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“And the victory goes to….Vicky and the Roboties!!!” stated the young girl from TV. “Excellent work everyone! But, it looks like there’s more to be done. Tune in for the next episode of…Mini-Bot Buddies!”
The show’s jingle rang out one last time, and then immediately turned to ads. With the morning finally finished, one of the kids ran up to the TV and turned it off. Suddenly, someone said,
“My toast is wet!” It was a golden mole boy, with glasses, and around six years old.
“You should learn to eat while watching, Thad,” Cindy said. She climbed out of the bed, with her own doll named Dolly in tow. She went to grab a brush from the floor, and began working on the doll’s unkempt hair, forcing each stroke with childish loving care.
“What else is on TV?” asked Yuri. The polar bear boy apparently did not see the TV turn off, considering his head was upside down and below the table with everyone’s breakfast. “Does anyone know?”
“I think the news…And something about gardening?” said Lily to his feet, which were right next to her.
“Yuck! Let’s go outside and play with the snow!” Brian said and dashed to the door.
“U-um….Ssssnow too littl…..” said Tiana.
“WHAT!?” yelled Brian back at the giraffe girl, who went back to hiding behind Tam.
“She said snow is too little!!! You blockhead!” Cindy repeated. “Anyways, no one wants to go outside! Isn’t that right, Dolly?”
“You just saying it because you don’t have fur to protect you!” Brian shot at her.
“AM NOT!” Cindy shot back, and then did a kitten-like hiss.
“I think it’s warm outside,” said Bobby.
“Stop lying!” Cindy said.
“He isn’t lying! He’s just very warm, aren’t you?” Tam said matter-of-factly. The kangaroo mouse girl then looked at the penguin boy, after he dropped a plate on the floor, making a loud noise.
“Oops,” said Bobby.
“I’ll help you clean,” Lily said and took him be the wing.
As they passed by, Mimmy said in her squeaky mousey voice, “I wanna play hide and seek!”
“You always hide somewhere stupid! No one wants to play hide and seek with you!” Brian said.
And the usual commotion began. Each kids, chaotically throwing their words into the air, competing for being the loudest one there is. There was once a rumor that Miss Cheshire lost her hearing because of this. It was loud, it was disorienting, it was heated.
But then someone asked, “How long until Miss Cheshire comes?”
The room fell into silence. Just like that. All of the kids crossed their gazes at Mimi, who was at the couch, and busy dangling her feet that couldn’t reach the floor.
“I don’t remember!” said Gavin, a terrier.
“Me neither!” said Gawain, another terrier.
“She said until tomorrow!” Yuri mentioned. The with an “oof” and a thud, he rolled onto the floor.
“No dummy! She said until today, at six!” Cindy said.
“Oh!” Yuri conceded.
“But when’s eight? Do we have time?” Bobby asked, returning back with a mop, while Lily carried a bucket.
“The clock can say it,” Charlotte mentioned, eating the last toast. The young crocodile went to sit next to Tam.
“Do you know how the clock works?” Yuri asked.
“It says, twelve forthy-three on the clock!” answered Tam, adjusting her glasses proudly.
“How do you know it’s forty-three? Doesn’t it already went over eight then?” Brian said.
“That’s cause the clock goes twice!” Cindy exclaimed, and then dramatically sighed into the air.
“Hey, when’s my birthday?” Bobby suddenly inquired, still holding on to the plate he picked from the floor.
The kids looked at him. They then all began murmur, checking in on each other about the dates again. For an orphan, a birthday is much less a celebration, and more a formal event. Even for the one who has a birthday, there was nothing much except usually some congratulatory remark, and then maybe a cake. Sometimes Miss Cheshire would make it herself, and have one slice shared by everyone. All cakes shared a candle, and they would be asked to make a wish, very quickly, so as to save on that candle. Sometimes she would by a cake instead, and more so lately thanks to her friend offering it. Other times, though, they will skip the cake on the day, and they would have to wait for it later. It was a nice treat, to be sure.
“Didn’t you celebrate your birthday yet?” Lily asked.
“I dunno, I don’t remember,” Bobby admitted.
“But Miss Cheshire would remember it, wouldn’t she?” Cindy reasoned.
“She could’ve forgot,” Brian suggested, causing Cindy to do a scoff.
“There’s no way she can forget that, Brian!”
“She forgot her glasses again, though!” he retorted.
Another thing to remember, but these kids can forget when their birthday is. Some only got their birthday as the day they got found and raised into the orphanage.
“No, she got your birthday,” Charlotte said. Suddenly, there was an oatmeal bar in her hand. “Remember when the monster attacked the day before?”
“Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Thanks Char!”
The girl nodded and took another bite.
“So, who’s birthday is next?” Yuri wondered, letting Lily and Bobby to walk over him, supplies in their hands.
“Not me! Mine is in summer!” said Mimmy.
“Okay, but who else has it during winter?” Cindy asked.
“Me, but I have it after the New Year. I can’t wait to get MY cake!” Charlotte said.
“Your cake will be the same as last time,” said Cindy.
“No, she gets different cakes! The last three she got where apple cakes. But she’ll change them after three! I know that!” said Charlotte.
“When’s Chester’s birthday?” Lily asked suddenly.
The room was shuddered into a new form of silence. This one was different, as the room had abruptly lost most of its temperature it accumulated beforehand.
“I don’t think anyone knows,” said Yuri.
Lily looked around the room, surprised. To be fair, she was the most recent addition to the orphanage, being transferred from somewhere else. The place was shut down after the owner died, and there were too few kids living for the place to have a reason to exist. She would describe the move as need to get used to.
“Guess no one’s birthday coming up!” Brian announced, and everyone went back to their usual behavior.
“Okay…” Lily moved slowly to the table, to collect all the empty plates. “What about Miss Cheshire? When’s her birthday?”
“OH!” Tam exclaimed and jumped out of her chair, then ran out. No one understood what happened, until she returned with her notebook. It was ripped and brown, with a pink ribbon to give it some charm. Tam quickly flipped it open, until she landed on one of the pages, and pointed at it. “There, it says here!” she said, “Miss Cheshire is always the last to get her birthday!…And it was last week!”
She closed her book and giddily looked at everyone.
“Weird, we never celebrate her birthday,” Cindy said.
“Really? Why not?” Lily asked.
“She doesn’t like birthdays!” Brian said to her.
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause she makes the worst birthdays! I’ve seen other kids get WAY better birthdays. They get presents!”
