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The sky was grey from smog, the ground wet from rain; Frowntown contrasted with the happy-go-lucky tone of the Unikingdom. Unikitty squatted in a few bushes, staring into a particular apartment with binoculars. In hopes of camouflaging, she smeared mud on her face, but it did little to hide her bright pink exterior.
It had been almost an entire year since the last prank war, and Unikitty was determined to win. She looked into one of the windows in their apartment, finding both of them eating a meal that she couldn’t quite make out. Unikitty wasn’t known for her well-thought-out plans, or well, thinking before anything.
Despite that, she was going to win, using her amazingly fantastic method. She could remember as clearly as an hour—as it was an hour ago, though that didn’t matter right now—when she first thought of this plan and then executed the first part, The Start. Is that a good name? I’ll figure it out later…
The pink unicorn-cat knew she had to win this prank war, however waiting for the last prank was boring , and she needed to get Brock and Master Frown out as quickly as possible, and that’s when she thought of the most spectacular-awesome-perfect prank!
The hybrid looked across her castle, searching for what she needed for the scheme, and soon she came across Dr. Fox’s lab, she formulated the last step to her already half-baked idea. If I want to get Frown and Brock out fast, I can just use something that Dr. Fox made!
Once in the laboratory, she searched through the considerable amounts of equipment and items, ones that should have had no idea were nor cared to learn. Looking through all this sciencey stuff made Unikitty sink to the floor in defeat, looking down to the suuuper dull ground. Her exterior turned from a bright pink to a duller, sadder; until she saw a jar filled with a powder that she had never seen in her life, yet it captivated her and stimulated her already hyperactive mind.
She looked deeper at the whitish-grey powder inside the clear jug; Unikitty flew around it and began reading the label on the vessel.
PRODUCT CONTAINS:
METHYLENEDIOXYMET-blahblahblahhhhhh
Unikitty stared drowsily, laying on her paw and her eyelids fluttering, but shook her head, Dr. Fox wouldn’t keep anything that dangerous on her workbench, so it’s obviously something that’ll help!
The unicorn cat took another glance at the label, It says here that it makes people happier! That’ll definitely help Master Frown!! This is amazingly perfect!!! I can’t believe I didn’t check Dr. Fox’s lab earlier!!
She squealed in happiness, flying up high and giving off a multitude of joyous sparkle matter. Soon, she took the jar and flew over upwards, out of the laboratory, and into the kitchen of her castle. Once reaching the kitchen, she placed the jar down on the table and began to wrap a magenta apron around her waist, tying it messily in the back.
Unikitty was experienced at baking, it was one of her favorite pastimes, and she was ready to make the best cookies for her best friends in Frowntown! Even if she was pranking them, it doesn't mean she can’t give awesomely fantastic cookies! She took out trays and prepared to bake.
She took out a cookie dough packet—I just don’t have enough time to make them!—and looked at the instructions on the back, however in a few seconds, she decided against it. Cooking is realllyyy boring!!!
The cookies came out of the oven scorching hot, and despite the powder she knowingly placed inside, they looked quite normal! I’m sure Master Frown and Brock will love the cookies!
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Unikitty gazed into Brock and Frown’s apartment with her binoculars, before looking back at the wicker basket she brought with her. The basket had a red and white plaid pattern inside, and a woven cover, protecting the drugged cookies inside. She left a handwritten note inside, one with an excess amount of stickers, and wrote in a pink glitter pen.
The hybrid squealed with joy and picked up the basket, immediately flying towards the apartment complex, and landing next to their doorstep. Holding in her excitement, she left the basket and knocked, but flew away before being spotted by the two roommates inside.
A few moments later, Unikitty was back in the bushes. Brock answered the door, looking slightly confused until he saw the basket below him. He looked behind him and yelled, Unikitty couldn’t hear what he was saying, but before long, Master Frown came out, annoyed.
The grey-blue Lego picks up the basket, opens it, and picks up the cat-unicorn’s sparkly, sticker-laden note. Unikitty watched in suspense as his eyes read over the sheet, before laughing a bit and looking over at Frown.
“Unikitty made us some cookies, man. They look soooo good, dude!”
His best friend scoffed, “We’re in a prank war, man! This is probably a distraction before Dumnikitty gets the upper hand!”
Ignoring his bad pun, Brock responded, “I bet you she just made us some cookies like they’re even chocolate chips! I know it’s your favorit eee !” He smirked.
“I like yours… ” Frown mumbled, averting his gaze.
Brock continued smirking, a small bit of sparkle matter coming off him, “C’mon, these are just cookies,” He grabbed the basket and walked closer to the doorway, before eyeing the ground below him, “Plus she’s watching us in the bushes, dude.”
Frown looked over, immediately finding Unikitty’s hot pink face sticking out of the browning leaves; he quickly moved inside, yelling out towards Brock. She stared dumbfounded for a few seconds, before realizing that her cover had been blown. She would’ve been scared, if she weren’t so tired, oh no, no, no!! It’s almost Bedtime!
