Anyone remember the little AU I made in which Jacob and Oscar met? It’s been quite some time since I wrote out that cute little encounter, but I’ve started some work on a follow up between the pair. For now, the second story doesn’t have an actual title, but that can come later. Enjoy a sneak peek!
Oscar fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other in the wall vent. His gaze fixed on the opening into a motel room that no longer seemed quite the same as it had for years. The furniture hadn’t moved, and the dustbunny forest under the beds hadn’t been vacuumed up. The light from the window hit the carpet with the same muffled intensity as always.
No, the room was different now because a human that knew about him was staying there. It was both terrifying and confusing, and Oscar couldn’t decide which feeling was more prominent.
On one hand, a human knowing about him meant they could capture him. Could corner him and grab him in hands too big to escape. Could hurt him or even kill him without any effort at all. They were powerful, and he was meek and tiny.
On the other hand, a human had caught him. Jacob, a real tower of a human, had snatched Oscar right up. When Oscar thought the kid would keep him or punish him for stealing, Jacob had let him go. After giving him extra food to take with him when he left.
The conversation was awkward and scary, but Oscar couldn’t turn down the offer. With life as hard on him as it could be, he couldn’t afford stubborn pride. Jacob, despite being giant and looming and terrifying, seemed like a genuinely good person.
Somehow, he’d found out that Oscar had never had warm food before.
”You’re kidding me!” Jacob blurts, sending the percussive sound of his voice right through Oscar. “That means you’ve never had … pizza, or chili or … or anything cooked?”
Oscar purses his lips. He’s still suspended in the air, hanging from his climbing thread. Jacob, kneeling by the table, doesn’t seem to mind. “Um. Well. N-no,” Oscar stammers out. “It’s um. It’s hard to … to get anything like that. B-because people wanna watch it real close, or eat it real fast.”
Jacob falls silent for several seconds. Then, he says, more hesitantly this time, “Well, Oscar. I could get you something. If you wanna, uh, come back after dropping off your trail mix. I’ll order some warm food you can have.”
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