“Maybe…maybe…” everyone looked at Jenny, who quickly scrunched her neck to hide behind Charlotte. “Maybe she’s p-p-p-p-…not enough money,” she said.
“Nah, she hates them. Trust me,” Brian said confidently.
“How about we make her a birthday then,” Lily said. In return she got a collection of side-eyes, wrinkling of faces, and raised eyebrows, as well as one, very loud, “WHAT?!”
Lily did not mind that for a sec, and continued, “She gets her birthday celebrated, and maybe after that, she won’t hate birthdays anymore!”
There was a moment of silence. It was as if an unthinkable secret was discovered and revealed to the rest of the world.
The first to break the silence was Yuri, hesitantly, “You think…we can do that!?”
“And make her not hate birthdays ever!?” Charlotte added.
“No way she can!” Brian continued.
“Where are we gonna get a birthday cake for her?” Cindy wondered. “We don’t even have money!”
“We can just go to Miss Elefantus,” Lily suggested.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
“She can definitely make a cake,” Bobby said.
“Another apple one?” Yuri complained.
“She can make other types,” Charlotte noted.
“But we don’t have money!” Cindy reminded.
“We can work it off!” Lily proclaimed. And immediately everyone groaned.
“More work!?” Thaddeus said.
“Who wants more work?” Asked Gavin. Gawain answered with, “I don’t!”
“C’mon guys!” Lily looked around for any sort of approval, but it looked like each and everyone felt against it. Except for one.
“Everyone says meen things to Miss Cheshire…” said Mimmy. “But, Vicky and Roboties said….That mean words and mean actions make people mean! So good words and good actions make people good! Right?”
Everyone started to ponder on these words. Some looked down, already agreeing with the assessment. Others where shuffling uncomfortably, agreeing too, but didn’t want to admit it. And then there’s Charlotte, who finishing her bar, stood up to go to the kitchen.
“I guess…we can make her a present, to make her feel better,” admitted Cindy, petting her doll on the head.
“And do some extra work, so she won’t feel cranky anymore!” Yuri added.
“I’ll clean the basement!” said Gavin.
“Me too!” said Gawain.
“I’ll help with getting the cake,” Tam noted. “I’ll ask Charlotte on specifications, and me and Jenny will make a homemade cake.”
“A homemade cake!?” Brian exclaimed incredulously. When everyone looked at him, he looked down, only to suddenly say, “Maybe…some presents too?”
“Where can we get a present?” Yuri asked.
“Maybe a picture!” Mimmy suggested.
“Or a….p-p-p-presentation!” Jenny added, much to shock of everyone.
“It’s settled then!” Lily said, her hands on her hips. “It’s time to do, operation: Happy Cheshire! Everyone ready?” She put her black-furred hand forward.
Some kids were still hesitant, but first came Bobby, to put his wing on it. Mimmy came close second, then Tam, Cindy, Gavin, Gawain, Yuri, Charlotte, Jenny, Thaddeus, and lastly, Brian.
“On the count of three….”
“THREE!!!” everyone shouted.
…
Chester sat right by the snoring friend of his. Tom was apparently a really loud sleeper, Chester even wondered how did the old lady not run him off from her house earlier. Maybe she was just that deaf after all these years.
He checked his watch again, and already counted an hour. They needed to get ready soon, or something, since they might get late. And more importantly, so that he won’t go crazy from boredom. Chester placed his head on the cafeteria table, right next to the food, a bag full of electronics from Tom, which he had no idea how they worked, and a washable marker he found. This was a trial of suffering, and he wondered where the heck Azure was at this time. He could just sink in a disappear, maybe fall asleep too.
“EXCUSE ME!” said a nasally voice.
Chester straightened up, and immediately headed to the nearby door.
“NOT SO FAST!” announced Matthew, the goose. “You fiend…you thought that you could escape me, without answering some important questions of mine…” Matthew waddled his way to Chester, whose head was hanging on the side pleading to end him. Then the goose stopped and looked at Tom. “What’s with his face?”
He pointed to the monocle, mustache and lipstick combination that Tom had.
“What do you want?” Chester asked, ignoring the question.
“I want answers!” Matthew moved in, until he was right at hedgehog’s face. “Why did Tom of all people, decided to leave us, his friends, out of the competition? What is this ‘nonsense’ about the end of the world? Some…’ghosts’…or other, that apparently he has to battle with, huh? What new LARP scene has he been involved with, tell me!”
Chester raised a brow, only now aware that Tom apparently told him that. He concluded to go along with this, “It’s exactly like he said.”
Matthew stared at him for a moment, and then gave out giant nasally guffaw. “Oh my goodness, are you just the jokester! Arf-hahahahaha!” He dramatically wiped a tear, and then continued, “Now, kindly, tell me, what is going on?”
“We’re just…trying to save the world. That’s it.” Chester watched as the color drained from the goose’s face. It seemed as if something new was being formed in him. Something that even the hedgehog did not like to see.
“Look if you don’t believe or something-“
“I don’t know what you are trying to do here, pal,” Matthed interrupted him, “but I am not going to fall for some…lark about being savior of the world! If you are going to lie about something, do so with more grace!”
“Look, dude, I’m not lying!” Chester justified himself. “I can transform if you want-“
“I had enough. I don’t need a friend who decides to cut me off, without a reason!” Matthew proclaimed. “At least be open that you hate me….”
“Hey, wait! That’s not what he…” Chester watched the goose speedwaddle away. At this point, the boy couldn’t help but feel awful. He wanted to say forget it, but for some reason, it did hurt. It was as if he inadvertently worsened something.
And then someone called him,
“Chester!”
“Flora?” Chester turned around, recognizing the voice. Then his jaw dropped, “…………………..BARBIE!?”
“You like how I look?” Barbie said, coming up from behind Flora. After entering the cafeteria, she twirled in her new magenta-hued dress that complimented her scales, with bow and slippers synergized that synergized in color. With it a cute jacket on top, and a cuter strawberry-themed purse on the side, she was stunning. That’s not mentioning her pretty nails and make-up job. Chester thought he was looking at one of those celebrity kids he saw on the magazines that lined up the desk by the front desk in the hospital.
“I-I-I…” Chester stuttered uncontrollably. This was the first time he saw something that could leave him in such state.
“Exactly what we needed!” Flora said, and pulled Barbie away, saying they need to go out. “Have fun with your battle bot!” she said as they left.
Chester took a moment to collect himself. From this, he came to a very profound lesson for himself.
Girls are terrifying.
