Ethereal Madness

Chapter 53- Emoboy Victories

I knocked on the door like it was habit. What was once an anxiety-riddled nightmare a mere week-and-a-half ago soon became a daily routine. I feel like I shouldn't mind it, but having to factor her into my day-to-day routine wasn't the funnest thing to do in the world.

As per usual, she took her sweet time opening the door and poked her head out like there were monsters out here.

I waved at her.

She grabbed and dragged me inside.

"No one's going to attack you, ya know." I said.

She crossed her arms. "You don't know that."

Just what kind of house does she live in? The way she's acting, how scared she is of everything. She reminds me of...right. Almost forgot why I was doing this.

"So, did you bring something today?" She asked.

I dropped my backpack on the ground and unzipped one of it's many pockets, revealing a bag of Burger King. She snatched it from me before I had the chance to say anything.

She pulled out her wrapped Whopper and her eyes sparkled like ocean when the sun's rays shine down on it.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I've snuck her in pizza, hot dogs, and sandwiches, and while she made it apparent that she's liked all of it, it couldn't be clearer what her favorite was.

She took a large bite of her burger and she radiated happiness I wouldn't have thought possible from the gloomy shut-in.

While it is true I haven't gotten to get her to go outside, her smiling like that feels like a victory in itself.

"Is it good?" I asked as she (somehow) gracefully took another chunk from her burger.

She gulped. "Not as good as Monday, but still really tasty."

No surprise there. She pretty much lost it biting into a White Castle slider. Nothing she's eaten these past few days has bested it either.

"You should probably eat your fries before they get cold," I reminded her.

"I did."

Did? Did what? No way she ate them already.

She held up her empty fry container and I couldn't help but stare.

When? When she eat them? I swear I took my eyes off of her maybe once or twice.

She dumped everything back into her bag and stretched it out to me.

"Good?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Six out of ten," she said.

I took the trash for her. "Not bad," I shoved it into my backpack. My eyes glazed over the water bottle on the side of my bad.

Oh. Right.

I handed it to her and readily accepted it.

Since I can't exactly shove cups in my backpack for obvious reasons, I just bring a water bottle. Problem is, sometimes I forget to give it to her and she's too prideful to ask for it even if she sees it.

I heard the crunching of plastic and she was now handing me the empty bottle.

She's finished....? But I just gave it to her.

I shoved it into my backpack and zipped it up.

"Glad you liked it at least," I said.

"All the food is good."