Garble Will Totally Be Gay

>Character Select Screen.

>Choose Garble.

>Story begin.

>Spike's been gone for a while. Good riddance.

>Ever since that little dork left, we've gone right back to our usual pasttime aside from king of the hill and beating the crap out of each other.

>Poking fun at Fizzle, of course.

>Ever-wanting to be a bro, Fizz takes it like a champ.

>Of course, he keeps coming to me for advice.

>"H-hey, Garbs...uuhhm...you guys got me good...with the beehive disguised as a gem trick...again, heheh... Maybe uh...y-you could show me...how you did it?"

>What is he dumb? Why would we give away our hilarious secret?

>Oh, sure, it was flattering at first. Come to the alpha for advice on how to be more manly and less Fizzly.

>Some days it feels like Fizzle's asking about it every ten friggin minutes.

>He's all coy about it though for some reason.

>I don't get this priss.

>"Uhm uh...h-hey Garbs, have you uh...got any good...l-lifting tips?"

>White scales don't hide red blush very well. He always sounds so hopeful about it too, like he's about to float up to the clouds by his tail every time he asks me something dumb like that.

>What's with this guy?

>Every damn day. With his fidgeting, his nervous little ticks, and strangling his tail like its going to fall off.

>He's starting to piss me off. If he asks me all timidly one more damn time-

>I'm in the middle of eating.

>"Hey! Uhm, Garbs, I-I know I asked yesterday...could you show me how to sharpen my claws again?"

>Can't stop myself from growling or clenching my claws. Tipped over the edge, much?

>"NO, FIZZ!! You can' sharpen your claws to save your life! You can't lift a grasshopper from daisy! You can barely melt gold with your stupid breath! You might as well be a friggin girl!You're pathetic and you'll always BE pathetic!! Stop asking me stupid questions and stop calling me GARBS, I hate that crap!!"

>Well, that escalated quickly.

>Everyone's watching as the waterworks squeak on. He even does that thing with the quivering lower lip.

>Dammit Fizzle, why did you have to go and cry?

>Immediately regret blowing up on him. His patheticness gets me every time.

>But, everyone was watching. I ain't the alpha around here for nothing. Time to put on a show.

>"Oh, ya wanna cry about it now? I'll give ya somethin to cry about, Fizz!"

>Grab the weaker dragon by the arm and start dragging him behind some rocks for a beating.

>The others watch and try to crane their necks to get a look at what's going on as I get him behind the rock wall.

>"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT FAGS??"

>They all quickly go back to eating their gems. Tards.

>Toss Fizzle down on the bedrock behind the walls. He immediately curls up defensively.

>Loom over him menacingly.

>BANG! POW! THUD! WHACK!

>Cracks start to appear in the wall after Fizzle's "beating".

>Good thing these're dragon knuckles, or punching that wall woulda hurt like hell.

>Silence hangs for a moment before Fizzle finally uncovers his eyes. He's shaking like a leaf.

>"Wha...why did... I don't understand..." he whimpers up at me pathetically.

>Cross arms in mock disapproval, "Just meet me outside the crag, numbskull."

>Leave him there. Hear him scramble away as I leave.

>The others are nervously eating their gems and trying not to make eye-contact as I return.

>Guess it was a pretty good show. Time to ice the cake.

>"Well, I lost my friggin appetite," give them all a steely glare for good measure, "Better not catch any of you saps tearin' up around me, or I'll whale on you harder than that. Dragons don't cry. GOT IT?"

>Unanimous nods. Good. No questions asked.

>Spread wings and take off to meet Fizz at the crag.

>Just couldn't help it sometimes. When Spike isn't around, Fizz is the only one left to really pick on.

>He took it better than the chicks did anyway. They sure know how to throw a left hook.

>Didn't know he had a good cry in him, though...

>Fizz is waiting on the crag like I asked, he looks like he's about to lose his mind with anxiety.

>"G-Garble! I...I uh..." his claws shake at his chest and he cringes when I land, "Th-...I uhm...Than-"

>"Can it," cut him off before he makes this more awkward than it already is, "You good to fly?"

>He jerks his trap shut and nods at the question without hesitation.

>"Allright then. Follow me, moron," Didn't say it in a mean tone, more a straight-up one.

>Take flight again.

>He's behind me eventually. Barely hear his voice over the wind as he asks, "Wh-where are we...?"

>"Some place secret, dick-for-brains," I shoot back before he finishes, "So zip your lip about it allright? I don't want a buncha idiot hatchlings ruinin' the place."

>Don't wait for his scared reply as I bank towards one of the nearby mountains.

>Land on the gem-covered terrace I found exploring one day. It's a good place for a discrete snack...and a stroke if ya catch my drift.

>He lands soon after I do, looking around with equal parts fear and wonder.

>His stomach growls.

>I turn to face him finally, "Grab a gem, Fizz." Don't say anything else as I find a juicy-looking sapphire and walk over to sit on the ledge.

>Not too hard to see all the magma pools up here, and the green stuff beyond it.

>He sits down too, having also gotten a sapphire like he's trying to copy me or something. Whatever, man.

>No words for a while, just crunching gems.

>Finally look him in the eye, "Forget about it, Fizz."

>He practically jumps out of his scales when I speak, "Buh...huh? Th-the advice?" His tail curls up shyly, "I...I'm dumb, Garble...I...IshouldaknownitwasannoyingyouandIshouldastoppedand-."

>Not sure what's worse: how red he's getting or how obvious it is that he's GETTING red.

>Maybe I felt like I owed it to him for all the magma-wedgies and hell I put him through over the years.

>Maybe I just wanted someone to be cool with.

>Maybe I just didn't want to see that dumb crybaby face on him again.

>But I spoke again.

>"You got a bro right here, Fizz," dragon cockiness in 3, 2, 1, "The BEST bro, if ya ask me."

>His girly little eyes widen at those words and his mouth can't find his voice.

>"Just stop with the cryin stuff, okay?" Munch another chunk of sapphire down, "Doesn't look good on any dragon, least of all you. You're pathetic enough as it is."

>Fizz lowers his head in embarrassment, but he doesn't seem none worse for the wear. Hopefully he takes the advice.

>It was painful enough to see him spring the leak the first time.

>Lean back casually and rest claws on the ledge of the terrace.

>These rocks feel an awfully lot like dragon claws.

>Eyes dart to where my claws are resting.

>Right on top of Fizz's.

>Electricity shoots through both of our arms as we yank them away.

>Fizz clenches his claw nervously in his lap, looking off to the sunset and away from me.

>Red scales are good for hiding red blush

>Wait for him to look back to see my flat face.

>"No homo, dweeb."