Inside the messy apartment, Frown walked over to the couch, plopping himself down unceremoniously next to his roommate. Brock grabbed two chocolate chip cookies from the basket, giving one to each of them. Frown—suspicious of the confection—inspected it, unlike his best friend who devoured it energetically.
Rolling his eyes, Master Frown took a bite and… The fuck does it taste bitter? The edges of it tasted sweet, like warm hugs mixed with his taste buds exploding, a syrupy saccharine, ew. Yet, what surprised him the most, was the harsh, almost acerbic. He didn’t taste it immensely, as if the over-sweetness coated its acrid aftertaste. It made Frown want to gag, but couldn’t.
“Dud—Ack! These cookies taste like shit.” Master Frown snapped, gagging at the unpleasant flavor.
Brock agreed, “What did UK put in these cookies,” Brock took another cookie out of the basket, splitting it in half, “Dude, there’s like, a bunch of white crumbs in the middle.” The block remarked, raising an eyebrow as if puzzled.
The cloaked block immediately grabbed the two pieces out of the other’s hands, leaving a trail of cookie crumbs between them. Frown peered into the inside, and there were specks of white inside. If he wasn’t looking as closely, he wouldn’t have noticed. Aha! So Unidork was trying to trick us!
“You know what this means, man! She was trying to poison us!” Frown shouted, which was met with soft laughter by Brock.
“Nahhh, dude. I think she just messed up while baking. You don’t have to eat another, but I will.” He spoke, popping another cookie in his mouth, and eating it hastily.
“Fine, I’ll have one too.” Frown scoffed, grabbing another cookie from the container.
Brock said while eating, “I’m not forcing you to eat them, you can if you want.”
“You think another bad cookie’s gonna mess me up? I’m Master Frown, baby!”
Frown smirked as another drugged cookie went into his blocky stomach. The cookie tasted more appetizing this time, inviting him to pick up one last more. After a few minutes of silence, Brock put on a TV show, one that he seemed to enjoy. The show was bright and loud, an obvious sign of it coming from the Unikingdom. He could go to their room, check his phone, do fucking anything , yet he continued to stare at one of the stupidest shows in the entire world.
Or maybe it’s okay… The hell? Master Frown felt something, a feeling that everything was better, that maybe—God damn, what the fuck—life wasn’t what he thought it was. His brain was whirling with emotions, his pupils dilated. His body felt hot like he was on fire, but also he felt on top of the world; distorted joyous sparkle matter came off him.
“Dude, I think you were right,” Brock’s voice snapped the block out of his thoughts, “Maybe those cookies were messed with.” Despite what the grey block was saying, he looked at Frown with a genuine smile.
Master Frown’s mind went fuzzy, in a dizzying trance, he felt his body almost moving on its own. He was yearning for something, and maybe giving in wouldn’t be that bad. Experiencing a total change in worldview, it all felt like he was in a frenzy.
Scooting closer to Brock he started talking, yet he couldn’t figure out what he was even saying, everything was moving slowly, yet speedily coetaneous.
“Yo, Brock, you’re like, my best friend,” Master Frown spoke inhibitively, “I love you, man.” Frown placed his blocky arms around the other Lego, smiling at him in a way he would never have if he were sober.
“Aww, love you too, dude!” Brock beamed and hugged Frown back.
Brock expected Frown to move back, yet he didn’t. He comfortably wrapped his body around his best friend, who enjoyed it. The show continued, and the grey Lego slowly realized he had no idea how much time had been passing; but it didn’t worry him, he felt like he was in heaven.
The characters on screen were screaming, and the camera was panning to it, however, his view was disrupted by Master Frown on top of him.
Brock laughed, “Whatcha want, dude?”
Frown grinned, and as if as an answer, he lurched forward, tilting his head and kissing Brock hard, which he welcomed, and reciprocated passionately. The grey block pulled Master Frown closer, deepening the kiss. A tongue flashed against Brock’s teeth, and once he opened his mouth slightly, Frown began rubbing his tongue against Brock’s, before moving across his mouth, swirling.
Immediately, Brock slotted his hands on Frown’s waist, pulling his best friend closer, and parted, but soon after began planting pepper-light kisses on the yellow-faced Lego. Master Frown scoffed and promptly placed his lips intensely against Brock’s once again. Brock would chuckle, but Frown’s tongue was already in his mouth.
Frown pushed hard against his roommate, grinding his sweaty, plastic body against his best friend. Every touch felt electrifying, stimulating, pure Elysium. Soon, they parted, gasping for air. The world felt dizzying, yet he felt fully alert; and full of affection for his best friend. He swiftly caught Master Frown’s eyes, whose were brimming with desperation, craving a passion Brock knew he could give him.