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“And the victory goes to….Vicky and the Roboties!!!” stated the young girl from TV. “Excellent work everyone! But, it looks like there’s more to be done. Tune in for the next episode of…Mini-Bot Buddies!”
The show’s jingle rang out one last time, and then immediately turned to ads. With the morning finally finished, one of the kids ran up to the TV and turned it off. Suddenly, someone said,
“My toast is wet!” It was a golden mole boy, with glasses, and around six years old.
“You should learn to eat while watching, Thad,” Cindy said. She climbed out of the bed, with her own doll named Dolly in tow. She went to grab a brush from the floor, and began working on the doll’s unkempt hair, forcing each stroke with childish loving care.
“What else is on TV?” asked Yuri. The polar bear boy apparently did not see the TV turn off, considering his head was upside down and below the table with everyone’s breakfast. “Does anyone know?”
“I think the news…And something about gardening?” said Lily to his feet, which were right next to her.
“Yuck! Let’s go outside and play with the snow!” Brian said and dashed to the door.
“U-um….Ssssnow too littl…..” said Tiana.
“WHAT!?” yelled Brian back at the giraffe girl, who went back to hiding behind Tam.
“She said snow is too little!!! You blockhead!” Cindy repeated. “Anyways, no one wants to go outside! Isn’t that right, Dolly?”
“You just saying it because you don’t have fur to protect you!” Brian shot at her.
“AM NOT!” Cindy shot back, and then did a kitten-like hiss.
“I think it’s warm outside,” said Bobby.
“Stop lying!” Cindy said.
“He isn’t lying! He’s just very warm, aren’t you?” Tam said matter-of-factly. The kangaroo mouse girl then looked at the penguin boy, after he dropped a plate on the floor, making a loud noise.
“Oops,” said Bobby.
“I’ll help you clean,” Lily said and took him be the wing.
As they passed by, Mimmy said in her squeaky mousey voice, “I wanna play hide and seek!”
“You always hide somewhere stupid! No one wants to play hide and seek with you!” Brian said.
And the usual commotion began. Each kids, chaotically throwing their words into the air, competing for being the loudest one there is. There was once a rumor that Miss Cheshire lost her hearing because of this. It was loud, it was disorienting, it was heated.
But then someone asked, “How long until Miss Cheshire comes?”
The room fell into silence. Just like that. All of the kids crossed their gazes at Mimi, who was at the couch, and busy dangling her feet that couldn’t reach the floor.
“I don’t remember!” said Gavin, a terrier.
“Me neither!” said Gawain, another terrier.
“She said until tomorrow!” Yuri mentioned. The with an “oof” and a thud, he rolled onto the floor.
“No dummy! She said until today, at six!” Cindy said.
“Oh!” Yuri conceded.
“But when’s eight? Do we have time?” Bobby asked, returning back with a mop, while Lily carried a bucket.
“The clock can say it,” Charlotte mentioned, eating the last toast. The young crocodile went to sit next to Tam.
“Do you know how the clock works?” Yuri asked.
“It says, twelve forthy-three on the clock!” answered Tam, adjusting her glasses proudly.
“How do you know it’s forty-three? Doesn’t it already went over eight then?” Brian said.
“That’s cause the clock goes twice!” Cindy exclaimed, and then dramatically sighed into the air.
“Hey, when’s my birthday?” Bobby suddenly inquired, still holding on to the plate he picked from the floor.
The kids looked at him. They then all began murmur, checking in on each other about the dates again. For an orphan, a birthday is much less a celebration, and more a formal event. Even for the one who has a birthday, there was nothing much except usually some congratulatory remark, and then maybe a cake. Sometimes Miss Cheshire would make it herself, and have one slice shared by everyone. All cakes shared a candle, and they would be asked to make a wish, very quickly, so as to save on that candle. Sometimes she would by a cake instead, and more so lately thanks to her friend offering it. Other times, though, they will skip the cake on the day, and they would have to wait for it later. It was a nice treat, to be sure.
“Didn’t you celebrate your birthday yet?” Lily asked.
“I dunno, I don’t remember,” Bobby admitted.
“But Miss Cheshire would remember it, wouldn’t she?” Cindy reasoned.
“She could’ve forgot,” Brian suggested, causing Cindy to do a scoff.
“There’s no way she can forget that, Brian!”
“She forgot her glasses again, though!” he retorted.
Another thing to remember, but these kids can forget when their birthday is. Some only got their birthday as the day they got found and raised into the orphanage.
“No, she got your birthday,” Charlotte said. Suddenly, there was an oatmeal bar in her hand. “Remember when the monster attacked the day before?”
“Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Thanks Char!”
The girl nodded and took another bite.
“So, who’s birthday is next?” Yuri wondered, letting Lily and Bobby to walk over him, supplies in their hands.
“Not me! Mine is in summer!” said Mimmy.
“Okay, but who else has it during winter?” Cindy asked.
“Me, but I have it after the New Year. I can’t wait to get MY cake!” Charlotte said.
“Your cake will be the same as last time,” said Cindy.
“No, she gets different cakes! The last three she got where apple cakes. But she’ll change them after three! I know that!” said Charlotte.
“When’s Chester’s birthday?” Lily asked suddenly.
The room was shuddered into a new form of silence. This one was different, as the room had abruptly lost most of its temperature it accumulated beforehand.
“I don’t think anyone knows,” said Yuri.
Lily looked around the room, surprised. To be fair, she was the most recent addition to the orphanage, being transferred from somewhere else. The place was shut down after the owner died, and there were too few kids living for the place to have a reason to exist. She would describe the move as need to get used to.
“Guess no one’s birthday coming up!” Brian announced, and everyone went back to their usual behavior.
“Okay…” Lily moved slowly to the table, to collect all the empty plates. “What about Miss Cheshire? When’s her birthday?”
“OH!” Tam exclaimed and jumped out of her chair, then ran out. No one understood what happened, until she returned with her notebook. It was ripped and brown, with a pink ribbon to give it some charm. Tam quickly flipped it open, until she landed on one of the pages, and pointed at it. “There, it says here!” she said, “Miss Cheshire is always the last to get her birthday!…And it was last week!”
She closed her book and giddily looked at everyone.
“Weird, we never celebrate her birthday,” Cindy said.
“Really? Why not?” Lily asked.
“She doesn’t like birthdays!” Brian said to her.
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause she makes the worst birthdays! I’ve seen other kids get WAY better birthdays. They get presents!”
