mindcracklove | Fanfic

What happens when Old Man Willakers gets bored.

It was the boredom between the battles that always made Old Man Willakers the most annoyed. He could stand the battles, losing the keeps over and over again. At least that was exciting. Clash of battle, blood, violence, banter, a little light murdering on the side. It was the hours, days, weeks that could last between the battles that was frustrating. No Jimmies to take it out on, they only appeared when there were shrines to defend. So usually Old Man Willakers would wander around, looking for random monsters to fight. Not that there were many. Sometimes that was enough, and the battle for the shrine would start soon after. If the gods were very very mad though, sometimes it was weeks.

It had been almost ten days since the last battle, and the Old Man was getting restless. The monsters of the land were of no match for him, and had been easily dispatched. He could not wander further to try his hand at other foes, for the gods would not allow him. So he was stuck here, in this small abandoned keep, to while away the hours.

“Bored,” he said, voice echoing around the keep.

“Bored!” he said again, voice carrying further before dying out.

“Bored bored bored bored bored,” he said, each shout punctuated by a punch to the wall. Sighing, he removed his hand, staring at the scrapes on his fist. He flopped down on a nearby couch with a groan.

“Paaaause come and play with me, I'm bored!” he called out. Sometimes, he could convince Pause to spend time with him in his solitude. Not often though. The gods seemed to disapprove of that. Whenever Pause showed up, monsters came soon after. Not that he minded that, it at least meant a battle. Unfortunately, Pause was not answering his call. “Please Pause?” he said as politely as possible. Silence echoed around him.

“Get your sorry ass down here Pause and entertain me!” he shouted, voice bouncing around.

“GodDAMN it Rob, I was sleeping!” Pause said as he appeared beside the Old Man abruptly, air crackling as it was displaced suddenly. “What's happening? Is another keep getting attacked?” Pause said, words soft and thick from sleep. Pause hadn't been lying about sleeping, seeing as he was still in bedclothes, hair ruffled and messy.

“No, it's just been ages and I'm bored. Spend time with me,” Old Man Willakers said, stating a command more then requesting Pause's presence. Pause frowned down at the Old Man, eyes focusing on him.

“You are a dick. I'm going back to sleep,” Pause said, starting to turn and walk away. Old Man Willakers frowned, practically launching himself off the couch to grab and drag Pause onto the couch with him. Pause gave a strangled shout as he toppled backwards onto the couch, almost squishing the Old Man beneath him. “Stop it!”

“No, you can sleep here!” Old Man Willakers said, earning a sigh from Pause.

“I'm not sleeping on a couch. Bed or nothing,” Pause said, extricating himself from Old Man Willakers grasp, standing up again.

The Old Man rolled his eyes before standing up, beckoning for Pause to follow. “Fine. There's a bed downstairs. Thought you'd be less particular about where you lie down,” he said, earning a smack on the back of the head from Pause. He snickered under his breath before showing Pause the master bedroom. The gods at least let him have a nice king sized bed with really nice linens, he had to admit. Pause frowned at the bed before nodding slowly, approvingly.

“This will do,” he said with a yawn, pulling the covers down before crawling into bed. The Old Man smirked at him before stripping, crawling into bed next to him. “What the fuck? I'm not sleeping with you, I'm sleeping sleeping!”

“No no Pause. Calm down. We're both going to sleep, I'm just going to use you like a giant hot water bottle. And maybe sex in the morning,” Old Man Willakers said, slipping into bed.

Pause rolled his eyes as the Old Man snuggled next to him, wrapping his arms around him. “Fine,” he said, sulking slightly before closing his eyes, going to sleep easily.

Old Man Willakers frowned slightly as he heard the distinct sound of the gods telling him a new battle was soon. Rolling his eyes, he checked the time before grinning. He must have done something right, he'd get a nice thirty hours before having to deal with the battle. Thirty hours with Pause was plenty of time to do some nice things. He snuggled close to Pause before falling asleep on his chest.