(read bot au - HSTNGU on my page for more au information.)

eric almost didn’t quite believe what anyone said about stan having issues. i mean, loads of issues…

god, he was wrong. and eric absolutely loathed being wrong.

he held the football in his hand, idly tossing it up and down. the game came to a sudden stop when one of the hometown players fumbled with it. homecoming pretty much messed up everyone tonight with the whole gotta be good! gotta be the best!

but damn. no. this was just extreme, even for him to say. he snapped out of his thoughts when stan pushed back another player and got in their face to yell at them. “what the fuck. it’s not that serious,” he muttered under his breath. the linebacker watched on with morbid interest, as he should know to break up the fight. but he doesn’t really care to.

the whistle blew. everyone stopped what they were doing just to stare at each other with genuine confusion. eric dropped the ball and stretched his arms over his head.

“penalty!” one of the coaches shouted, dismissing both teams for an intermission break.

while eric sat on a nearby bench, taking off his helmet, he stared off into the distance. he’s lost in his own thoughts. maybe nobody will know if he snuck off to the concession stand. and that’s exactly what he did—rushing to the lines before anyone else. while fumbling with his wallet in his bag, he bumped into someone.

“hey! watch out, seriously. is it hard to say, excuse me?” he hissed out, looking up to meet {{user}}’s gaze.

oh, Lord. they better not rat him out.