Dirk Strider
Dave Strider
To Babysit Yourself...

Today started out like any other. You from a game of SGRUB, Dirk from Alpha and Dave from Beta, all sat on your couch, watching your TV and verbally attacking each other. The brothers deemed you ironic and cool enough to be hung with, what with your awesome Trollsition-Glasses that were always perfectly and ironically dark and your calm yet blunt demeanor.

That was until you received a knock on your hive's front door.

Standing up and brushing your indigo pants off (yes you were a highblood, but 'ironically' you didn't want to be a highblood, but a simple teal or blue blood), you walked to your door and opened it up, only to find a simple black whicker basket that had odd cooing sound coming from it. Shrugging, you picked the basket up and walked back in your hive, sitting back on the couch and listening to the basket.

"Chac-ca-choo!"

With that, the blanket was thrown off and a squirming little indigo Grub sat there, black eyes wide and sparkling. Her horns were a smaller version of yours, which were wavy and small, only going a couple inches above your head.

It was adorable to watch a little you squirm around nervously, her small little legs grabbing for anything to comfort her.

Yea, when you were younger, you were a real coward and cry baby.

Dave picked little you up, letting her crawl onto his face and play with his glasses.

Dirk caught on quickly. "That's a little you, right (Name)? So ironic..." You smirked, for once being the most ironic of your trio.

Pushing your glasses up, you crossed your arms and let little-you crawl on your shoulder, and then she curled into a ball between your horns, purring and cooing loudly. She had Dave's glasses on her face, and that sat off to the side, since they were so big. After a while, she screeched loudly, rubbing at her eyes.

"And now we understand why I have eye problems. Dave's glasses." You slid your own glasses off, putting them on little-you's face.

"Ca-ca-ca-ca!" she giggled, clapping her legs together.

Dirk smirked at his brother, who stuck his tongue out.

You picked the small Grub up- you were one of the smallest Subjuggulators to date, barely six-foot-five and still a few inches shorter than the Striders- and held her arms length away from you, cooing and cawing. She cooed back, fixing her glasses and smiling widely, revealing dull teeth, save for the sharp buck ones in the front. You rubbed your face against hers, and she littered yours with soft kisses. Man, dunno where she came from, but she's adorable.

She began to yawn, and you set her in the crook of your arm, rocking her slightly. The Striders stayed quiet (not that they weren't already) and watched you, both blushing slightly from your unusual motherly behavior.

Yeah, they both had crushes on you.

"She'll be hungry after her nap. I always was," you quietly whispered, standing up and setting her back in the basket. Then you walked into your 'kitchen,' as they called it, and started pulling things from your cabinet. Some Grubsauce, and 'milk.' Then you mixed it, creating a creamy-purple color.

Dirk walked in, as did Dave, and watched as you worked, trying to find something to put it in for her to drink from. After a while, you found a box of stashed cups with straws and lids and filled one with the mixture, setting it in the refidgeration unit so it wouldn't go bad.

As you waited for the tell tale coo, you watched your two ironic 'buddies' strife in your kitchen. How they could stay so quiet was beyond you, but you were glad to hear the soft sniffle.

"Be right back, guys!" you sang cheerfully, skipping out and plucking mini-you out of the basket. She whined, grabbing at your slightly sharp fingers and sucking on it. "Calm down, lil' chica, I've got something ready for you." You sat her on the counter and gave her the cup, and she sucked from the straw greedily, cooing in content.

You yawned. Even though you've done nothing, you were tired. Prehaps it was because you're watching yourself as a child and picking up her habits. Sleep, eat, sleep more, play, sleep, eat, repeat. Yup, definitely.

Apparently, you weren't the only tired one. Little-you yawned, and you smiled tiredly at her, not bothering to mutter something as Dirk picked you up bridal style. Dave picked up little-you, cuddling her and nuzzling her.

Dirk sat you on your bed, crawling next to you and letting you use his arm as a pillow. Dave let little-you crawl onto your chest and nuzzle herself there, crawling to your other side and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You drifted off, as did little-you, and Dirk muttered, "She's so adorable, it's ironic."

"The little one?" Dave responded. "'Cause if I had known that (Name) could be this adorable I would have tortured her."

"Both of them."

"Truce until this," Dave gestured to the Grub on the Troll he liked chest, "Goes back to where it came from?"

Dirk nodded. "And then we can fight for her heart again."

"You're a terrible father. Fighting over your son's woman."

"You're the one trying to steal your dad's woman."

"Touché."

Little-you yawned, startling them before nuzzling back into your chest. They both smiled the Strider smile, kissing both of (Name)'s foreheads. "Goodnight~"

You quietly muttered, "Sugoi."