AN: I am doing my happy dance! Well, it's not really a dance, more like some weird seizure on the floor... the dance floor, ya? Never mind. Point is, thank you RebeccaGloom for your request on a vignette featuring your OC Rebecca Gloom and Frank, with the word 'Video Games'. I hope you and everyone here likes it! :D

Regarding requests though, I should explain the format more clearly because I pondered over this particular piece for a long time due to the fact that I forgot to obtain the necessary information. Thus, the exemplary format is this;

Word: Puppies

Genre: Horror/Comfort

Featuring: Scaredy Bat and Boo-Boo

Relationship of featured characters: Friendship

Age of characters: Both are 5 years old

If one is an OC: Describe him/her in terms of physical traits, personality, strengths, weaknesses, quirks, and their relationship with other characters. You may add more if you feel that it is necessary to do so.

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Fights for Love

When Frank had followed Ruby's suggestion of offering a game night with to cousin for romance, an image of Rebecca playing monopoly or clue came into his head. He had just dismissed Len's hopeful thought of her being a chick gamer who wielded an awesome gun. The founder of RIP (Rest in Pieces) only became worried when Skull Boy ominously quipped how 52% gamers were now women and gaming industries could no longer afford to overlook them. Other than that, Skull Boy had kept tight-lipped about the entire event until the actual day itself.

Still, Frank knew it was going to be one of the weirdest days of his life with Rebecca Gloom. And he was right.

"This is so much cooler than monopoly!" Len exclaimed, inspecting the 80'' TV, console, sound system and all the equipment that made up Rebecca's hobby.

"I know, I know! And guess what? Now is the ultimate season of the year in Gloomsville only, zombies are going to be our allies!" Rebecca squealed, randomly pulling out a zombie hand. Five winds later, she belched at the sight of it and just tossed it out of her window. Rather than hearing a cry of protest against killer-litter, they received a grateful shout of 'Thanks!' from the wondering zombie.

"You're welcome! Now I have free hands to get the snacks!" She chirped eagerly, massaging her hands as if they were sore from lifting a heavy detached arm before disappearing into the kitchen. As the pots clanged, Frank used that to hide his whisper to his twin,

"Er... Len, care to tell me what's this game?"

"Duh, Call of Duty. I always play it whenever you are mooning about Rebecca or trying to write a song."

Well, at least now he knew why there was always a rather war-like background noise every time he was 'seriously contemplating the meaning of life and not a hyperactive girl like Rebecca'. Or the weird story lines that he had been 'hallucinating' about too often so he converted them into song lyrics.

Frank replied in an assenting sort of grunt, unable to manage anything else as he sat down on one end of the couch. When he had realized that game night involved some form of a video game, he had talked Skull Boy into bringing a spare system over so they could sit on different furniture altogether. After all, if he knew Rebecca well, the zealous brunette, she would accidentally launch a controller into his mouth. Instead of understanding this, he had managed to set up both systems on the same TV so once the animatronic came back, she would be undeniably so close to him that not even she can joke about it. Something told him though that Ruby, ever the matchmaker, had given the skeleton rose-tinted sunglasses for no legitimate reason other than the fact to convince her usually oblivious and nonchalant 'boyfriend' (though the redhead and baldie avoided using the term yet) that it would be crucial for Frank and Rebecca to increase direct contact, keeping the relationship boost at maximum.

However, he highly doubted it was possible because the last time he had played a video game was when Aunt Rockella got a Sega at a garage sale and they played Sonic for a measly minute before it exploded. There would be no bonding between him and his ghoul if he could not even find a common topic to dwell on for Game Night.

He picked up the controller, flinching away from it as if it was a time bomb, but his brother, ever the avid gamer, eagerly reached for it and getting them set up in the system. It was obvious Len knew what he was doing. For once, the tables were turned as Len took charge calmly, creating their account and putting them down as wEaRErESTiNpIECES.

"Right. Here – so you move using the left stick," Len showed him on the controller. "Jump, crouch, attack, aim for- CUPCAKES!" He went through the controller as quickly as possible until Rebecca arrived with a platter of cupcakes... on her feet.

Both of them marveled at how she easily walked with her hands as she handed them each a cupcake though their awe rapidly transformed into horror when they realized the amount of strawberries on the treats. She might as well have served them a bowl of the aforementioned fruits instead. Still, they laughed much to Rebecca's delight when she somersaulted to the couch, unaware of Frank's heavy blush at their proximity.

"Alright-ie! Time for a friendly game of war! Ready dudes?"

'Nope, course not.' Frank bellowed... in his head. However, he instantly felt better as he managed to help Len move their avatar with his blue hand. He could forget that his leg (and technically Len's) was touching Rebecca's and his messed up feelings about it while concentrating on the game.

Almost.

"Ack – no – that's the jump button. Crouch! Crouch you fool!" Rebecca glanced at the conjoined brothers' half of the screen just in time to see their character die, Frank still mashing on the wrong button.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" One of the other players asked.

"Not really!" Frank said as his character re-spawned.

Rebecca tried to keep her eyes on her own side of the screen, but Frank kept jumping and cringing right next to him on the couch. People on their team were getting angry – and more than a little rude.

"Frank – where're you going? And I know it's not Len with the joystick." She asked as she watched his character run in a seemingly directionless manner.

"I don't know, I forgot how to shoot! I just know how to run!"

