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Late Shift | Jasper X Chuck E Cheese

[I don’t write many fan fics and this is my first one sharing to the public, so please understand it’s probably not written amazingly, I just wanted to get it out there.]

[Semi Lit, MLM, Headcannons, Includes PTT, Ambiguous time]

Chapter 1

The gang sat at the center of the diner talking casually between each other, the restaurant was closed and most of the arcade machines were turned off leaving the usually loud atmosphere an unnerving silence. The hum of the fridge from the kitchen echoed out as the gang ate the last pizza Pasqually was willing to make for that night. Chuck cleared his throat as he stood up on to the stage, it wasn't at all necessary since it was just the gang that would actually hear him, and they were right in front of him, but Chuck E Cheese was a theater major. The entertainer spoke in a cheerful mood "Alright, good job as always today everyone! Pasqually has already headed home early, but Mr Munch and Helen already got cleaning duty last week so it's me and Jasper this night!" Helen raised her hand letting go of the pizza that her and Mr Munch we're both tugging on trying to get a snag of "I can stand in for Jasper! It would give a good chance for some more 1-1 time" she gave those silly blink eyes as she rested a wing under her beak. Jasper gave a nervous laugh as he waved his paw standing up "Naww, it's alright. You n' Munch already worked hard I should chip in too. Plus someone has to pick up dolly from the bar before she works overtime again." The dog's tail swayed a bit as he watched the gang bicker about who would deal with Dollie, as they scooped up their car key's and bags, with a wave they opened the door and walked back to their car.

Jasper stood paws on his hips as he watched the cars drive away and felt a little sad, he already missed his friends, even if he knows he'll see them tomorrow to play the same songs and make more children smile. Chuck E poked the back of the dog with a broom stick making him turn around curiously. "You wanna sweep under the arcades while I clean the kitchens?" The dog smiled nodding "Sure boss!~" as he took the broom Chuck E replied as he walked to the kitchen "No need for the formalities we've been friends for years Jasper."

As Jasper swept under the arcades he thought about how the restaurant came to be. He thought about how they all met through a bar where they each were performing at through the night, and Chuck E brought them all together into a band. And how everyone got into the same collage, lots of happy tears were shed that night. And now they had their own restaurant, that they performed at every night. He had a restaurant that he performed at every night, with his best friends...not all of them of course, lots of friends like crusty and bubbles obviously didn't work but they'd visit sometimes, and every so often give a performance.

Jasper shook the pan filled with the pile of dust and grime that had built up under the machines, all in a single week?...or maybe Munch and Helen weren't that thorough. He sighed as he looked at the trash, someone will have to take it out when we're done cleaning' Jasper thought. He shrugged as he walked over to the kitchen, peering in he smelled how clean it had become, the metal tables where all shimmering and the floor looked glossy, it seemed Chuck E had just finished mopping, and was now in the back finishing the last of the dishes. Jasper walked behind right as Chuck E turned off the dishes, the rat whipped his forehead sighing as he looked over at the dog. The rat smiled lightly "Oh Hey, done with the sweeping?" He looked over at the dishes shrugging "Mind helping me put these in there right spots?" The mouse looked a tad bit nervous, Jasper ignored it smiling though "Sure Chuck" he carefully took a platter of the collection from the pile to take it to its right cabinet, "What's been going on with you Chuck? Anything intrestin'?" The dog spoke in his scruffy western accent. Chuck E shrugged as he stacked the plastic cups "Not really, haven't been able to focus on much outside the restaurant." Chuck E had been enveloped in keeping the restaurant in working condition, he'd become a bit of a workaholic, he hasn't been able to peruse much else, including building courage to confess to his many upon many years crush, Jasper.

Chuck E gulped nervously as he started to sort silverware, 'In a way this would be a good time to tell him Chuck, you don't get private time with him that often anymore.' He shook his head internally as he reminded himself. 'That would just ruin your relationship with him, you have no clue how he would respond! There is a 0% chance he has the same feelings, he just sees you as a friend Chuck.' As he placed the final fork and pushed back the drawer he felt his mood sour a bit, he hadn't been the same since opening this restaurant, in the way that he hadn't been as brave as before. Chuck E barely took risks before, and considering the amounts of risks it took to get to this restaurant, it meant quite a lot to suddenly take zero risks. Maybe he should take it, this is where he makes a change...and finally confesses, it's better to do so then regret never trying. Maybe in the end there is some small chance that maybe, Jasper would see him as more then a friend?

"Hey Jasper, can you go take out the trash? We're almost done I'll just lock everything up while you go" Chuck E spoke, the dog nodded "M'kay" he shrugged as he walked out to do just that.

Chapter 2

As Jasper pushed back open the door to the resultant his ears perked up at the strum of a guitar. The restaurant was dark except for a single stage light that shone at the center, where Chuck E was strumming at his guitar eyes glued shut as he hummed. Jasper found himself staring as he shimmed through the arcade games and through the tables, he stopped as a chair scrapped loudly when he bumped into it. The Guitar echoed with a bad strum that felt like it went multiple notches out of tune from it.

The Rat felt his heartbeat quicken when he opened his eyes and stared down the the dog who had is hat gripped in his hands staring up at him. Chuck E watched the other male stutter a bit as he grabbed the chair pushing it back under the table, trying to find something to say. Chuck E could practically hear his heartbeat as he stood up and spoke, trying to form words that felt like a single vowel took all his energy to muster. "U-Umm. Jasper...." He took a deep breath as he stepped off the stage, and got eye level with the dog. "Look...I've felt this way for a while now...a-and." Jasper put his cowboy hat back on as his ears folded down and he formed a concerned look.

Did Jasper do something wrong? He's been completely loyal? Did he do something bad and forget?

Chuck E mumbled a bit, clearing his throat as he repeated it a clearer. "Jasper I like you. More then a friend." Jaspers eyes went from concerned to shocked, and then bewildered. The dog felt his head turn away from the rat and then back, he was trying to figure out how to respond, but he wasn't even sure what to say every second he stayed silent he felt more guilty, leaving Chuck hanging as he turned around walking away and stuttering a "I-I'll be goin- h-home now..." he tried to hastily get away from Chuck, he was too confused to try to talk to him.

Jasper couldn't look at the other male in the eyes, it felt like if Jasper did then he'd explode, not from anger....Jasper didn't know what, it felt like a knot had been tightened in his chest and was throbbing bigger and bigger. Jaspers eyes glued on the door and he could hear the faint begging from the rat for the dog to come back. Jasper stumbled into a chair on his haste through the dark restaurant, it made a loud screech that echoed through whole diner. The dog just stumbled and kept walking to the exit, not bothering to fix it.

Jasper pushed open the door and felt his legs go from a speed walk to a full sprint to his car. He knew it was ridiculous, running like there was a serial killer, but he had to keep moving. Cause if he stopped, and looked back at his dear friend. Jasper felt like he would die from guilt. He jumped into his truck, and with shaking paws fumbled with his keys shoving it into its spot and hastily driving out of the driveway. Jaspers paw gripped onto the wheel, over and over in his brain he thought. Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

Don't.

Think.

About.

It.

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To Be Contined!!, Like if you enjoyed! It helps motivate me to continue writing <3 :]

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mandoholyhell

1 year ago