[Secret Santa] "Get 'Em, Piggy!" for hakumei_kouu
Title: Get ‘Em, Piggy!
For: hakumei_kouu
Request: Request #3: Nyan-tan getting payback on Neku for calling him a pig? xD;
Rating: PG
Notes: This was a fun prompt. :3 Hope you like it!
Neku thought Shiki could sew really well, and he’d only called Mr. Mew a pig because that first week was full of him being a jerk to everyone. The thing was a little funny shaped, sure, but it didn’t have a curly tail and it was black, so you’d have to be a total moron to think it actually was a pig. Not that he would ever tell Shiki that.
What he still didn’t understand was how he had worked for her as a psych, or how the thing showed up everywhere. Neku would walk into Shiki’s house to find the black plushie seated on some nearby object and seeming to be staring at him as he walked in. Then he’d walk up to Shiki’s room, and the plush would be on her shelf. He’d ask how it has gotten there so fast, but the brown haired girl would frown and say she hadn’t moved him. For now, Neku was assuming Joshua was being an asshole and moving the thing around to just to mess with him.
It got steadily creepier, however, over the next few weeks. Shiki would even swear that she put him down or didn’t bring him places, and he would still be there. Just staring at Neku.
After one visit to Neku’s house, the teen went back to his room to find Mr. Mew sitting on his bed. Not wanting to keep the thing here until they all met up again next week, he pulled out his phone and called Shiki.
“Hello?” she replied when she picked up.
“You left your piggy over here,” he replied, watching the thing to make sure it didn’t move when his back was turned.
Shiki had stopped correcting him at this point. “Oh, so that’s where he is. Well, I’m glad you found him. But my curfew’s past now so I can’t come get him tonight. Can I pick him up tomorrow?”
Ok, that was a reasonable request. It’s not like the thing could attack him, right? “Are you sure you can’t do it now?” But you never know.
“Yes, I’m sure.” She giggled. “Don’t worry, he’s a toy. It’s not like he’s gonna to attack you or anything... at least, not in the RG. I already tried.”
Unsurprisingly, that didn’t make him feel much better. “Alright. I’ll keep him overnight.”
He hung up and put the thing on his desk, squishing it between his textbooks and his many bottles of paint. Keeping an eye on it, Neku got ready for bed. Mr. Mew didn’t budge, and the teen turned off the lights to go to sleep.
The next morning, Neku sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes to feel that there was something... wet on his face. Pulling his hands away, he looked down to see them covered in red.
He jumped up and rushed towards the bathroom and stared in the mirror. His face was absolutely covered in paint-- there seemed to be a couple of layers to it and everything.
It took him all morning to get the stuff off his face, and then he got a lecture from Shiki about getting paint on her precious plushie’s paws.
For: hakumei_kouu
Request: Request #3: Nyan-tan getting payback on Neku for calling him a pig? xD;
Rating: PG
Notes: This was a fun prompt. :3 Hope you like it!
Neku thought Shiki could sew really well, and he’d only called Mr. Mew a pig because that first week was full of him being a jerk to everyone. The thing was a little funny shaped, sure, but it didn’t have a curly tail and it was black, so you’d have to be a total moron to think it actually was a pig. Not that he would ever tell Shiki that.
What he still didn’t understand was how he had worked for her as a psych, or how the thing showed up everywhere. Neku would walk into Shiki’s house to find the black plushie seated on some nearby object and seeming to be staring at him as he walked in. Then he’d walk up to Shiki’s room, and the plush would be on her shelf. He’d ask how it has gotten there so fast, but the brown haired girl would frown and say she hadn’t moved him. For now, Neku was assuming Joshua was being an asshole and moving the thing around to just to mess with him.
It got steadily creepier, however, over the next few weeks. Shiki would even swear that she put him down or didn’t bring him places, and he would still be there. Just staring at Neku.
After one visit to Neku’s house, the teen went back to his room to find Mr. Mew sitting on his bed. Not wanting to keep the thing here until they all met up again next week, he pulled out his phone and called Shiki.
“Hello?” she replied when she picked up.
“You left your piggy over here,” he replied, watching the thing to make sure it didn’t move when his back was turned.
Shiki had stopped correcting him at this point. “Oh, so that’s where he is. Well, I’m glad you found him. But my curfew’s past now so I can’t come get him tonight. Can I pick him up tomorrow?”
Ok, that was a reasonable request. It’s not like the thing could attack him, right? “Are you sure you can’t do it now?” But you never know.
“Yes, I’m sure.” She giggled. “Don’t worry, he’s a toy. It’s not like he’s gonna to attack you or anything... at least, not in the RG. I already tried.”
Unsurprisingly, that didn’t make him feel much better. “Alright. I’ll keep him overnight.”
He hung up and put the thing on his desk, squishing it between his textbooks and his many bottles of paint. Keeping an eye on it, Neku got ready for bed. Mr. Mew didn’t budge, and the teen turned off the lights to go to sleep.
The next morning, Neku sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes to feel that there was something... wet on his face. Pulling his hands away, he looked down to see them covered in red.
He jumped up and rushed towards the bathroom and stared in the mirror. His face was absolutely covered in paint-- there seemed to be a couple of layers to it and everything.
It took him all morning to get the stuff off his face, and then he got a lecture from Shiki about getting paint on her precious plushie’s paws.