“Maybe…maybe…” everyone looked at Jenny, who quickly scrunched her neck to hide behind Charlotte. “Maybe she’s p-p-p-p-…not enough money,” she said.
“Nah, she hates them. Trust me,” Brian said confidently.
“How about we make her a birthday then,” Lily said. In return she got a collection of side-eyes, wrinkling of faces, and raised eyebrows, as well as one, very loud, “WHAT?!”
Lily did not mind that for a sec, and continued, “She gets her birthday celebrated, and maybe after that, she won’t hate birthdays anymore!”
There was a moment of silence. It was as if an unthinkable secret was discovered and revealed to the rest of the world.
The first to break the silence was Yuri, hesitantly, “You think…we can do that!?”
“And make her not hate birthdays ever!?” Charlotte added.
“No way she can!” Brian continued.
“Where are we gonna get a birthday cake for her?” Cindy wondered. “We don’t even have money!”
“We can just go to Miss Elefantus,” Lily suggested.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
“She can definitely make a cake,” Bobby said.
“Another apple one?” Yuri complained.
“She can make other types,” Charlotte noted.
“But we don’t have money!” Cindy reminded.
“We can work it off!” Lily proclaimed. And immediately everyone groaned.
“More work!?” Thaddeus said.
“Who wants more work?” Asked Gavin. Gawain answered with, “I don’t!”
“C’mon guys!” Lily looked around for any sort of approval, but it looked like each and everyone felt against it. Except for one.
“Everyone says meen things to Miss Cheshire…” said Mimmy. “But, Vicky and Roboties said….That mean words and mean actions make people mean! So good words and good actions make people good! Right?”
Everyone started to ponder on these words. Some looked down, already agreeing with the assessment. Others where shuffling uncomfortably, agreeing too, but didn’t want to admit it. And then there’s Charlotte, who finishing her bar, stood up to go to the kitchen.
“I guess…we can make her a present, to make her feel better,” admitted Cindy, petting her doll on the head.
“And do some extra work, so she won’t feel cranky anymore!” Yuri added.
“I’ll clean the basement!” said Gavin.
“Me too!” said Gawain.
“I’ll help with getting the cake,” Tam noted. “I’ll ask Charlotte on specifications, and me and Jenny will make a homemade cake.”
“A homemade cake!?” Brian exclaimed incredulously. When everyone looked at him, he looked down, only to suddenly say, “Maybe…some presents too?”
“Where can we get a present?” Yuri asked.
“Maybe a picture!” Mimmy suggested.
“Or a….p-p-p-presentation!” Jenny added, much to shock of everyone.
“It’s settled then!” Lily said, her hands on her hips. “It’s time to do, operation: Happy Cheshire! Everyone ready?” She put her black-furred hand forward.
Some kids were still hesitant, but first came Bobby, to put his wing on it. Mimmy came close second, then Tam, Cindy, Gavin, Gawain, Yuri, Charlotte, Jenny, Thaddeus, and lastly, Brian.
“On the count of three….”
“THREE!!!” everyone shouted.
…
Chester sat right by the snoring friend of his. Tom was apparently a really loud sleeper, Chester even wondered how did the old lady not run him off from her house earlier. Maybe she was just that deaf after all these years.
He checked his watch again, and already counted an hour. They needed to get ready soon, or something, since they might get late. And more importantly, so that he won’t go crazy from boredom. Chester placed his head on the cafeteria table, right next to the food, a bag full of electronics from Tom, which he had no idea how they worked, and a washable marker he found. This was a trial of suffering, and he wondered where the heck Azure was at this time. He could just sink in a disappear, maybe fall asleep too.
“EXCUSE ME!” said a nasally voice.
Chester straightened up, and immediately headed to the nearby door.
“NOT SO FAST!” announced Matthew, the goose. “You fiend…you thought that you could escape me, without answering some important questions of mine…” Matthew waddled his way to Chester, whose head was hanging on the side pleading to end him. Then the goose stopped and looked at Tom. “What’s with his face?”
He pointed to the monocle, mustache and lipstick combination that Tom had.
“What do you want?” Chester asked, ignoring the question.
“I want answers!” Matthew moved in, until he was right at hedgehog’s face. “Why did Tom of all people, decided to leave us, his friends, out of the competition? What is this ‘nonsense’ about the end of the world? Some…’ghosts’…or other, that apparently he has to battle with, huh? What new LARP scene has he been involved with, tell me!”
Chester raised a brow, only now aware that Tom apparently told him that. He concluded to go along with this, “It’s exactly like he said.”
Matthew stared at him for a moment, and then gave out giant nasally guffaw. “Oh my goodness, are you just the jokester! Arf-hahahahaha!” He dramatically wiped a tear, and then continued, “Now, kindly, tell me, what is going on?”
“We’re just…trying to save the world. That’s it.” Chester watched as the color drained from the goose’s face. It seemed as if something new was being formed in him. Something that even the hedgehog did not like to see.
“Look if you don’t believe or something-“
“I don’t know what you are trying to do here, pal,” Matthed interrupted him, “but I am not going to fall for some…lark about being savior of the world! If you are going to lie about something, do so with more grace!”
“Look, dude, I’m not lying!” Chester justified himself. “I can transform if you want-“
“I had enough. I don’t need a friend who decides to cut me off, without a reason!” Matthew proclaimed. “At least be open that you hate me….”
“Hey, wait! That’s not what he…” Chester watched the goose speedwaddle away. At this point, the boy couldn’t help but feel awful. He wanted to say forget it, but for some reason, it did hurt. It was as if he inadvertently worsened something.
And then someone called him,
“Chester!”
“Flora?” Chester turned around, recognizing the voice. Then his jaw dropped, “…………………..BARBIE!?”
“You like how I look?” Barbie said, coming up from behind Flora. After entering the cafeteria, she twirled in her new magenta-hued dress that complimented her scales, with bow and slippers synergized that synergized in color. With it a cute jacket on top, and a cuter strawberry-themed purse on the side, she was stunning. That’s not mentioning her pretty nails and make-up job. Chester thought he was looking at one of those celebrity kids he saw on the magazines that lined up the desk by the front desk in the hospital.
“I-I-I…” Chester stuttered uncontrollably. This was the first time he saw something that could leave him in such state.
“Exactly what we needed!” Flora said, and pulled Barbie away, saying they need to go out. “Have fun with your battle bot!” she said as they left.
Chester took a moment to collect himself. From this, he came to a very profound lesson for himself.
Girls are terrifying.
