Grubsitting: Stuttered squeak (Tavros x Reader)You open the basket and were met with two large horns poking out as a little grub inhaled deeply. You stare at the grub, The grub stares at you. Both of you have a staring contest before reality sinks in, *insert slow zoom in with jeopardy music playing* and at the same time, you both screamed. Little grubby pushed his way out of the basket and scuttled under your couch as you reached for your phone.Grubsitting: Stuttered squeak (Tavros x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
"(F/N!) WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Hi (y/N) I'm fine, thanks fa askin'. I Take it ya got ya little present?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
"Chillax, The Grub is that homestuck guy you've been wanting to be your boo-thing for sum time... What's his name, Tape-ver-os or whuteva?"
*Insert da faq face*
"Yeah! That's the name! Good luck takin' care of'em."
You were going to say more when (f/N) Hung up. You growl at your phone and slam it on your coffee table and flopped down on your couch. A small squeak of surprise reminds you where the grub ran. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You look under