The title had to be modified because the original title was too long.
Original title: Cutting and Coloring My Crush's Hair (Dewey x Webby)
It was all thanks to a bet that Dewey was sitting on a chair in the bathroom and Webby standing behind him with the two things that she should never be holding: hair dye and a pair of salon scissors.
"Webby, could we do another bet?" Dewey asked.
"Sure! What's the prize?" Webby asked.
"If I win, you don't ruin my hair!" Dewey shouted.
"Sorry, no can do!" Webby chimed.
Dewey wondered why he even decided to participate in the bet.
He sighed. "Please tell me you know at least know something about cutting hair," he begged.
"Nnnope!" Webby said.
Dewey groaned. "How about the hair dye? Did you choose a color I would like?"
Webby giggled. "I hope you like electric pink!"
Dewey screeched. He tried to get himself out of the chair, but Webby refused.
"I'm trying to cut your hair!" she insisted.
"Ugh, fine." Dewey sat back in his chair, knowing he was going to regret this decision one hundred percent.
After a butt-numbing amount of time sitting in the chair and letting his crush play with his hair however she pleased, the torture had ended.
"I'm finished! Just need to dry your hair and recomb it and all should be good!" Webby chimed.
As Webby was drying Dewey's hair with a towel, a knock was heard on the door.
"Don't come in!" the two said in unison.
The doorknob turned and the door opened, revealing Donald.
"Uh… dinner's ready?" he said, confused as to what he was seeing.
Donald scanned the bathroom. He immediately spied out the scissors and a scrunched up tube of something.
"What did you do?!" Donald demanded.
Webby grinned sheepishly, releasing the towel to reveal her creation. Donald and Dewey gasped.
His hair looked almost normal. Maybe a trim here and there, but it wasn't DIY doll choppy like Dewey thought it was going to be. The electric pink sure brought him back to the eighties and made him squint his eyes, but he could get used to it.
"Doesn't look bad at all," Dewey commented.
"You actually liked it?!" Webby asked, shocked. She began to bounce up and down and grin goofily.
Donald sighed, facepalming. At least it didn't go worse.