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Here's the early on
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“And the victory goes to….Vicky and the Roboties!!!” stated the young girl from TV. “Excellent work everyone! But, it looks like there’s more to be done. Tune in for the next episode of…Mini-Bot Buddies!”
The show’s jingle rang out one last time, and then immediately turned to ads. With the morning finally finished, one of the kids ran up to the TV and turned it off. Suddenly, someone said,
“My toast is wet!” It was a golden mole boy, with glasses, and around six years old.
“You should learn to eat while watching, Thad,” Cindy said. She climbed out of the bed, with her own doll named Dolly in tow. She went to grab a brush from the floor, and began working on the doll’s unkempt hair, forcing each stroke with childish loving care.
“What else is on TV?” asked Yuri. The polar bear boy apparently did not see the TV turn off, considering his head was upside down and below the table with everyone’s breakfast. “Does anyone know?”
“I think the news…And something about gardening?” said Lily to his feet, which were right next to her.
“Yuck! Let’s go outside and play with the snow!” Brian said and dashed to the door.
“U-um….Ssssnow too littl…..” said Tiana.
“WHAT!?” yelled Brian back at the giraffe girl, who went back to hiding behind Tam.
“She said snow is too little!!! You blockhead!” Cindy repeated. “Anyways, no one wants to go outside! Isn’t that right, Dolly?”
“You just saying it because you don’t have fur to protect you!” Brian shot at her.
“AM NOT!” Cindy shot back, and then did a kitten-like hiss.
“I think it’s warm outside,” said Bobby.
“Stop lying!” Cindy said.
“He isn’t lying! He’s just very warm, aren’t you?” Tam said matter-of-factly. The kangaroo mouse girl then looked at the penguin boy, after he dropped a plate on the floor, making a loud noise.
“Oops,” said Bobby.
“I’ll help you clean,” Lily said and took him be the wing.
As they passed by, Mimmy said in her squeaky mousey voice, “I wanna play hide and seek!”
“You always hide somewhere stupid! No one wants to play hide and seek with you!” Brian said.
And the usual commotion began. Each kids, chaotically throwing their words into the air, competing for being the loudest one there is. There was once a rumor that Miss Cheshire lost her hearing because of this. It was loud, it was disorienting, it was heated.
But then someone asked, “How long until Miss Cheshire comes?”
The room fell into silence. Just like that. All of the kids crossed their gazes at Mimi, who was at the couch, and busy dangling her feet that couldn’t reach the floor.
“I don’t remember!” said Gavin, a terrier.
“Me neither!” said Gawain, another terrier.
“She said until tomorrow!” Yuri mentioned. The with an “oof” and a thud, he rolled onto the floor.
“No dummy! She said until today, at six!” Cindy said.
“Oh!” Yuri conceded.
“But when’s eight? Do we have time?” Bobby asked, returning back with a mop, while Lily carried a bucket.
“The clock can say it,” Charlotte mentioned, eating the last toast. The young crocodile went to sit next to Tam.
“Do you know how the clock works?” Yuri asked.
“It says, twelve forthy-three on the clock!” answered Tam, adjusting her glasses proudly.
“How do you know it’s forty-three? Doesn’t it already went over eight then?” Brian said.
“That’s cause the clock goes twice!” Cindy exclaimed, and then dramatically sighed into the air.
“Hey, when’s my birthday?” Bobby suddenly inquired, still holding on to the plate he picked from the floor.
The kids looked at him. They then all began murmur, checking in on each other about the dates again. For an orphan, a birthday is much less a celebration, and more a formal event. Even for the one who has a birthday, there was nothing much except usually some congratulatory remark, and then maybe a cake. Sometimes Miss Cheshire would make it herself, and have one slice shared by everyone. All cakes shared a candle, and they would be asked to make a wish, very quickly, so as to save on that candle. Sometimes she would by a cake instead, and more so lately thanks to her friend offering it. Other times, though, they will skip the cake on the day, and they would have to wait for it later. It was a nice treat, to be sure.
“Didn’t you celebrate your birthday yet?” Lily asked.
“I dunno, I don’t remember,” Bobby admitted.
“But Miss Cheshire would remember it, wouldn’t she?” Cindy reasoned.
“She could’ve forgot,” Brian suggested, causing Cindy to do a scoff.
“There’s no way she can forget that, Brian!”
“She forgot her glasses again, though!” he retorted.
Another thing to remember, but these kids can forget when their birthday is. Some only got their birthday as the day they got found and raised into the orphanage.
“No, she got your birthday,” Charlotte said. Suddenly, there was an oatmeal bar in her hand. “Remember when the monster attacked the day before?”
“Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Thanks Char!”
The girl nodded and took another bite.
“So, who’s birthday is next?” Yuri wondered, letting Lily and Bobby to walk over him, supplies in their hands.
“Not me! Mine is in summer!” said Mimmy.
“Okay, but who else has it during winter?” Cindy asked.
“Me, but I have it after the New Year. I can’t wait to get MY cake!” Charlotte said.
“Your cake will be the same as last time,” said Cindy.
“No, she gets different cakes! The last three she got where apple cakes. But she’ll change them after three! I know that!” said Charlotte.
“When’s Chester’s birthday?” Lily asked suddenly.
The room was shuddered into a new form of silence. This one was different, as the room had abruptly lost most of its temperature it accumulated beforehand.
“I don’t think anyone knows,” said Yuri.
Lily looked around the room, surprised. To be fair, she was the most recent addition to the orphanage, being transferred from somewhere else. The place was shut down after the owner died, and there were too few kids living for the place to have a reason to exist. She would describe the move as need to get used to.
“Guess no one’s birthday coming up!” Brian announced, and everyone went back to their usual behavior.
“Okay…” Lily moved slowly to the table, to collect all the empty plates. “What about Miss Cheshire? When’s her birthday?”
“OH!” Tam exclaimed and jumped out of her chair, then ran out. No one understood what happened, until she returned with her notebook. It was ripped and brown, with a pink ribbon to give it some charm. Tam quickly flipped it open, until she landed on one of the pages, and pointed at it. “There, it says here!” she said, “Miss Cheshire is always the last to get her birthday!…And it was last week!”
She closed her book and giddily looked at everyone.
“Weird, we never celebrate her birthday,” Cindy said.
“Really? Why not?” Lily asked.
“She doesn’t like birthdays!” Brian said to her.
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause she makes the worst birthdays! I’ve seen other kids get WAY better birthdays. They get presents!”
