Daycare AU: Robbie
(Eeeeyyy lookie another Daycare AU fic. This one is from the zombabe’s pov. Anti just wants a friend):
Robbie enjoys a few things. And he doesn’t enjoy another few things.
The few things he enjoys include but are kind of limited to: the sound of crayons on paper, everything about his best friend Marvin, and Schneeplestein’s funny accent.
The few things he doesn’t enjoy includes but isn’t limited to: his hands falling off constantly, not seeing like everyone else, and Jack not letting him eat proper food. He can get quite hungry, but Jack only will let him eat… chicken. He doesn’t like chicken, raw or cooked.
He doesn’t mind being in this “daycare room” all day as long as he has Marvin or Schneeple nearby. They always help him walk around and give him crayons and things to draw on. Marvin always holds his hand when he can’t see and Schneeple helps put his limbs back on if they fall off.
He also does like Jackieboy and Chase sometimes. Jackieboy is fun to chase while playing “cops and robbers”(when he’s actually not a robber) and Chase is a fun person to hang out with. Chase lets him shoot with his gun even though he can’t see and they run from Jack when he gets mad at them for having a nerf gun in the first place.
Currently Robbie is sitting at one of the tables outside with an open book and is scribbling all across its pages. Jack is beside him, watching all of the kids and Wiishu is playing with them. Robbie doesn’t normally play outside unless it’s some sort of chase game but they’re playing a kind of sport… something with kicking a ball. He doesn’t know.
“What are you drawing, Rob?” Jack asks the zombie child sitting beside who shrugs in response.
“Don’…. know?” He said with a shrug and turns the book towards Jack. “You.. tell? I can’t… see..”
Jack hums and picks up the book from the table to observe it more closely. Robbie keeps an eye on him, not wanting the Irishman to hurt his favorite book. “Hhmmm,” Jack hums and sets the book back down. Robbie takes t and resumes drawing. “It actually looks kinda like a cat to me.”
“I… draw… cat!” Robbie exclaimed happily and curves his hand to try and capture the look of cat. Even though he can’t see if he should have done that or not. He could have just messed up the entire picture for all he knows.
Jack chuckles and Robbie continue to draw until suddenly Jackieboy comes running over and slaps the child zombie. “Tag! You’re it!” He shouts and runs off, laughing loudly.
Robbie pushes from the table sloppily and nearly falls face first on the ground. His hands and feet brush against the dirt covered earth as he launches himself forward at Jackieboy, letting out a loud roar of excitement. He maybe a zombie child, but he can move surprisingly quickly when he so chooses to.
Jackieboy leads him to the rest of the playground and now he can smell the rest of the kids including Anti and he kind of wants to go after the demon child. Though, he does end up going after the closest one. This being Chase.
He chases after Chase(no pun intended) and catches up with the other kid quickly, basically tackling him to the ground. The impact causes one of his entire arms to pop out of socket but he’s too invested in the game now and continues running forward after getting back to his feet, doing his best to not trip on anything. Because it is currently so cold, everything’s colors are all dull and dark and hard to tell apart. Though, he can’t feel the cold, he can smell it for sure.
“Hey! You lost your arm!” Chase called after him but he doesn’t care because he’s already on the other side of the playground and turning the corner around the building to hide. He’s played this game enough to know what you’re supposed to do. Run and hide when you’re not “it”, and chase and catch when you are “it”.
When he fully turns the corner he trips over a small and dull red lump which had blended in with the rest of the ground. He goes toppling back down with someone underneath him, breaking his fall and also letting out a noise of frustration.
“What the-!” The owner of the voice cuts himself off before he can say anything he’ll regret. Robbie connects the dots of this being Anti. The demon child always does enjoy either hiding further away from the others, or picking on them. It must be a day where he wants to be alone. Though, Robbie notices how cold he is and knows it’s not healthy. “Oh, Robbie… what are you doing?”
