Pithy Summary: After a long day, Stevonnie comes home to their tower, ready to sleep the remaining hours away but first they to deal with an unwanted guest.
Warning: Language
Word Count: 432
Note: This is a small scene from a future fanfic I'm writing so keep an eye out for it! Stevonnie is the nickname for the fusion between Dan and Clockwork. Anything(dialouge and actions) in italics are things that happen inside Stevonnie's mind/interactions between Dan and Clockwork. When I saw this theme I was so excited! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
Stevonnie slammed the door open to their tower, sighing in relief as the door banged loudly against the wall.
"Home sweet home." muttered Stevonnie, stepping inside the tower.
"Hello there, lovely." said a voice, its voice echoing around the room.
Stevonnie brought out their time staff, protectively holding it in front of their chest. "Who's there?" they shouted into the air. "I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it!"
The voice laughed mockingly, moving into the light. "Is that so dear?"
Looking at the body that stepped into the light, the fusion carefully examined it. Tendrils for feet, star themed body-
"It's Nocturne!" bellowed Dan, upon realizing who the intruder was. "Why is he here?!"
"I don't know!" Clockwork bellowed back, pressing their nails into their palms. "He never said anything about visiting the tower!"
Dan raised an eyebrow, relating to the stress that his friend was suffering from. He stood next to them, gently pulling their fingers from their palms.
"Why are you in my lair?" asked Stevonnie, mingled exhaustion and frustration bleeding heavily into their voice.
Nocturne rose an eyebrow questioningly. "Last time I checked, this is Clockwork's lair and if you call yourself the Master of Time, then you are sorely mistaken."
Stevonnie growled, raising their staff back and swung at Nocturne. "I don't care what you think or whenever you last checked, JUST GET OUT OF MY TOWER!"
Nocturne easily sidestepped the attack, using one of his tendrils to snatch the staff in mid-attack, snidely smirking when Stevonnie's red eyes widened as they simply hung from the staff.
"How childish, attacking someone without merit?" mocked Nocturne, grinning wickedly at the child form of Stevonnie.
"You came in my tower without my permission, insulted me and you have the nerve to get pissed when I defend my lair? You fucked with the wrong ghost today." snarled Stevonnie, starting to swing their legs in frustration. "Put. Me. Down. NOW."
"You speak as if this your lair." "It is."
Nocturne leaned in on Stevonnie's face, as if to inspect for any oddities. Using another one of his tendrils, it stroked Stevonnie's scar over their eye. "It's really interesting how you sport Clockwork's scar but this hair, this flaming white hair is what really gets to me. Under no normal circumstances have I ever seen this unless…the two of you fused."
"What the hell? How the hell he figured it out so quickly?" cursed Clockwork.
Stevonnie remained silent.
"Oh my god, you did." Nocturne's voice came out as a weird muffled squeal. "Wait till I tell Pandora about this."
Fin!
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