“Maybe…maybe…” everyone looked at Jenny, who quickly scrunched her neck to hide behind Charlotte. “Maybe she’s p-p-p-p-…not enough money,” she said.
“Nah, she hates them. Trust me,” Brian said confidently.
“How about we make her a birthday then,” Lily said. In return she got a collection of side-eyes, wrinkling of faces, and raised eyebrows, as well as one, very loud, “WHAT?!”
Lily did not mind that for a sec, and continued, “She gets her birthday celebrated, and maybe after that, she won’t hate birthdays anymore!”
There was a moment of silence. It was as if an unthinkable secret was discovered and revealed to the rest of the world.
The first to break the silence was Yuri, hesitantly, “You think…we can do that!?”
“And make her not hate birthdays ever!?” Charlotte added.
“No way she can!” Brian continued.
“Where are we gonna get a birthday cake for her?” Cindy wondered. “We don’t even have money!”
“We can just go to Miss Elefantus,” Lily suggested.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
“She can definitely make a cake,” Bobby said.
“Another apple one?” Yuri complained.
“She can make other types,” Charlotte noted.
“But we don’t have money!” Cindy reminded.
“We can work it off!” Lily proclaimed. And immediately everyone groaned.
“More work!?” Thaddeus said.
“Who wants more work?” Asked Gavin. Gawain answered with, “I don’t!”
“C’mon guys!” Lily looked around for any sort of approval, but it looked like each and everyone felt against it. Except for one.
“Everyone says meen things to Miss Cheshire…” said Mimmy. “But, Vicky and Roboties said….That mean words and mean actions make people mean! So good words and good actions make people good! Right?”
Everyone started to ponder on these words. Some looked down, already agreeing with the assessment. Others where shuffling uncomfortably, agreeing too, but didn’t want to admit it. And then there’s Charlotte, who finishing her bar, stood up to go to the kitchen.
“I guess…we can make her a present, to make her feel better,” admitted Cindy, petting her doll on the head.
“And do some extra work, so she won’t feel cranky anymore!” Yuri added.
“I’ll clean the basement!” said Gavin.
“Me too!” said Gawain.
“I’ll help with getting the cake,” Tam noted. “I’ll ask Charlotte on specifications, and me and Jenny will make a homemade cake.”
“A homemade cake!?” Brian exclaimed incredulously. When everyone looked at him, he looked down, only to suddenly say, “Maybe…some presents too?”
“Where can we get a present?” Yuri asked.
“Maybe a picture!” Mimmy suggested.
“Or a….p-p-p-presentation!” Jenny added, much to shock of everyone.
“It’s settled then!” Lily said, her hands on her hips. “It’s time to do, operation: Happy Cheshire! Everyone ready?” She put her black-furred hand forward.
Some kids were still hesitant, but first came Bobby, to put his wing on it. Mimmy came close second, then Tam, Cindy, Gavin, Gawain, Yuri, Charlotte, Jenny, Thaddeus, and lastly, Brian.
“On the count of three….”
“THREE!!!” everyone shouted.
…
Chester sat right by the snoring friend of his. Tom was apparently a really loud sleeper, Chester even wondered how did the old lady not run him off from her house earlier. Maybe she was just that deaf after all these years.
He checked his watch again, and already counted an hour. They needed to get ready soon, or something, since they might get late. And more importantly, so that he won’t go crazy from boredom. Chester placed his head on the cafeteria table, right next to the food, a bag full of electronics from Tom, which he had no idea how they worked, and a washable marker he found. This was a trial of suffering, and he wondered where the heck Azure was at this time. He could just sink in a disappear, maybe fall asleep too.
“EXCUSE ME!” said a nasally voice.
Chester straightened up, and immediately headed to the nearby door.
“NOT SO FAST!” announced Matthew, the goose. “You fiend…you thought that you could escape me, without answering some important questions of mine…” Matthew waddled his way to Chester, whose head was hanging on the side pleading to end him. Then the goose stopped and looked at Tom. “What’s with his face?”
He pointed to the monocle, mustache and lipstick combination that Tom had.
“What do you want?” Chester asked, ignoring the question.
“I want answers!” Matthew moved in, until he was right at hedgehog’s face. “Why did Tom of all people, decided to leave us, his friends, out of the competition? What is this ‘nonsense’ about the end of the world? Some…’ghosts’…or other, that apparently he has to battle with, huh? What new LARP scene has he been involved with, tell me!”
Chester raised a brow, only now aware that Tom apparently told him that. He concluded to go along with this, “It’s exactly like he said.”
Matthew stared at him for a moment, and then gave out giant nasally guffaw. “Oh my goodness, are you just the jokester! Arf-hahahahaha!” He dramatically wiped a tear, and then continued, “Now, kindly, tell me, what is going on?”
“We’re just…trying to save the world. That’s it.” Chester watched as the color drained from the goose’s face. It seemed as if something new was being formed in him. Something that even the hedgehog did not like to see.
“Look if you don’t believe or something-“
“I don’t know what you are trying to do here, pal,” Matthed interrupted him, “but I am not going to fall for some…lark about being savior of the world! If you are going to lie about something, do so with more grace!”
“Look, dude, I’m not lying!” Chester justified himself. “I can transform if you want-“
“I had enough. I don’t need a friend who decides to cut me off, without a reason!” Matthew proclaimed. “At least be open that you hate me….”
“Hey, wait! That’s not what he…” Chester watched the goose speedwaddle away. At this point, the boy couldn’t help but feel awful. He wanted to say forget it, but for some reason, it did hurt. It was as if he inadvertently worsened something.
And then someone called him,
“Chester!”
“Flora?” Chester turned around, recognizing the voice. Then his jaw dropped, “…………………..BARBIE!?”
“You like how I look?” Barbie said, coming up from behind Flora. After entering the cafeteria, she twirled in her new magenta-hued dress that complimented her scales, with bow and slippers synergized that synergized in color. With it a cute jacket on top, and a cuter strawberry-themed purse on the side, she was stunning. That’s not mentioning her pretty nails and make-up job. Chester thought he was looking at one of those celebrity kids he saw on the magazines that lined up the desk by the front desk in the hospital.
“I-I-I…” Chester stuttered uncontrollably. This was the first time he saw something that could leave him in such state.
“Exactly what we needed!” Flora said, and pulled Barbie away, saying they need to go out. “Have fun with your battle bot!” she said as they left.
Chester took a moment to collect himself. From this, he came to a very profound lesson for himself.
Girls are terrifying.
..
