildly in various gestures. Her coach reaches over to pause. 'What do you think?'

"I think... I think that I definitely need to work on my facial expressions? I look a bit..."

'Ridiculous? Yes." Wouldn't be her first choice of descriptor, but there was little room to argue. Taeha shrinks in her seat, fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I guess.. I was just really trying to be like the artists you sent me? I watched so many performances and everyone is just so... It just seems so..." she trails off, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "I... I just don't know if I'm cut out for this kind of thing? I'm not really - I'm not very - "

'Uh huh,' the coach hums once again, pen still going. Taeha leans forward, trying to take a quick peek but the notepad is quickly tucked under the coach's chin. 'If you think you're not cut out for this kind of thing, then you're not.' Her heart sinks in her chest, eyes already beginning to well at the coach's instant ( a little too instant, if you'd asked her ) agreement. 'But,' she adds, playing the clip once more. There's a brief moment at the end of her reel where'd she'd clearly forgotten a lyric. She glances off camera into space, first staring blankly and then putting on a bright grin as the words finally come to her, wiggling back into center with her eye smile in full view. 'That. That did not look ridiculous. That is a Taeha that's cut out for this. That is rapper Taeha I want to see.'

"You... you want me to forget my lines?!"

'N - No, Taeha. I want you to be yourself! That's the whole reason you were chosen for this role. If we wanted another Kim Nayoon or CL, we would've gotten an impressionist. We want to see what you bring to the rap position. In this entire reel all I saw you do was mimic what you think a good rapper looks like. But that girl -' she emphasizes with a tap of her nail against the screen. 'That girl has the potential to be a great rapper. If she learns to relax. Breath in and out.'

Taeha gives a hum of her own, swiping away the tear that had still threatened to slip down her cheek - this time in relief instead of worry. "Breathe in and out," she repeats, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

'Good. Now, I want to hear you do those lines again, bar for bar, without all the... Whatever that was,' the coach chuckles, navigating to her sounds to play the selected track. Taeha sits back up in her seat, eyes wide and silently reminding herself to just breathe.

#╰ ❮ ❀ legacy ⁄ team unknown ; ❯#lgc:lgcgirlsjapan #( wc: 751 )#( side note: her coach is literally just drawing a bunny this entire time )

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