This chapter contains: profanity.
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Yes, help you!" Helpy snapped. "Help you as in "make things easier for you," or "offer assistance," that kind of help!"
Steven tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He must have looked like a fish out of water. Which, being honest, he was.
Helpy sighed. "Okay, now do you understand what I'm supposed to do?" He asked.
Steven just nodded, too intimidated by the little bear's intensity to say anything. Helpy smiled. "Okay, now that you know, we need to make a list of what we need to do." He counted off his fingers: "First, we need attractions for the customers, who are mostly children," he said. "After that, medical and sanitation supplies to clean up after them. Then we'll count how much money you have left — how much money do you have?" Helpy looked up at him.
"Um, thousands?" Steven wanted to facepalm. I didn't want it to come out like a question AAARGH!
"Okay. That should be enough. Now, we need to go to the website and order stuff."
"Okay..." Steven sat down and turned on his phone, which was still left on the website. Helpy went and sat in his lap to see. When the little bear wasn't angry, he was very cute. Steven fought the urge to pet him.
"Hey, Helpy?"
"Hmm?" The bear hummed, not taking his blue eyes off the screen.
"Why is there a big-ass vent in the room?"
"What—?" Helpy looked around. He spotted the vent. "What the — What — What's with the vent?" He asked.
"I don't know," Steven answered. "That's why I'm asking you. Shouldn't you know?"
"I'm a helper, not a know-it-all, smart-ass." Helpy walked over to the vent. He jumped up, stretching to reach it. "A little help?" He asked reluctantly.
Steven picked him up and placed him inside. Helpy looked around before walking in further. "It's really big." His voice echoed. "The vent seems to circle around to — We should explore it later," he suddenly suggested.
"What?" Steven's voice squeaked.
"What? Are you scared? It's. Just. A. Vent. Worst thing that'll happen is you ruin your outfit with dust." Helpy poked back out. "And I don't like saying this, but your outfit looks... okay," he said with some difficulty before jumping down. He fell. "Oof."
Steven went to pick him up, but without looking, the little bear told him "Don't."
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A/N: Boo :3
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