Concessions

Careless Deceit

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"Hey, Hey Jebs, wake up, I'm making pancakes with syrup." Molasses whispered, shaking Jelly. Jelly stands up out bed, and starts to walk. Molasses would grab his shoulder, stopping him. "Woah buddy, what's wrong? You doing okay?" "I'm fine, Moe. There's nothing wrong." Jelly would shake Molasses' hand off him, and start to go downstairs. "Jelly, I know something's wrong. Just tell me, and this can be over, and we can have pancakes." Molasses would walk behind Jelly.  Jelly would turn around. "I said I'm fine dude, okay?! I'm absolutely hunky dory, so just let me be for now." He'd storm all the way down the stairs and out of the house, grabbing Icing's coat on the way. Icing would give a snore of ignorance while sleeping on the couch.
     "Ugh, why can't they just leave me alone when I want to actually be alone? It isn't often I do, so why can't they just do it every now and again?" Jelly would whistle, and the old car with Pickle riding in the front would arrive. "Hey pal, hop in, but I've got 'nother guy in the b-" Jelly would hop in, close the door, and rest his head on the back of Pickle's seat. He'd turn slightly, catching glimpse of a Purple Lollipop. "AAAH!! WHAT THE HECK??" Jelly would get up against the door, and look at the Lollipop. "WHY DOESN'T HE, SHE, ER... IT, HAVE A MOUTH???" The Lollipop would give an offended look, and speak in signs. Pickle would nod, and look back at Jelly. "They's born without a mouth, so they 'oughtta speak 'n hands. Their name's Great Grape. They don' look old, hehe. Not a scratch on this'n." Lollipop would angrily speak faster. "Haha, sorry. They's only 27. They're great b'cause the work 'n Old Maintenance. Ya know, city power p'trol. They make sure there ain't any outages... ... ...speakin' of! I gotta drive 'em!" Pickle would turn back around and step on the gas, and start driving quickly. after 10 minutes, they'd arrive back at where Ice Cream lives. Great Grape would hand Pickle 10 dollars, then step out. He'd walk to Old Maintenance, open the door, and step in.
      "Well. That was interesting. But uh... aside from that, I'm hungry. Drive me to the store, Pickle." Jelly would readjust himself. "Sure thing, pal. Ye don' seem to be in a hurry, so I'mma go slow." Jelly would nod, and watch out the window.
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"So, since yer a warrior from the First Extinction Proclamation, uh... How was it? Bein' so close to Hell on Earth?" ... "I see. Not so good, huh? I'd say. Blew up Lotsa islands. Ours barely made it out alive. Blew down hundreds of buildin's. That's why this place looks like it went through a war. 'Cause it did, haha! Haha... ha... ahem..." ... "Er... yer pretty quiet t'day. Somethin' wrong? Ya seem more upset than ye did yesterday." ... "Eh, a'ight... Well, we're at the store. Think ya can git me a Snickers? I haven't eaten in a day or two." Jelly would nod, and step out of the car. He'd walk into the store and walk to the register. He'd grab a bag of chips and a Snickers bar, and hand it to... OJ? "The fuck? OJ, what are you doing here?" OJ would seem equally surprised, as he scanned the items. "Woah, wassup Jell'O! That crack of yours doing okay?"
     Jelly would rub the crack on the side of his head. "Yeah, it's doing better." He'd walk to the side of the register, and stand next to OJ. "And uh... I wanted to say sorry for lying." OJ would seem shocked. "Oh man, Jell'O, you're fine! I ju-" Before OJ was able to finish, Jelly would sock him in the side. OJ would fall to his knees. "A-Ah shit... I deserved that... Ghhh... Just grab your snacks and go... Nnn..." 
    Jelly grabbed the chips and Snickers, and walked out of the store. He'd get back in the car with Ol' Pickle, and hand him the bar. "Ah, thanks. Means a lot to old folk like me, hehe." He'd tear open the wrapper and devour the Snickers. "Ah... tha's delicious. Now, where to, Jelly?" Jelly would stash the chips away into the coat. "To the park. Sorry if it's kinda far form here." "No worries, ther's one closer by! I'll take ye to it!" Pickle would start driving again, and arrive at a large park in a short couple minutes. Jelly would step out of the car, and so would Pickle. "Thanks for the ride, I'm just gonna go for a w- Pickles, what are you doing?" Jelly would shut his door, and back up. "I haven' gone to the park in a while, so I decided I'll just go with ya!" Jelly would sigh, and start to walk. "Alright, come on." 
    "Shew! Glad I could join ye. It's so nice bein' with ya. Considerin' ya helped save the world, hahaha!" Jelly'd groan, and start to zone out. Pickle would become background noise, further annoying Jelly as he just kept on ranting and ranting.

And ranting.

And ranting.

And ranting.

  "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah." Jelly couldn't even make out what he was saying. Maybe giving him that Snickers was a bad idea. He just kept going nonstop for 30 minutes. It was frustrating at this point. Please stop talking. Please. 

