The Rancid Streets Of Brooklyn (DreamSMP au)

Therapy Session

"What would you like to talk about Tommy," Puffy asked, pulling back her hair. She was very pretty, but not nearly as pretty as Sally. Puffy had a huge aquarium that made a wall between her kitchen and living room. There were lots of fish in it, but Sally was gorgeous.

She was a Sockeye Salmon, a breed found mostly on the west coast. They weren't a very common fish kept in captivity but Puffy had one. Her beak-like mouth was perfect for devouring the small fish and squid she was fed. Unlike a lot of other fish she has, sally had teeth, a lot of them. And they were sharp.

Don't even get me started on her glistening red and green scales. They stood out against the dull blue waters she was kept in. They made her look majestic as she glided around the aquarium shrubbery. 

I thought she might be lonely so I asked Puffy to get her friends. They were gone the next day.

I try to imagine her as a fierce fish warrior, destroying the government with her fish army and bringing peace to all. 

ARE YOU A FUCKING CHILD WILBUR?

You just ruined my monologue, I'm busy admiring my future wife. We will have a kid together and live in a safe place surrounded by walls to keep bad people out.

Do you think someone is just going to let you build walls on their land? That is such a dumbass idea.

You don't understand, remember that movie we watched. L'manberg..? I think it was.

That's a children's book Wilbur, not a movie 

Movie, Book, same thing. Will and Theseus started a nation and they lived there with their friends, they won a war and it was happily ever after.

I don't think it was happily ever after, remember it ended with a cliffhanger. We just dropped the whole series after that.

oh, well. I like to think that they lived happily ever after.

Why do you act like such a baby

I DO-

"Ahem," coughed puffy. She scribbled some things into the pad she was holding before pointing her pencil eraser to the clock. 2:45 am. She set her pencil down and let out a sigh before standing up.

Puffy was abnormally slim, slim to the point that it looked dangerous. Her ribs poked out from the skintight leotards she wore. But on the other hand, her leggings complimented her thighs and calves. Her hair dragged along the floor as she got up.

I looked around the room as she walked into the kitchen. She didn't have a fireplace because she was on the first floor, so instead the wall was covered with pictures. Pictures of Friend, pictures of me and her together, pictures of her family.

It was called the wall of reminiscing, I got up from my seat as the sound of clanking pots turned into white noise. The floorboards creaked as I walked to the front of the wall. Out of the hundreds of polaroids, a few caught my eye. Me and Tommy when we were little, cowering in Puffys lap as she swung on the tree swing. Her hair flew above our heads. Frozen in time.

Her face was alive with joy as she pumped her legs higher and higher. Tommy was screaming at me as I laughed burying our head into her baby blue sundress. The sky was picture perfect, blue with perfectly round clouds, roaming the land with warm weather and soft breeze. Techno was laughing as he tried to hold the camera still for a picture. His eyes glowed a soft red as he held his hat down, trying to stop the wind from blowing it away. 

Puffy had bought it for him earlier that day to protect his head from the hot sun. He had spent the last few years in Canada so when he flew back to Texas he was having problems with the heat. 

That was a few weeks before Dad's company filed for bankruptcy and we moved back to his house in Queens. After that everything kept going downhill.

I gently pulled the picture from the wall and pocketed it, I let out a small sniffle as my throat ached. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I turned around.

"Here Wilbur," whispered Puffy holding out a mug. 

My heart skipped a beat as she spoke. Confusion swept across her face before concern. I took it from her hand as she wiped a tear from my eye with her sleeve.

"Why?" I asked, my voice quivering. "How could you do this for yourself?"

She lived in the slums now. Full of people who had nothing to lose and would do almost anything to anyone. She could have stayed working at her job in Texas, making $90,000 a year. but no, she moved with us so that we would have some sort of Mother figure in our lives. She tried to gain custody of us multiple times but non were successful.

"You two are like children to me," She said, attempting to comfort me.

"No, don't make it sound like you did it for us," I said, grabbing her wrist. No one would ever sacrifice that much for a mentally ill child. "You did it for Minx."

I immediately regretted saying it as she let out a gasp. I wanted to apologize but it was too late, it had been said. 

"You were always more selfish than Tommy!" she yelled, yanking her hand away. 

She took a few steps back as I breathed heavily, holy shit. How could I say something like that? Think before you speak. That's what Techno always said, he'd be so disappointed in me.

Wilbur, we've overstayed our welcome

Tommy I-

Forget it Wilbur

"I'm sor-" 

"Goodnight Wilbur," Puffy interrupted. 

I gently sat the mug on her coffee table as I walked to the front door. 

"Goodnight Puffy," I sighed.