He doesn’t sound as aggressive as he normally does with the other kids, ether. This is partly helped by the fact that he doesn’t mind Robbie’s presence as much, actually. Probably because he’s a zombie that doesn’t catch as much as the others think. But he does catch stuff. A lot of stuff. But hey, the demon gives him crayons(as long as he swears not to tell anyone) and that’s cool with the zombie.
“I…. hidin’!” He replied, pointing to the corner he’d just come from even though he’s still later out face first on the ground. He can never really pick himself up unless, well, he was running like he had been earlier. “Chassse… isss it!”
Anti scoffs and helps Robbie sit up, which the zombie is grateful for. “You’re playing that stupid game again, huh?” He asked and Robbie shrugs in answer. “Why don’t you… why don’t you hang out with me more?”
“Caussse… you never… want to!” Robbie replied softly and this fact has actually bothered him for quite some time now. Anti sighs heavily next to him and they both sit awkwardly beside one another. Just because they’re both okay with the other’s presence, doesn’t mean they actually know how to handle themselves. “You… yell at me… if I ever get… near you!”
“Yeah cause you’re always with the magician idiot,” Anti pointed out grumpily, pulling his knees close to his chest. Robbie frowns because he doesn’t like the way Anti calls Marvin an idiot.
“Marvin…. isssss…. my… bessst friend! He… issssnt… idiot!” Robbie growled out, quickly losing his “dumbness”. He’ll be passive for an extent. For a long extent. That is, until someone insults something he enjoys. “He… isssss way better… friend than you… too!”
Anti falls silent and Robbie can smell the sadness on him and okay maybe he feels a little guilty for saying that but Anti is always saying mean things about everyone else but never apologizing so why should he?
“Yeah… I stink as a friend…” Anti said finally in agreement.
“Yeah,” Robbie said with a nod.
“You’re not supposed to agree!” Anti shouted, obviously offended. “Eh, I don’t know why I try with you-”
“You… don't… really?” Robbie said in question, tilting his head to the side. Anti pushes to his feet, clearly outraged in his movements.
“I try with everyone!” He exclaimed and is pulling at his hair. “But- but no one ever gives me a chance! They always yell at me and tell me to go away before I can talk! Before I can offer them to play! An- and it m-makes me-” his voice cuts off in a small sob and Robbie’s eyes widen at the sound. He never believed that he’d hear Anti on the verge of tears.
The demon child wipes at his nose in frustration with his shirt sleeve, sniffling in a breath. “Isn’t like you… care though,” Anti said, voice merely shaking now. “You’ve- you’ve got Marvin and- and Schneeple and- and-”
But Anti is cut off when Robbie has somehow stood up on his own, wrapping his remaining arm around the demon child’s shoulders. Anti falls silent before his body begins to shake and he slowly and hesitantly returns the hug, crying softly. They stand like this for a few minutes before Anti finally pulls back, once more wiping at his face with his shirt sleeve. His eyes harden a little and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Yeah okay I want friends,” Anti finally said and his voice isn’t shaking anymore. He jabs a finger into Robbie’s chest, “But you better not tell anyone or I’ll break all of your crayons!”
“I…. I can… be your friend… unlesss you… break my… crayonsss…” Robbie pointed out in a mutter, back slouching slightly because he’s so tired from all of the physical and emotional activity he’s had today. He normally only receives physical because most people don’t go to a zombie child for emotional support. This might have happened because Anti and Robbie are sort of kindred spirits- both normally feared creatures stuck in the forms of human children.
“R- really?” Anti asked and he sounds so shocked, so confused. At Robbie’s nod a large grin splits across his face. “O-okay. What do friends normally do together?”
Robbie shrugs and then Anti is grabbing his hand. “Okay! Maybe we could figure out what to do for both of us?” He said questioningly, as if checking if that’s the correct thing to say. Robbie nods and the demon child lets out a noise of excitement before growing serious once more: “Just don’t tell anyone. I kinda want them to still be scared of me?”
And with that the two go running off to do something with one another.
A demon and zombie child. What could possibly go wrong?
I love my babe
Zombie baby boy!
I took your advice lmao