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more on the coffee shop:::

       wilbur and techno asked, on the community whiteboard in the kitchen, for someone in the slaughterhouse to paint one of the walls in the café. it was the wall directly to the right of the counter, where the cork board previously resided. they'd already picked up the paint—a matte black chalkboard paint they could write the menu/seasonal recommendations on.

        (y/n) and fundy had originally volunteered, but...

        "oh my god, finally," dream sighed, setting down the fine detail paint brush. he turned to (y/n) and fundy, who were sitting on the café's central couch, chatting and laughing. he held his free hand out, doing a little grabby motion. "ten bucks—give."

        "did you doubt me?"

        "didn't doubt how pathetic you were." still, they reached into their pocket and pulled out a crumpled ten dollars wilbur had given them the day before. "here, nerd."

        the entire bet was that (y/n) would give dream ten dollars if he finished painting the section of the far wall. the twist was that he had to use one of those fine detail paint brushes. it was a pretty big section, and the paint required at least there coats, from the thinness of it. (y/n) and fundy honestly thought he'd pussy out after a while.

        unfortunately, they underestimated the pettiness of that man. 

        dream grinned, taking the money happily. "this is going directly on the wall." (y/n) rolled their eyes. yeah, like wilbur or techno would allow him to do that. schlatt maybe, but... shh...

        the next day, after school, (y/n) walked into the café with a school project partner.

        "my family actually owns this café," (y/n) explained, shooting their partner a grin. "if you want a coffee or drink or something, just tell them you're a friend of mine. it'll be on the house."

        cypress laughed. "hell yeah. perks of being friends."

        (y/n) pointed to the chalkboard menu, but their hand faltered when they saw, smack-dab in the middle, surrounded by writing, a framed ten dollar bill. "GOT THIS FROM (Y/N)!!! - DREAM" was written beside it, on the chalkboard, several drawn arrows pointing to it. he really made it the center of attention. pain. suffering. agony. cypress laughed harder once xe realized what it said.

        "IS THAT YOURS— HELP— WHAT'S THE CONTEXT??"

        (y/n) pushed xem away quickly. "NOTHING. that rat bastard is so petty. i'm gonna kick his ass (REAL)!! let's just get a table!"

        the two sat in the far back, on a slight elevated deck of some sorts, with railing along the sides.

        (y/n) put their backpack down, and took out the rubric for the assignment. they read it over. "ok, this assignment kinda shitty, not gonna lie."

        it was just something on a book the class recently read. the two had to do something creative—make a 3d model of the farm, make art of the characters, put together a playlist, etc. things like that.

        "oh, easy A," cypress said, leaning back in xyr chair. a little further, and xe'd fall. dangerous. life on the edge. "just time-consuming and annoying."

        "what about the 3d model? y'know what? let's go all out—above and beyond. let's just make ours so spectacular that it's better than everyone else's. dare i say we out pizza the hut."