“Totally, dude,” Brock stated,—as if answering Frown’s thoughts—which immediately widened Frown’s already wicked grin.
Frown sat up, groaning from loss of contact, however, almost instantaneously, Brock picked up the smaller, princess-style, and despite Frown’s immediate squawk and arms flailing, he made no actual fight to get outside his best friend’s hold, and eventually settled in his arms for the remainder amount of walking.
Maybe it was the cookies, but everything seemed a whole lot better, sweeter, and just full of ecstasy after Frown ate them, so many feelings he barely felt were now exploding out of him in a rapturous melody. Even his sparkle matter was oddly shaped, with hearts that glitched, aberrations he had never seen before, he almost felt like he was in a fever dream, but where everything was syrupy saccharine.
Using his hips to open the door, Brock held the block until he reached their shared bed, where he sat the Lego down, allowing his cloaked best friend to sprawl over their cramped mattress. Once hitting the bed, Frown realized how warm his body was when met with the cool, soft fabrics. For a few moments, he realized how his heart was racing, but his mind only saw it as an exhilarating thrill.
While Brock scavenged through their bedside table, Master Frown found himself getting situated, lying on his stomach. His body felt eerily confident and relaxed, his mind warped with intoxicated elation. The smell of the pillow and each sound of movement reverberated in Frown’s mind, yet mixed in a harmonious symphony.
Brock searched through their shared bedside table, shuffling through the multitude of objects shoved inside. His mind was racing, he felt rapturous, and every single touch felt like sparks of electricity. After a few moments, his blocky hand grabbed a hold of a cold bottle.
Brock climbed onto their bed, “You rea—”
“I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, so get a fuckin’ move on!” Frown interrupted, bringing his head up and looking back at Brock, though his words held no malice.
“Okaay,” Brock popped the bottle cap open and poured lubricant on his hand, and began to slather it on his dick. The cold sensation was opposite to his body, which felt unnaturally hot. He felt as if he could feel Frown’s impatience beating into him every second he spent not fucking the block. The grey-blue Lego took the bottle, closed it, threw it in a miscellaneous part of their messy room; and began to position his dick in front of Master Frown’s inner hole.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Frown readied himself for the elation he’d soon feel, his brain racing from the drug in his system, yet his mind was full of lust; he dug his blocky hands into the pillow as Brock pushed his member into Frown’s inside hole. The yellow-faced Lego thought it seemed strange yet despite the amount of ecstasy he was feeling and the overflowing amount of glitching sparkle matter flew from his head—red hearts and yellow stars mixed with water droplets and copious other shapes. Breathing heavily, Frown wanted more and more. He’d wanted to be totally eviscerated.
Just in case, he would’ve asked one more time, but the quiet moans coming from Master Frown gave him enough of an answer. Halfway inside Frown, Brock locked his hands onto Master Frown’s hips and thrusted a few times weakly, sliding in deeper, before thrusting harder into his roommate’s tight asshole, while his own sparkle matter glitched above him.
“H-Hoooly shit, dudee! ” Frown moaned and held the sheets tightly.
The grey-blue Lego thrusted consecutively into the smaller block, hearing the symphony of Frown’s moans as he felt his body automatically establish a rhythm of thrusting, easing into the feeling of total exhilaration.
“You good, man?” Brock asked and received a whimper in response.
Frown’s mind was blank, the only thing that mattered if the stimulation would end and Brock. The erotic pleasure seemed never-ending, his chest heaving and his senses whiting out from the orgasmic ravishing. Master Frown smiled deliriously as Brock pounded deeply. Every movement and sound felt enhanced, and if he wasn’t as wrecked he’d realize why that was. His eyes squeezed shut as his roommate hammered into his ass, drooling. The intense elation almost felt too much to bear, he felt tears falling onto the pillow below and his vision truly whiting out as his back arched and he let out a ragged and guttural moan; spilling rainbow-colored liquid sparkle matter onto the white sheets.
Brock continued to thrust rapidly and roughly into Master Frown, reveling in the tightness. The block couldn’t help himself from huffing out sweet nothings as he felt the buzz of the drug still going strong. He adored the other block, he would do anything for him, he smiled thinking about the boy underneath him. Soon after, he felt his own rhythm faltering as he came deep inside Master Frown, and flopped down beside his best friend.
For a few moments, they lay there in silence. Maybe the quietness was a good change from the yelling and chaos. Maybe Master Frown liked it because Brock was with him, in what he would pretend was only platonic.
“Yo dude,” Master Frown rolled over to his roommate, feeling like he had finally come down.
Brock smiled, “Yeah?”
“I just—”
“I love you too, man,” Brock scooted over to hug Frown, who was too tired to fight him and melted into it.
He always came down from the drug, but Master Frown still felt that his heart was lighter, holding onto his favorite person, despite the fact he would never truly tell him. He cuddled with Brock, not unlike how they would usually sleep, but now with a deeper enjoyment.