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…
“And the victory goes to….Vicky and the Roboties!!!” stated the young girl from TV. “Excellent work everyone! But, it looks like there’s more to be done. Tune in for the next episode of…Mini-Bot Buddies!”
The show’s jingle rang out one last time, and then immediately turned to ads. With the morning finally finished, one of the kids ran up to the TV and turned it off. Suddenly, someone said,
“My toast is wet!” It was a golden mole boy, with glasses, and around six years old.
“You should learn to eat while watching, Thad,” Cindy said. She climbed out of the bed, with her own doll named Dolly in tow. She went to grab a brush from the floor, and began working on the doll’s unkempt hair, forcing each stroke with childish loving care.
“What else is on TV?” asked Yuri. The polar bear boy apparently did not see the TV turn off, considering his head was upside down and below the table with everyone’s breakfast. “Does anyone know?”
“I think the news…And something about gardening?” said Lily to his feet, which were right next to her.
“Yuck! Let’s go outside and play with the snow!” Brian said and dashed to the door.
“U-um….Ssssnow too littl…..” said Tiana.
“WHAT!?” yelled Brian back at the giraffe girl, who went back to hiding behind Tam.
“She said snow is too little!!! You blockhead!” Cindy repeated. “Anyways, no one wants to go outside! Isn’t that right, Dolly?”
“You just saying it because you don’t have fur to protect you!” Brian shot at her.
“AM NOT!” Cindy shot back, and then did a kitten-like hiss.
“I think it’s warm outside,” said Bobby.
“Stop lying!” Cindy said.
“He isn’t lying! He’s just very warm, aren’t you?” Tam said matter-of-factly. The kangaroo mouse girl then looked at the penguin boy, after he dropped a plate on the floor, making a loud noise.
“Oops,” said Bobby.
“I’ll help you clean,” Lily said and took him be the wing.
As they passed by, Mimmy said in her squeaky mousey voice, “I wanna play hide and seek!”
“You always hide somewhere stupid! No one wants to play hide and seek with you!” Brian said.
And the usual commotion began. Each kids, chaotically throwing their words into the air, competing for being the loudest one there is. There was once a rumor that Miss Cheshire lost her hearing because of this. It was loud, it was disorienting, it was heated.
But then someone asked, “How long until Miss Cheshire comes?”
The room fell into silence. Just like that. All of the kids crossed their gazes at Mimi, who was at the couch, and busy dangling her feet that couldn’t reach the floor.
“I don’t remember!” said Gavin, a terrier.
“Me neither!” said Gawain, another terrier.
“She said until tomorrow!” Yuri mentioned. The with an “oof” and a thud, he rolled onto the floor.
“No dummy! She said until today, at six!” Cindy said.
“Oh!” Yuri conceded.
“But when’s eight? Do we have time?” Bobby asked, returning back with a mop, while Lily carried a bucket.
“The clock can say it,” Charlotte mentioned, eating the last toast. The young crocodile went to sit next to Tam.
“Do you know how the clock works?” Yuri asked.
“It says, twelve forthy-three on the clock!” answered Tam, adjusting her glasses proudly.
“How do you know it’s forty-three? Doesn’t it already went over eight then?” Brian said.
“That’s cause the clock goes twice!” Cindy exclaimed, and then dramatically sighed into the air.
“Hey, when’s my birthday?” Bobby suddenly inquired, still holding on to the plate he picked from the floor.
The kids looked at him. They then all began murmur, checking in on each other about the dates again. For an orphan, a birthday is much less a celebration, and more a formal event. Even for the one who has a birthday, there was nothing much except usually some congratulatory remark, and then maybe a cake. Sometimes Miss Cheshire would make it herself, and have one slice shared by everyone. All cakes shared a candle, and they would be asked to make a wish, very quickly, so as to save on that candle. Sometimes she would by a cake instead, and more so lately thanks to her friend offering it. Other times, though, they will skip the cake on the day, and they would have to wait for it later. It was a nice treat, to be sure.
“Didn’t you celebrate your birthday yet?” Lily asked.
“I dunno, I don’t remember,” Bobby admitted.
“But Miss Cheshire would remember it, wouldn’t she?” Cindy reasoned.
“She could’ve forgot,” Brian suggested, causing Cindy to do a scoff.
“There’s no way she can forget that, Brian!”
“She forgot her glasses again, though!” he retorted.
Another thing to remember, but these kids can forget when their birthday is. Some only got their birthday as the day they got found and raised into the orphanage.
“No, she got your birthday,” Charlotte said. Suddenly, there was an oatmeal bar in her hand. “Remember when the monster attacked the day before?”
“Oh, yeah! Now I remember! Thanks Char!”
The girl nodded and took another bite.
“So, who’s birthday is next?” Yuri wondered, letting Lily and Bobby to walk over him, supplies in their hands.
“Not me! Mine is in summer!” said Mimmy.
“Okay, but who else has it during winter?” Cindy asked.
“Me, but I have it after the New Year. I can’t wait to get MY cake!” Charlotte said.
“Your cake will be the same as last time,” said Cindy.
“No, she gets different cakes! The last three she got where apple cakes. But she’ll change them after three! I know that!” said Charlotte.
“When’s Chester’s birthday?” Lily asked suddenly.
The room was shuddered into a new form of silence. This one was different, as the room had abruptly lost most of its temperature it accumulated beforehand.
“I don’t think anyone knows,” said Yuri.
Lily looked around the room, surprised. To be fair, she was the most recent addition to the orphanage, being transferred from somewhere else. The place was shut down after the owner died, and there were too few kids living for the place to have a reason to exist. She would describe the move as need to get used to.
“Guess no one’s birthday coming up!” Brian announced, and everyone went back to their usual behavior.
“Okay…” Lily moved slowly to the table, to collect all the empty plates. “What about Miss Cheshire? When’s her birthday?”
“OH!” Tam exclaimed and jumped out of her chair, then ran out. No one understood what happened, until she returned with her notebook. It was ripped and brown, with a pink ribbon to give it some charm. Tam quickly flipped it open, until she landed on one of the pages, and pointed at it. “There, it says here!” she said, “Miss Cheshire is always the last to get her birthday!…And it was last week!”
She closed her book and giddily looked at everyone.
“Weird, we never celebrate her birthday,” Cindy said.
“Really? Why not?” Lily asked.
“She doesn’t like birthdays!” Brian said to her.
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause she makes the worst birthdays! I’ve seen other kids get WAY better birthdays. They get presents!”
