Mm… there are parts of this I'm not so fond of, but, eh.
Once again, the prompt doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the text. Usually there's something that I have in mind and it goes the complete opposite way, or maybe it just doesn't make sense depending on where they are. Or who they are.
Roger's have been scarily workable, though…
Ice – Roger
Why was he warm? His bed was usually ice-cold in the morning. And was his pillow breathing?
Roger blinked open his eyes. No, he was not alone in his bed. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep outside; had someone kidnapped and molested him?
No, Jack wouldn't let that happen…
Had Jack kidnapped and molested him?
Whoever it was shifted. Roger looked into the face of his kidnapper.
Yep. It was Jack. But Roger was definitely in his own bed, at least.
"Jack!" Roger hissed, shaking the other boy's arm. He was suddenly aware of how unclothed the two of them were. They still had shorts on, but neither of them wore a shirt.
And they'd slept in the same bed. That was almost as bad as the kissing thing Jack always did.
Oh god, if Roger wasn't already going to Hell, this would definitely push him over the edge.
Mafia – Ralph
"Ralph. Come with me." Ralph followed Piggy, unsure of what they were doing.
"Do you hate Roger for what he did to you?"
Ralph bit his lip. He wasn't very fond of Roger, but… whatever Piggy was planning couldn't be good. But… maybe it would be good, in the end. After all, Piggy couldn't be planning on doing much more than hurting Roger, and Roger had hurt others, killed others, so…
"I'll help you," Ralph said. Piggy, not expecting Ralph to agree until Piggy'd explained a little more, blinked.
"That's wonderful. Now, for the next stage of our plan…"
Competition – Samneric
"Why don't you two go for a walk? We need to discuss some things."
Sam led the way out of the house. They headed for the edge of the town, passing a small, creepy-looking house.
"Hey! Samneric!"
Both of them jumped. Their names hadn't been blending together since… well, for a long time.
Jack was standing in the doorway of the house, arms crossed over a bare, slightly sunburned chest.
"U-um…" Sam stuttered, taking a step back.
Roger, seemingly no larger than the last time they'd seen him, bounded into sight. "Oh. Twins," he said, yawning.
"What do they want?" Eric hissed. Sam shrugged, wishing more than ever that they hadn't lost their ability to speak to each other telepathically.
"Come with us," Jack said, striding out of the house and grabbing Sam's arm before he could react. "Roger, get the other one. We're going-"
"Not there," Roger said, shaking his head. "River?"
Jack shrugged. "Whatever. Grab the other one."
Sam bit his lip. They were probably going to be pushed in the river now, weren't they?
Hell – Percival Wemys Madison
Percival followed his funny nice friend a lot. If he couldn't have the demon, then he'd have the funny nice friend. But the funny nice friend disappeared with the nice Simon all the time, and then Percival was all alone. And he still couldn't find those pigs.
Amnesia – Simon
Henry had appeared. But he wasn't really Henry; he was just a little boy that had no idea who he was.
Simon had dumped him on Johnny for now. Johnny had died in the fire, like Bill, and he'd throw Henry back into the world of playing.
Because even though Henry had died at about ten years old, he was still obviously a littleun.
Insomnia – Maurice
He would still stay up with them. Maurice didn't watch them all day – that was just bordering on creepy – but every night he sat by the pool, watching until they'd fallen asleep.
Last night they'd slept in the same bed.
Maurice had planning on starting a little early, but Piggy and Ralph had taken over the pool. They didn't look like they were planning on leaving any time soon.
Hidden – Jack Merridew
"Can we-"
"Go home now?"
Jack shook his head. The four had been sitting by the river almost all day, the only time any of them had left being when Jack had gone to get them some food for lunch. They hadn't had supper.
Roger had been quiet all day. Of course, he was always quiet, but he was even quieter than usual.
Maybe it was because they'd woken up in the same bed. Roger hadn't given his 'it was a mistake speech', but he hadn't talked much.
Maybe it was Maurice's death. That could still be affecting him.
But why wasn't it affecting Jack? It seemed like none of the deaths had affected him for very long. Sure, Roger was fine with Piggy's death and Ralph's death and Simon's death – they were meant to die.
"I…" Roger started. They all looked at him. "I think they could go home. Why are they here, anyway?"
Jack had no idea. He bit his lip, glancing at the twins. They had reverted back to their island habits of clutching each other and cowering.
"I don't-" Jack was cut off by an explosion. All four of them looked back at the town.
"Did it-"
"Hit the town?"
"Can't you see the smoke? It obviously did," Jack snapped, biting his lip and glancing at Roger. The other boy let no emotion show.
I'll probably have either a Maurice x Roger or Jack x Roger or maybe Roger x Eric oneshot out later today. It depends on what the idea works best with.