"Watch out for that guy-" Len mewled as Frank shrieked and dropped the controller.

"Augh – you dumb noob. Go make me a sandwich."

There was a click and the chatter of the other players died – Rebecca changing them to a private channel.

"YOU MADE A PROMISE! HOW DARE YOU?! AND TO MY BOYFRIEND OF ALL PEOPLE?!"

Frank gave her a curious look, shocked to see his normally sweet beau act in such an aggressive manner but Rebecca stared fixedly at the screen, her blood boiling in her ears as the swift kick she delivered to her own television made the screen flicker. A new team list appeared.

Listed on her team was herself, Frank and Len listed while on the other team were the rude members of her previous team, and all of them, both new teams, were in the common chat. Perfect, the television had understood her request, that she wanted them to hear their demise.

The other team was making confused chatter. Then with her digitalized voice over her comm, she sang,

"Don't let them in."

She ordered an airstrike.

"Don't let them see."

And another.

"Be the good girl you always have to be."

And one more just to be sure. The bombs started falling.

"Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know!"

"Wait! You can't do that!"

"Well now they know!"

"The McNuggets?"

"You can't do that!"

"Let it go, let it go!"

"Hey! This isn't right! Can't you even come up with something original, you freaky banshee?!"

At that, Rebecca, Frank and Len turned to each other slowly but knowingly. Then they disregarded their sweet voices and angelic harmony present during their band practices in favor of belting out their new song as loud as they continued their revamped second verse.

"Can't stop the bombs anymore! Let it shoot, let it shoot! Run away like a scared babe!"

Rebecca popped out of her hiding spot and started spraying bullets. The chatter from the other team was being drowned out by trio until almost all members of the opposing group were virtually dead.

Rebecca seized her nearby trumpet and blew a two tone blast before declaring to their shocked audience in an initially solemn time,

"My lords and ladies, pray attend. Harken as I present unto thee myself, the Ruler of the Unseelie Court, the Winter Lady, Empress of the Night, Magestrix of the Ice and Snow, Maab, the Queen of Air and Darkness! And she doesn't make sandwiches! That's for you guys, sillies!"

Only when she giggled at that last line did the screen flicker again, and they were disconnected from the game. The moment of silence dragged on for an eternity until Len broke it,

"How did you do that? I'm fairly certain the game isn't supposed to do that."

"Yeah, well... people shouldn't be such meanies." She was still glowering. She hadn't had to punish any pigs for a while. After all, Rebecca had gotten too good for anyone to think of saying anything to her. Yet she hated that Frank's first impression of the game was that it was full of idiots. She had really wanted to share this with him, she realised. Really wanted to develop their relationship. She'd even thought that this could be a regular thing.

"Sorry," She said in an uncharacteristic despondent voice, not daring to look at Frank. "We could try offline play, so we don't have to deal with them and I can explain the controls better..."

"That's okay," Frank said, patting her knee, in an effort to comfort her. "How about you play, and I can watch?" He suggested, gingerly putting the controller down on the coffee table like it might explode on him much to Len's protest until Frank discreetly pinched his elfin ears to knock out the other lead guitarist of RIP. "I want to watch you play. I'm sorry I can't really appreciate this thing.

Watching Rebecca play was much more fun than playing himself, Frank decided. Not nearly as stressful. Frank was allowed to inspect her face closely, to the point one could make out individual, intriguing freckles all across her face and realize she even had them on her eyelids.

Oddly, Rebecca was calm for once, even a calculating strategist. She didn't get rattled by all the people shooting at her, or by the air strikes. She gave orders, and the other players actually followed them.

And she was having fun. She was leaning forward, biting her lip as the clock counted down. After every tense moment, she let out a breath. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth.

When the game was won – Rebecca's team just having recaptured a flag moment before – they turned to each other.

Her honey orbs were shining with excitement and happiness – pure, unadulterated happiness. Enthralled. Frank's knee was still touching her own, a source of warmth that Rebecca was hyper aware of all of a sudden.

Rebecca's bangs had started to come loose from her bun, after all the times she had tugged on her hair. A lock was partially covering one of those warm eyes.

Frank reached out and pushed it back, tucking Rebecca's hair behind her ear and ignoring the rumbling snores of Len.

Frank wasn't sure why she was whispering his name; something about being in a small pink polka-dotted room at nighttime by themselves created an intimate feeling. Especially the creepy bunnies eerily resembling Thumper. Frank doubted that even her pet rabbit couldn't ruin the moment.

"I've been meaning to say this for a long time..."

Frank inhaled sharply until Rebecca finally opened her mouth,

"I do make sandwiches. I lied earlier."

"Ok, I admit. When I play matchmaker, I should check if there are any window opportunities for a situation like that to occur." Ruby conceded defeat as she and Skull Boy watched the grainy footage of Frank laughing his head off.

"I want my hundred by tomorrow...", was all Skull Boy said. Ruby sighed at the loss of baking soda but she had lost the bet. Even with extra help, there would never really be a romantic moment between Frank and Rebecca, their romance was like a comedy skit.

Yet, as she saw Rebecca's contended smile and Frank's tears of laughter that still failed to wake Len up, she was glad she was proven wrong. Sometimes, romance was not obvious but you will eventually know if there could be a deeper relationship between two people... they just needed a little jolt from video games... and maybe a descendant of excellent hackers...