“Maybe…maybe…” everyone looked at Jenny, who quickly scrunched her neck to hide behind Charlotte. “Maybe she’s p-p-p-p-…not enough money,” she said.
“Nah, she hates them. Trust me,” Brian said confidently.
“How about we make her a birthday then,” Lily said. In return she got a collection of side-eyes, wrinkling of faces, and raised eyebrows, as well as one, very loud, “WHAT?!”
Lily did not mind that for a sec, and continued, “She gets her birthday celebrated, and maybe after that, she won’t hate birthdays anymore!”
There was a moment of silence. It was as if an unthinkable secret was discovered and revealed to the rest of the world.
The first to break the silence was Yuri, hesitantly, “You think…we can do that!?”
“And make her not hate birthdays ever!?” Charlotte added.
“No way she can!” Brian continued.
“Where are we gonna get a birthday cake for her?” Cindy wondered. “We don’t even have money!”
“We can just go to Miss Elefantus,” Lily suggested.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
“She can definitely make a cake,” Bobby said.
“Another apple one?” Yuri complained.
“She can make other types,” Charlotte noted.
“But we don’t have money!” Cindy reminded.
“We can work it off!” Lily proclaimed. And immediately everyone groaned.
“More work!?” Thaddeus said.
“Who wants more work?” Asked Gavin. Gawain answered with, “I don’t!”
“C’mon guys!” Lily looked around for any sort of approval, but it looked like each and everyone felt against it. Except for one.
“Everyone says meen things to Miss Cheshire…” said Mimmy. “But, Vicky and Roboties said….That mean words and mean actions make people mean! So good words and good actions make people good! Right?”
Everyone started to ponder on these words. Some looked down, already agreeing with the assessment. Others where shuffling uncomfortably, agreeing too, but didn’t want to admit it. And then there’s Charlotte, who finishing her bar, stood up to go to the kitchen.
“I guess…we can make her a present, to make her feel better,” admitted Cindy, petting her doll on the head.
“And do some extra work, so she won’t feel cranky anymore!” Yuri added.
“I’ll clean the basement!” said Gavin.
“Me too!” said Gawain.
“I’ll help with getting the cake,” Tam noted. “I’ll ask Charlotte on specifications, and me and Jenny will make a homemade cake.”
“A homemade cake!?” Brian exclaimed incredulously. When everyone looked at him, he looked down, only to suddenly say, “Maybe…some presents too?”
“Where can we get a present?” Yuri asked.
“Maybe a picture!” Mimmy suggested.
“Or a….p-p-p-presentation!” Jenny added, much to shock of everyone.
“It’s settled then!” Lily said, her hands on her hips. “It’s time to do, operation: Happy Cheshire! Everyone ready?” She put her black-furred hand forward.
Some kids were still hesitant, but first came Bobby, to put his wing on it. Mimmy came close second, then Tam, Cindy, Gavin, Gawain, Yuri, Charlotte, Jenny, Thaddeus, and lastly, Brian.
“On the count of three….”
“THREE!!!” everyone shouted.
…
Chester sat right by the snoring friend of his. Tom was apparently a really loud sleeper, Chester even wondered how did the old lady not run him off from her house earlier. Maybe she was just that deaf after all these years.
He checked his watch again, and already counted an hour. They needed to get ready soon, or something, since they might get late. And more importantly, so that he won’t go crazy from boredom. Chester placed his head on the cafeteria table, right next to the food, a bag full of electronics from Tom, which he had no idea how they worked, and a washable marker he found. This was a trial of suffering, and he wondered where the heck Azure was at this time. He could just sink in a disappear, maybe fall asleep too.
“EXCUSE ME!” said a nasally voice.
Chester straightened up, and immediately headed to the nearby door.
“NOT SO FAST!” announced Matthew, the goose. “You fiend…you thought that you could escape me, without answering some important questions of mine…” Matthew waddled his way to Chester, whose head was hanging on the side pleading to end him. Then the goose stopped and looked at Tom. “What’s with his face?”
He pointed to the monocle, mustache and lipstick combination that Tom had.
“What do you want?” Chester asked, ignoring the question.
“I want answers!” Matthew moved in, until he was right at hedgehog’s face. “Why did Tom of all people, decided to leave us, his friends, out of the competition? What is this ‘nonsense’ about the end of the world? Some…’ghosts’…or other, that apparently he has to battle with, huh? What new LARP scene has he been involved with, tell me!”
Chester raised a brow, only now aware that Tom apparently told him that. He concluded to go along with this, “It’s exactly like he said.”
Matthew stared at him for a moment, and then gave out giant nasally guffaw. “Oh my goodness, are you just the jokester! Arf-hahahahaha!” He dramatically wiped a tear, and then continued, “Now, kindly, tell me, what is going on?”
“We’re just…trying to save the world. That’s it.” Chester watched as the color drained from the goose’s face. It seemed as if something new was being formed in him. Something that even the hedgehog did not like to see.
“Look if you don’t believe or something-“
“I don’t know what you are trying to do here, pal,” Matthed interrupted him, “but I am not going to fall for some…lark about being savior of the world! If you are going to lie about something, do so with more grace!”
“Look, dude, I’m not lying!” Chester justified himself. “I can transform if you want-“
“I had enough. I don’t need a friend who decides to cut me off, without a reason!” Matthew proclaimed. “At least be open that you hate me….”
“Hey, wait! That’s not what he…” Chester watched the goose speedwaddle away. At this point, the boy couldn’t help but feel awful. He wanted to say forget it, but for some reason, it did hurt. It was as if he inadvertently worsened something.
And then someone called him,
“Chester!”
“Flora?” Chester turned around, recognizing the voice. Then his jaw dropped, “…………………..BARBIE!?”
“You like how I look?” Barbie said, coming up from behind Flora. After entering the cafeteria, she twirled in her new magenta-hued dress that complimented her scales, with bow and slippers synergized that synergized in color. With it a cute jacket on top, and a cuter strawberry-themed purse on the side, she was stunning. That’s not mentioning her pretty nails and make-up job. Chester thought he was looking at one of those celebrity kids he saw on the magazines that lined up the desk by the front desk in the hospital.
“I-I-I…” Chester stuttered uncontrollably. This was the first time he saw something that could leave him in such state.
“Exactly what we needed!” Flora said, and pulled Barbie away, saying they need to go out. “Have fun with your battle bot!” she said as they left.
Chester took a moment to collect himself. From this, he came to a very profound lesson for himself.
Girls are terrifying.
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