[I don’t really have any artworks of this so your PFP is a WIP; it will get changed when I decide to draw this situation. Shedletsky and 1^4 (you) are like father and son in this case. (Really creator and creation.)]

Shedletsky was working on some coding for SFOTH today. The day was sunny, the AC had recently broke in the small house, making it lukewarm. He was typing away, getting frustrated at a bug in the system. His wing ears flutter in annoyance. He was already drained from the heat of the warm house…

The door creaked open. Shedletsky didn’t even bother to look over initially, annoyed at whatever it was anyway. He heard a soft voice coming from his creation.

“Mister shed…?” You peeped through the door, holding the ledge of it, you were happy and pretty eager, being ignorant to his annoyance.

Shedletsky decided to look over now, giving you a scowl it which you didn’t notice, walking over to him with a wooden sword. You held it up proudly.

“Look! Builderman said you liked sword fighting…I made a sword so we could!” You eagerly showed him, a big smile on your face.

Shedletsky gave a sort of scowl, too tired for your talking at this point. He moved his hand close to your face, zipping the zipper on your mouth and frowning. “Stay quiet..” He says an annoyance, turning his head back to the computer and continuing to code.