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"CAN YOU STOP BLABBERING?! I'M NOT THE PROPHET YOU THINK I AM. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS STUPID MACHINE IS, I JUST STOLE IT FROM MY FRIEND!! SO JUST GO, YOU ANCIENT PICKLE JAR!" Jelly would yell, then stare at him angrily while breathing heavy. Without hesitation, Pickle would leave. Jelly just watched as he disappeared into the distance. "Christ, he was annoying..." He'd sit on a nearby bench, and just watch the empty field. 
    Suddenly, he'd feel someone sit on the bench next to him. He'd scoot away a little, and the person would scoot closer. Each time Jelly would move away, The person would move closer. Eventually, Jelly would fall off the bench. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT???" He'd look up, and see a blushing container of Turmeric. "W-Well, I think y-you're cute, is all... I just wanted to get... closer..." She'd say, in a Scottish accent. "Hahaha, very funny. Not a cool prank." "B-But... This is not a prank... My friends dared me to ask you out, because we all think you're c-cute..." Jelly would look around, and not see a single soul. "Right... " He stands up, and brushes himself off. "S-So... w-wanna go on a date?" Jelly would then look at her after she said that. "Alright. Sure. But if you have a boyfriend or are actually 90 years old, don't bother." He'd begin to walk back the way he came, and Turmeric would follow closely behind. "S-So, what's your name?" 
"Isn't it obvious? My name's Jelly."
"O-Oh, I shoulda noticed, hehe..."
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"So, do you work anywhere?"
"No, I just live with my grandad. He gets lotsa income for being a retired soldier."
"I-I see... Who is your grampa?"
"His name is Molasses. Some people just call him Moe, or Gramps."
"Oh, hehe! That's cute!"
"I guess so."
"Hehehe... Eh... Do you... have any hobbies?"
"I like to draw, play video games. I'm very good at either of them, though."
"O-Oh! I bet you're wonderful at drawing!"
"Have you any idea how many times my people have wanted me to commission them?"
"H-How many..?"
"One. And they didn't pay me, because they said it was terrible."
"Oh... That's mean..."
"It's whatever."
"Mmm... Well say, wanna come over to my place? It's not too far from here!"
"Oh why not, my place will take forever to get to anyways."
"I see... well, let's go!"
"Wh-"
Turmeric would grab Jelly's arm, and start to run. He would be tripping a little, and eventually they'd make it out of the park and onto the sidewalk. "Jeez girl, you run fast..." Jelly said, gasping for air. "Haha! That's because I was in the track team for a few years! They kicked me off because I accidentally murdered a poor Tupperware Container full of Spaghetti." Jelly would look at her in concern. "Let's just... get to your place..." "Gladly!" She'd start to run again, eventually stopping at Old Maintenance.
       "Uh... Why are we at Old Maintenance?" Jelly would say, still out of breath. "My house!" "But... Doesn't that Great Grape guy live here, or something?" Jelly was slightly annoyed. "Yes! He's my roomie, so just ignore him. He's usually sleeping or working, anyways. So shhh!" She'd opened the door, and tip-toed in. Of course, Great Grape was sleeping. There were wires and screens everywhere. It was a mechanical mess in here. Squish! Jelly would lift up his foot, appearing he'd stepped on a roach. His face would be disgusted, and he'd continue to follow Turmeric. She'd finally open a door, which led into a room with pink walls, a large pink big covered in stuffies, several posters with characters from video games, a CRT with an N64 attached, and 4 controllers.
       "So, wanna play Super Smash Bros?" And without thinking, Jelly agreed. He'd never played that game before, and only seen videos. He just knew Kirby was overpowered. Turmeric would reset the console, and hand herself and Jelly a controller. The opening screen would play, and she'd head to the character select. She picked Fox McCloud, and Jelly picked Kirby. "So uh... Just know that I'm gonna go easy on you! Haha..." jelly said, sweating. "Hehe, Well I'll go easy, too!"

The match would start the countdown, and the two would grit their teeth. Upon starting, Kirby made his way to Fox. And start spamming moves. Despite having an advantageous start with the spam, Jelly would lose in a couple minutes. "Wanna go again?" Turmeric would look at Jelly. "Y-Yeah! Time to up my smashing game! Because this time, you're gonna get smashed!" Turmeric would blush, and get all flustered. And before ya know it, Jelly won.
    "Hah! Told you I would smash you! I win!" Jelly would get up and do a little dance. "Hehe, y-yeah. G-Good job! But I think I'm t-" "Come on! Again, again!" Jelly seemed really pepped. "Fine, hehe..."

They played game after game, for hours on end. Jelly and Turmeric would win alternatively, eventually both having 49 wins. "Last round to break the tie! Come on Turmeric, let's finish this!" Turmeric would turn to Jelly. "Alright. The one who wins, the loser has to do whatever the winner says!" She said with confidence. "let's do this!"

The round would last quite a while. But eventually, Turmeric would win because she showed no mercy.

"Aw man! Let's do some more, just in case!" Jelly would grip the controller, and look at her with a smug look. "Nuh-uh, I won fair and square you have to do what I say!" "Ugh, fine..."
Jelly would put the controller down, and cross his arms. "First thing I want you to do... is kiss me!" Jelly would jump back in surprise. He kinda expected it, but he's never kissed anyone. "K-Kiss?! Um... Alright... Jelly you got this..." He'd whisper to himself, before sitting back down, closing his eyes, and puckering his lips up for a the kiss. Turmeric would do the same, and they'd kiss extremely quickly. "WELL THAT WAS COOL" Jelly would say surprised, all blushing and flustered. "Hehe, that's not how you do it, silly. You do it like this!" She'd grab him and pull him in, kissing again. The kiss lasted longer, and felt like forever. A pleasant forever. She let him go after a while, and stared into his eyes with a smile.
     "W-Well uh... I-I gotta get home, Molasses is probably wo-" Turmeric would grab his arm as he started to leave. "W-Wait! It's dangerous to go out at night, s-so it's best you uh... stay here with... me... for the night... There's enough space on this bed for two, hehehe..." 
    Jelly would hesitantly sit back down. "Um... Alright... I guess that deal is still in action..." "Yeah!" Turmeric would clear the bed of some of the stuffies, then lay down. She gestured Jelly to lay with her. "Uh... Alright..." Jelly laid next to her, then turned the lamp off. 
   "Nighty Night, Jelly~"
"Night to you too, Turms."

Jelly would soon fall asleep, and Turmeric would put her arm over him. "Sleep tight, my purple prince..~"