NOTE: The following fanfic is about a CRACK PAIRING. I don't necessarily support The Groke X Sniff but I think it could be potentially adorable if the cards are played right.
Little My and Sniff trekked through the snow-covered forest. A cold chill filled the air. Little My smirked evilly while Sniff looked absolutely terrified.
As it turned out, the two were playing a game of "I Triple Dog Dare You" with Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden. Little My managed to sucker poor Sniff into playing by bribing him with cake and money. Sniff brazenly chose dare after she mocked him for being a chicken. The horrible dare Little My gave Sniff? Poke the Groke with a stick and run. The mere thought of doing such an activity made Sniff nearly wet himself in fear.
"Do I really have to do it?" Sniff whined as he carried a long stick with him.
"Of course you have to, it's a triple dog dare, isn't it?" Little My grinned.
"B-b-but it's so c-c-cold out and we should be b-b-back inside where it's nice and warm and safe and not so cold and wet." Sniff complained.
Little My rolled her eyes, "Oh, cry me a river, Sniff. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I left it back in Moominhouse, I didn't think I would need it." Sniff whined sarcastically.
Little My smirked, "You've never played Ding Dong Ditch, have you?"
Sniff shook his head, "No, I haven't."
"Ding Dong Ditch is this game where you ring someone's door bell and run." Little My explained.
Sniff blinked, "Why would you do that?"
"Because it's funny." Little My explained.
Sniff crossed his arms, "No it isn't."
Little My smirked, "Of course it is. But in this case, you poke the Groke with a stick and run."
"But what if she catches us? I don't want to spend the rest of my life a Sniffsickle." Sniff whined, shivering all over.
Little My chuckled, "Just run as fast as you can. Imagine they have cake waiting for you back in Moominhouse."
Sniff's ears wilted, "But it's so cold I can't even feel my toes. I can't run like this!"
"You should have worn slippers then." Little My replied, crossing her arms, "We're almost there, trust me."
"How do you know that the Groke hangs out at this spot?" Sniff asked nervously.
"Because I've been spying on her. I know her routines. She's a creature of habit. She likes to stare at the sea from a top a cliff during the sunset." Little My replied.
Sniff's face took on a look of horror and shock, "WHAT!? You SPY ON THE GROKE!? Are you CRAZY!? Oh, wait till I tell Mymble about this."
Little My shrugged, "Mymble can't do a thing about it. Nor can Moominmama, Moominpapa or anyone. There's no rule saying I can't spy on The Groke now, is there?"
Sniff rubbed his muzzle, "I guess not."
Little My grinned, "Then I can't go to jail for it."
Sniff crossed his arms and his voice took on a sarcastic tone, "You know, if you were one of Fillyjonk's children, maybe you would have a longer life span."
Little My rolled her eyes, "Oh, please Sniff. Why would I want to be the daughter of that old stick-in-the-mud? Also, it seems like my smart mouth is contageous."
Sniff smirked a little, "You're not the only one practicing sarcasm, you know."
"Well, you know what they say, Sniff. Practice makes perfect." Little My chuckled.
The two walked into a clearing and saw the large figure of The Groke at the edge of the cliff watching the sunset. Little My couldn't help but smirk, "She's like a big, fat, purple cow ready to be tipped. You ready, Sniff?"
All the color drained from Sniff's face and he was as white as a sheet, "N-n-n-no, I don't t-t-think so."
Little My smiled, "Just remember, you're doing this for money and cake."
"Right." Sniff nodded nervously and began to approach The Groke with the stick in his paw. But as he crept up behind her, he heard a series of mournful wails coming from her. Almost as if she were...crying. But it wasn't physically possible for The Groke shed tears. Any liquid that came into contact with her body froze instantly so tear ducts were virtually nonexistent in her anatomy. Instead, she let out a symphony of mournful wails.
Sniff could feel his heart break as he dropped the stick. No, it wouldn't be right it he poked her in this state. Letting out a sigh, he walked up towards the cliff and distanced himself about 5 feet away from her. He still trembled with fear a little but the fear soon gave way to pity as he cleared his throat and spoke up, "Is something wrong?"
The Groke slowly turned to Sniff who looked at her with a concerned expression on his face. She stared deep into his eyes and nodded slowly.
"What's the matter?" Sniff asked, tilting his head.
The Groke pointed out at the sea and Sniff narrowed his eyes at the sunset, "I think it's a beautiful sunset. I don't know why you're so upset by it."
The Groke shook her head and pointed to her heart-shaped shell. Sniff blinked, "Your shell?"
The Groke shook her head and pointed at it again. Sniff rubbed his head, "Your heart?"
The Groke nodded and pointed out towards the sea and Sniff gaved her a confused look, "Your heart is out at sea?"
The Groke shook her head and pointed at the shell and then at the sea. Sniff scratched his ear and thought about it for a bit, "Your family is across the sea and you miss them?"
The Groke nodded and Sniff's heart sunk. He actually felt like he was going to cry, "So...you miss your family? You really do have loved ones out there?"
The Groke nodded and there was a long silence. Sniff felt a single tear run down his face and freeze into a drop of ice on the tip of his nose, "I...miss my family, too. Sure, I've got Moominmama and Moominpapa but sometimes...I wonder if my birth parents even miss me...sometimes...I wonder if they even remember me. I don't see many of my kind around here so...I guess I'm an alien just like you." Sniff paused and used his scarf to wipe the frozen teardrop off his nose.
The Groke couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Sniff. She wanted to hug him but she knew she couldn't. Sniff looked at her with big eyes, "I used to think you were a big, scary monster. You just miss your family and so do I. Maybe...we aren't so different after all."
The Groke gazed deep into Sniff's eyes. She could feel something tingle inside of her. Some sort of warmth radiated from Sniff. Not just from his fur but from his heart as well. Deep, down past his cowardly and greedy exterior beat a warm soft heart. A heart full of love and sensitivity. But she dared not get too close as she didn't want to extinguish Sniff's warmth. She placed the seashell on the ground and backed away. Her crush on Moomintroll had vanished. She was starting to see Sniff is a brand new way. As she gazed into his eyes, she felt as if her icy exterior had melted. She pointed at her chest, then at the seashell and then at Sniff.
Sniff blinked, "You want me to have this?"
The Groke nodded slowly and slowly backed up. Sniff walked forward and picked up the frozen shell. He caressed the icy trinket in his fingers as he locked eyes with The Groke, "Thank you."
The Groke nodded and moved deep within the woods. Sniff's ears wilted as he looked at the shell. A strange thought crossed his mind. Did the Groke truly have a crush on him? He blushed at the thought but then cringed a little. Just what kind of mess did he get himself into?
Little My giggled from behind the bushes. She had seen the whole thing. She would never let Sniff live this one down.