Hello, all! I'm back with another short fanfic that I've come up with. This time, I had received motivation for an Apex Legends Ship that I've liked for some time involving Wraith and Mirage. What can I say? It's cute so sue me. Anyway, hope you can enjoy it, even with being as rusty as I am with writing. If you do read it, thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters! Shocking, I know.
AT HER WITT'S END.
"Wraith. Wraith. Wraith! Hey, best friend! Person who you have history with. Hello!" The persistent male went on, trying to get his friend's attention.
Trying her best to ignore whatever it was that he wanted, she eventually gave in and looked at him in annoyance, glaring even. "What."
"I need your help. Pretty please. It's important. It'll take just five minutes." He pleaded, shooting her one of his classic grins that he assumed worked. (It didn't.)
Letting out a long sigh, she slowly made her way to him, standing next to him as he was seated at the computer desk. Once making her way there, her eyes met with the monitor screen and shook her head. "No." She instantly said.
"What- Why? Come on! I need your advice. My last profile didn't get any scores. And I think it was the talking robot's fault. He played with the page settings; I just know it." He rambled on, blaming Pathfinder for his low viewed dating profile.
"Just fill it out, Mirage. I don't have time for this." Again, sounding annoyed in tone, she was about to walk off but he grabbed at her wrist.
"Please! Don't you see my problem? Me, a Legend, didn't get a single view! The ladies are missing out on this gem, Wraith." He put on a smile, even though he was begging for her help.
"...yeah...missing out.." She held back a laugh. God, he was an idiot. Yet, she didn't walk away either. "Hurry up. Five minutes, like you said."
"THANK YOU!" Letting go of her wrist, he went back into the zone as he read off the profile information. "Name: Mirage. Or Elliot if you want to get personal, Or beautiful and charming. Or should I say handsome? But I am pretty beautiful..."
She rolled her eyes. So full of himself. But sure... his last profile received 0 views because of a mishap...
"Age: 29. Ha, easy."
"You're 30." She corrected him.
"Ha, duhh.. I was testing you to see if you were listening... okay30itis." He quickly typed into the blank space.
"Location: my bar. Mirage's bar... where is my bar at? Oh! Solace City. Quick with it as always, Elliot." He proudly said to himself, moving onto the next question.
Life was a joke to him, wasn't it? How could one man be so dumb yet so conceited while probably not knowing how to even spell it.
...she could probably still phase out right about now and ditch this.
"Seeking: a younger woman. Or older? What do you think, Wraith?"
Snapping out of it, she shrugged. "How should I know? I don't care." She responded, as dry as ever.
"Come on, you said you'd help me! I'm in a predi- precid- I'm in a pickle here. You know me as well as I know me!" He explained, or tried to. She could never tell anymore.
"Mirage, how do you have time to date when you're in debt?"
"...Duh you can date and be in debt...it's called multitasking. That's a silly question." He confidently answered, pointing a finger at her. "Anyway, younger or older?"
"Older."
"Wow, really? I mean... I could see myself finding a cougar. Rrrrraaaarrrrr. So, 25 - 40." He typed away.
She inherently cringed at his response. This is what she gets for helping him of all people.
"Hobbies: Running a bar, check. Shooting people for a living, check. Being incredibly handsome as always, check." Mirage smirked.
"That's not a hobby."
"Yeah, well, I'm not about to put I'm friends with a robot. Talk about lame!" He cockily quipped.
"...that's not one e-... never mind."
"What I'm Looking For: a woman, duh. And NOT pumpkins... that was a one-time thing.." His voice lowered as he mentioned the latter part.
She side-eyed him as he made the comment... she didn't need to ask about that.
"Hey, Wraith, why don't you make one of these?" The idiot asked, grinning her way.
"Pass."
"Afraid you won't get any matches?"
"Afraid I'd get matched with you." She shot back.
"...as if that would ever happen. This dating site is smart... I wonder if Loba has one. Ooh! Dating site, if you can hear me! Match me with her, match me!"
Wraith shook her head. "Hurry up and finish it."
"Okay, upload a profile picture... How can I choose? They're all incredibly good-looking. This is hard...Wraith help!"
"They look the same."
"You CLEARLY don't know art when you see it."
"Go with that one." She pointed to one he scrolled to, one where he actually made a normal pose... unlike most pictures he takes.
He whistles at the image. "What a charming young man. Good pick."
"..yeah."
Selecting it, it appeared as his profile picture on the account. His entire profile popped up as it showed what it would look like. All he would need to do would press enter and publish it. "Looks good, doesn't it? Anything you think I need to edit on this handsome account?"
"Aside from everything?"
"Funny. Okay...aaaand enter! Now, I just sit here and wait for the future Mrs. Witt to arrive." He bragged, looking back up to Wraith.
"Maybe she can help you with the next profile you set up."
"As if I'd need another after this baby. I bet the women are already lining themselves up for me."
"I'm going now."
...PING!
The pair looked at the screen together as it showed his account received a message. He slowly clicked on the notification as a woman had seemed to message him.
"...that was fast." Getting nervous, he gulped... before eventually chuckling. "S-See? What did I tell you. She's already here."
Wraith was actually surprised he received something... and so soon. "Aren't you going to read it?"
"...aha. Duh. I just... I'm thirsty all of a sudden." Fake coughing. "Want to get a drink?"
She narrowed her glance his way... and oddly accepted it. "Only if you make me an Appletini."
"Are you kidding? It'll be on the house! Perks of owning a bar." He jumped up from the chair and gave a little stretch.
"Then, sure. What about the message?"
"I'll read it when I come back. With my luck, I'll have 20 more waiting for me through the night to read." He expressed, feeling so proud and full of himself.
"...right, let's just go. Wouldn't want to keep your admirer waiting any longer." She poked fun at his expense as she started walking off. A little smile fell upon her lips, one that always seemed to come about when speaking with the idiot.
"Hey- wait, I have to close this thing. Where's the 'x' button on this page... X marks the spot, doesn't it? Or does it mark the treasure? Wait- Wraith, help!"
