Niki is going to love the cookies I made for her! While I'm usually not the type to bake, I decided to make a sweet treat for Niki. I accidentally let a creeper blow up and she got a black eye, so this is the least I could do.
I was walking down the prime path, cookies in hand. They smelled so good, so I may have stolen one or two... Or four. It's not my fault I'm so good at baking! I'm good at everything! In fact, I'm so good I could probably-
And just like that, I fell. I tripped on something and fell. Wit e, the cookies fell too. "FUCK!" I sat up and rubbed my nose, blood smearing on my face. I frantically looked at the tray only to see the cookies had flown all over the place. Well shit!
I look behind me to see what I had tripped over. I'm met with a long vine. What the fuck? Did someone forget to do their gardening or some shit?! Whatever, o whoever, it is, I'm getting to the bottom of it.
Now let's see, that way it gets thinner, so it must be the other way! I stand, whipping some more blood off of my nose. I begin my journey with a sigh, leaving behind my ruined cookies.
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What the actual fuck!? Why am I at the goddamn prison?! Sam has so fucking explaining to do! But first, let me find the actual source of all this shit.
After a bit of looking, I find a small egg-looking thing. While it still isn't the source, it does look kinda cool. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to get a closer look. I walk closer when suddenly I hear something. Don't be shy, Tommy. ".ot tnaw uoy wonk I .pu em kciP .ymmoT ,yhs eb t'noD." I quickly stumble backward.
"WHAT THE SHIT?! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT- DID IT JUST FUCKING TALK?!" I shout. What the actual fuck was that? And why did it sound all weird and shit? I mean, it wasn't wrong. But still, am I going to ignore the fact that it fucking talked?
I slowly walk back up to it. "O-okay, I'll pick you up... Just don't start moving n' shit, m'kay?"
"ymmoT ,yakO." It replies? I don't even know anymore- Regardless, I reach out to touch it. I quickly pull back once my hand makes contact with the thing. It felt warm, almost comforting, to the touch. I didn't dislike it, it just caught me off guard. I touched it again. Soon I found myself holding it. It was cute? Why did I come here again? Was it to hod this? I think so. "Find BadBoyHalo."
I should find Bad. The egg told me to. I quickly get up, the small lump of egg in my arms. Off to find Bad.
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It didn't take too long to fid Bbh. The egg told me where to go. Did I always have a pure white shirt on? It looks nice. "Bad! I found you!" I hoped over to him, egg in hand.
"Hello, Tom- Oh!" He looked me up and down. He seemed to already know the answer but he asked anyway, "Why are your eyes red? And what happened to your shirt?" He looked at my hand, red vines had started to wrap around my forearm.
"Oh! I found this cute lil' guy by the prison! Isn't it great?" I asked, holding up the egg so Bad could see it. His smile widened and he took my other hand.
"He sure is! Here, let me show you where he came from!" We begin to walk down the prime path and break off into the pumpkin farm. We jump down a one by one hole and in some water. "Just down this hallway." We walk down the long hallway and make a turn. Slowly, the walls turn into the texture of my egg. We make a stop at a huge room, filled with vines and lave. "Here we are!"
"Bad, this is... Amazing!" There's so much!"
"That's not even the best part." He giggles at my excitement. "Look over there." He points at the far end of the room and I walk in further so I can see. And there, standing in front of me, I a huge egg. Four times the size of mine!
"Woah..." Can I touch it?" I ask, looking at Bad. He seems to be in deep thought.
"The egg says you can go ahead!" Bad smiles, walking with me towards the egg.
I walk up to it and pock it. It seems to move in delight and I feel a surge of happiness wash over me. I lay my hand on it and begin to giggle, Bad joins soon after. "What is your desire, Tommy? What do you wish for most in life?" The egg asks, calming us down a little bit.
"I guess, having a family? I know I already have a biological family, but they don't really like me that much. I guess there's always Ghostbur, but he's a ghost. I just want someone who actually cares for me. So, I guess my wish is to be cared for..." I say, suddenly feeling sad and lonely. Phil might be my father, but he was no dad. Techno killed my best friend then tried to kill me, so I wouldn't think of him as a brother. Wilbur mentally abused me then died. Sam... Sam tries, but deep down I know it's out of pity. Sam Nook is just a fucking robot. And Puffy is just my fucking therapist. She has her own kids to take care of. Suddenly I feel four arms wrap around me.
"Don't worry, Tommy. You have us now. We can be your family." That wasn't Bad's or the egg's voice... Was that Antfrost? I suddenly feel a tear roll down my cheek. Since when was I crying? I guess it doesn't matter. I feel the arms move off of me and I wipe the tears from my face.
"Thank you." I let out a small laugh.
"Uhhh, I feel like I just missed out on something important..." I turn my head to see Skeppy walking through the door. I begin to full-on laugh, Bad and Ant following soon after. Skeppy just stands there awkwardly. "What? What's so funny?" Skeppy questions, clearly embarrassed.
"N-Nothing, Geppy. Don't worry about it." Bad said, whipping a stray tear from his eye.
"I- Well now I'm worried about it!" Skeppy pouts, stomping back to the door. "Fuck all of you! You're all awful!" He storms out and we all begin to laugh again.
Maybe I can find family after all.
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This one isn't as angsty as it is bittersweet. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it!
