This is gonna be platonic because I see scribble tom as a child and I lOVE HIM SO MUCH

Reader's POV

"SCRIBBLE NO." I screeched. I ran through the house trying to grab him. He laughed mischievously as he ran away with the knife. Eventually, I grabbed him and took the knife. "Who gave that to you? Was it Torm?" Scribble giggled and nodded. I groaned. "they're sooooo gonna get slapped." I mumbled. "Scribble you can't have a knife." Scribble pouted. "Why no? Scribble want knife." He tried to grab the knife from me but I held it above my head and pushed him down onto the couch. Then he tried climbing up my side. "Scribby no." I put the knife on top of the fridge and held him close like a toddler. The front door opened and I carried scribble tom to the living room. Torm walked in. "YOU GAVE SCRIBBY A KNIFE?!" I immediately screeched.

(Italics is Tord and bold is tom)

"Yes but I have a good reason okay."
"What's the reason?"
"He wanted me to."

I facepalmed. "He's got the mentality of a six year old, Torm. You can't give him sharp objects." I stated. "Yeah Tord, don't give him sharp objects." "Oh shut it Jehovah." I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room-still holding scribble- while Torm argued. "It's nap time for Scribby." I said softly, opening the door to scribble's room. "Noooo!" He whined. "Cmon Scribby." "No!" I laid him in his bed anyway. "Nap time." "Noooo!!!" "YES SCRIBBY." "SCRIBBY SAYS NO!" "YES IT IS NAP TIME." "NO SCRIBBY DON'T WANT NAP!" I cocooned him in a big blanket. "STOP STRUGGLING JUST GO TO SLEEP." "nnNNnOooOooO!" I hugged the cocoon of smol scribble. "Hush little Scribby stop screaming. Maybe I'll get you a candy ring. But if you don't go to sleep," I sang- but then just spoke "Then you're never ever getting candy again so go to sleep." Scribble tom giggled. "Okie, Scribby go nap now." He closed his eyes. I sighed in relief. I kissed his forehead. "Night Scribby." "Night y/n." I flicked off the light and closed his door. I went into the living room and flopped onto the couch beside Torm. "Remind me to use the candy threat more often." I said, running my temples. Torm laughed. "Well, he's basically just a more rambunctious tom." I nodded. "And Scribble has the mind of a child. With how stressed you are, I can now understand the stress some mothers go through." "Don't even start man, I go through waaayyyy more with scribble than you do." "Fair enough."

End