PFFFFFT. YA'LL I'M DEAD. I HAVE DIED. Alrighty, Miss Mystery, I got a bone to pick with you. Thanks! I'm honored that you creepily read all my stories! (I'm joking it's not creepy, just nice to know someone likes 'em so much) XD. Anyway, you are ALL welcome to review as much as you want. You can even rant angrily at me. Unless I was the one who angered you in which case rant at someone else.

XD I get distracted too easily. I got two prompts kinda? Miss Mystery {HI!} left three reviews and one dictated that she just wanted Mystery trio (I hope your homework isn't drowning you) and the other was much more in-depth. UM. I HAVE NO TIME RN I SHOULD STOP RAMBLING. ON WITH THE RANDOM MYSTERY TRIO.

Btw sorry about yer other prompts guys. I just received these reviews a couple something idk ago and I just wanted to write somethin' quick before gettin' back ta work.

UM. I would also appreciate no swearing in the reviews? PLEASE? Thank you. I'm still very grateful for your support, just not the wording XD.

The clock was ticking.

Beads of sweat ran down his cheeks as he shook his head to focus himself. His hands were trembling in anticipation and anxiety as he deliberated his next choice carefully. He reached out...

"Darn!" Fiddleford pouted and sat back as Ford swiftly check-mated him in one move. His brows furrowed. "I don' get it! How'd ya do it, Stanferd!?" He glared at the chess board with a scrutinizing eye as Ford preened.

Ford smiled. "Practice." He glanced back at the chair where Stan was sitting, reading if you could believe it. Ford laughed. "Isn't that right, Stanley?"

Stan blinked up from his book and hummed. "What's true? I swear it wasn't me." He chuckled and sat up. "No really, what are we talking about?" He set the book aside and stepped toward the table where Fidds and Ford were sitting. He laughed again.

"Oh. Chess."

Ford nodded with a grin. "Remember all those rainy days wasted away?" Stan smirked and crossed his arms.

"Sure do. I also remember I kicked your butt at this game."

Ford frowned slightly before shrugging, the smile returning. "How else could I have gotten so good if I didn't have a good opponent?"

Fidds raised a brow at Stan. "You play?"

Stan's face fell. "Don't believe it, do you? Well try and beat me, Fiddles." Ford hurriedly stood up as Stan took his place, running to the other side of the room to pull up himself a chair so he could spectate. Fiddleford looked uncertain like he really wasn't sure if he did believe it. Stanley wasn't really the strategy game sorta guy.

Although...Ford didn't easily admit defeat. Fidds smiled good-naturedly however as he finished resetting the board. "White firs', Stanley." Stan snorted.

"That's such a weird rule. Never liked it." He quickly made his first move. {Forgive me I'm not actually that good at chess. Btw this is the rambly author. Hi.} He raised a brow. "Your turn, Mcgucket."

Fidds was just as quick to move and he gestured to the board to indicate Stan's turn. They continued they're back and forth as the game commenced.

Fiddleford got more and more frustrated as the game continued. By now he was sure that Stan could've beaten him in the first three moves, yet he seemed determined to bleed Fidds for all he had. The only thing he had left standing by the time the game ended was his king.

His entire army sat on Stan's side of the board. Fidds glanced at the space beside him set aside for the kills he usually managed to make.

It was empty.

Fidds gaped. "Stanley! How!?" He looked right into Stan's smug eyes. "Ya dragged tha' out on purpose!" Fidds scowled at him and Stan laughed.

"Yep."

Ford couldn't help but chime in with his brother's laughter. It was nice to see Stan feeling confident in something for once. Really confident. Stan's act never worked on Ford. He gave Fidds an 'I told you so, look.' Fidds pouted.

"Well, this jus' ain't fair. Why am I even here!? The group mascot?! Stan's called me cute ofte' enough." Fidds mumbled the last bit, but both men heard it anyway. The twins frowned in tandem.

They hadn't meant to upset him. But perhaps Fidds hadn't been feeling tip-top in the first place. Stan spoke first, standing up to lean against the table.

"What's wrong Fidds? I was just messin' around. It was supposed to be fun." Stan's brow was furrowed in concern. Ford nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I thought we were enjoying ourselves?"

Fidds stood up, the chair squeaking back in protest. He snapped at them. "At mah expense, as usual!" He quickly clomped out of the room, letting the door bang behind him.

Stan blinked and Ford's lips tightened into a thin line of concerned bewilderment.

Ford spoke. "Well that was abrupt and out of character."

Stan snorted. " Yeah okay, Ford." He glanced at Ford and back at the door. "I'm gonna go after him. Stay here Mr. Out of color or whatever it is you just said." Ford looked slightly offended as Stan ran out of the living room and into Fidds' office.

...

Fiddleford was slowly stewing his brain in his own thoughts when Stan creaked the door to his office open.

"Fiddlesticks- I mean, uh Fiddleford?" Stan poked his head into the room. Fidds ignored him as he stared at the wall.

Stan stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "Fidds?" He asked quietly.

Fiddleford sighed. "What do you want."

Stan stepped forward and laid a heavy hand on Fiddleford's shoulder. "Fidds, what's wrong? You can't possibly be mad about the chess game, right?"

"I...suppose not." Fidds sighed and pushed Stan's hand off his shoulder. "Guess I was jus' takin' mah stresses out on ya."

Stan's brow furrowed. "Stresses? What on earth are ya stressed about!?"

"DYING!" Fiddleford snapped, standing up to get in Stan's face. Stan didn't lean away. He never did, but he did raise both brows.

"Um. Dying?"

Fidds stared at him, wide-eyed and sat down, slumping in his chair. "Yes. I-I think I'm dying."

Stan rolled his eyes.

"Well, why don't we check?"

...

After a trip to the doctor's, it was obvious that Fiddleford wasn't dying. He was, however, a lot better at chess.

Never get stuck in a doctor's waiting room kids.

XD Okay I can't excuse how this ended but I really wanted to post SOMETHING so I had to wrap this up quick. I didn't mean for Fidds to be so dramatic but I hope this makes sense? Anyway I'm gonna be back soon with some WAY better stuff, I hope. Maybe next week? The play I'm in is ending then so I'll have more time to write. Well, see ya guys. Thanks for reading and remember I haven't forgotten any of you!

Ford: Hey, look. Been a while since we've appeared here.

Stan: Yeah, great, but look at how out of character we are.

Fidds: Cats.

Stan: Uh. What?

Ford: He said Cats.

Stan: Yeah but like why.

Ford: I don't know everything Stanley!

Stan: Well that's news to me!

this is also unedited XD :P