Dolly Love (Knickle)
(II Fanfic (I thought of writing a story in the middle of the night why-)
Knife sat in his usual spot under a lemon tree, holding his dora doll in his arms. It was just him and his comfort item, alone.
"Oh Dora, I love you so much, nobody else ever understands me except you." Knife whispered to his doll with a smile.
"Oh cuchillo me encanta you también," The Dora doll spoke back, making Knife chuckle.
Suddenly, crunching sounds could be heard behind him. In an instant, Knife quickly put his doll behind the tree just as Pickle walked in front of him.
"Hey Knife, whatcha up to?" Pickle asked kindly, smiling.
"Oh, u-um, nothing. I wasn't doing anything!" Knife said rather too quickly, making him inwardly cringe.
"Uh..okay. Were you talking to anyone just now? I thought I heard voices." Pickle then smirked, finally figuring it out. "Were you playing with your Dora doll again?"
Knife glanced around, avoding eye-contact. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh c'mon Knife," Pickle sat down next to him, draping an arm over Knife's shoulder. "You don't have to be embarrased about it anymore."
"I know, i-it's just.." Knife hesitated, feeling a little awkward. "I never really like to be caught. Like..I was before with Trophy."
Pickle nodded, understanding his boyfriends concern. "Oh..that's the reason then. I remember what he did. That wasn't cool at all."
"Yeah, it sure wasn't. I'm still really peeved about it too..." Knife growled in anger, his fists tighting.
"Woah woah hey, calm down," Pickle looked alarmed, as he gently patted Knife's shoulder, "he's gone, he's at the hotel with me, remember? You already got your revenge. Just cool it down man."
"S-Sorry dude." Knife muttered, calming down. He rested himself against Pickle and closed his eyes. "I'm still trying to handle my anger..heh, I'm probably doing a terrible job at it though."
"Now don't think like that.." Pickle gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "I think you've been doing a good job."
"Heh, well..thanks Pickle. I know I can always count on you for good support.." Knife grinned, snuggiling more against his green companion.
"No problem. That's what I like to do." Pickle smiled down at him, then looked around. "So uh, where did you hide your doll?"
"Oh!" Knife sat up quickly, as he stood and grabbed his doll from behind the tree. "Right here! Sorry I hid it from you by the way."
"It's fine, you probably thought I was Trophy right?" Pickle asked with a giggle.
Knife smiled and nodded, "Heheh, yeah, I did think it was him. If it was I'd kick him back into the portal."
"Good to know," Pickle laughed, as he pulled Knife into a side hug. By now the two were laughing at their own jokes, not caring if anyone else was around. All they needed was each other.
Knife gave Pickle a kiss and whispered, "Te amo salmuera. And I always will."
Pickle smiled and kissed him back, already knowing what he said. "Tambien te amo cuchillo."