It was another cold, lifeless night in England. There isn't really much... difference. Maja was shivering as she walked down an uninhabited, remote alley before noticing a loud crash in the bin.
'Oh, what's this? Maybe a cat? I should check. If it is, I'll just give it to Ewa. She would definitely keep it. And probably name it Akane.'
She slowly approaches the rattling bin, before waiting for it to calm down. Maja reaches her hand out before hearing muffled speech, and being taken aback by surprise. She recognizes this voice. It continues to plead and cry for help as Maja quickly opens the trash.
'Goodness.. Finally! Thanks so much. Uhh, you could be quite taken aback by the fact I am a talking fan. Either way, I share my greatest thanks!'
The fan.. spoke? Maja is.. in tears?! They seem to be tears of happiness.. What the hell? Oh, right. Her favourite character IS that fan. She appears to be squealing and giggling. With no hesitation she immediately picks him up, hugs him and runs away.
'Oi, be more gentle! And why are you so happy? Who are you, anyways?!'
The fan seems to be not having much fun, but it's better than being stuck in a trash can all day. It's raining, and Fan seems to be quite pungent in scent. Maja doesn't care. But she will have to wash it. Her grip on Fan loosens a bit, as a reaction to his clearly uncomfortable remark.
'Oh my God! I'm so happy! I'm so happy! I'm so happy right now! You are such a silly pookie! I love you!'
Maja squeals out these words, you can barely make out her statement. Ewa's house seems to be very close, so Maja decides to go there. Ewa never sleeps, so it should be good enough for Maja to come in for a few minutes unexpectedly. It's only 7:26. Maja finally arrives at Ewa's door and knocks. Her family seems to be away, so she is home alone. Ewa opens the door, looking as sleep deprived as ever.
'Maja?! What in the hell are you doing here?! You know my mother is going to be fuming if she sees you here! Oh, you are so lucky I'm home alone. P.U! Something stinks, bro. Uhh, wait.. What's that in your hands..'
she thoroughly inspects Fan before having a horrified look on her face. You know that she's afraid of robots, and a living fan isn't far from it. Ewa's lip trembles before she swallows a scream.
'Oh my goodness. That.. IS TERRIFYING!! I know.. I know he is your pookie pie... But it's literally a living object. Does it have a brain even?! How does his life work?! Also, that puny fan stinks. Either you wash it or get it away from me.. Also do you know how damn well lucky you are to meet your favourite character?! Man, I want to see me a good Akane!! Not a stinky fan, by the way. And if I did happen to see Akane, I wouldn't really fancy him being stinky either, but I don't care, he's a silly pookie. Ugh, either way, come in. We have no time to waste, we have to wash this crap.'
Ewa is quite terrified as she says this, you can hear this in her shaky voice.
'Excuse me? That is quite offensive. I'd like to beg your pardon!!'
Fan says, while scoffing.
'Shut your mouth. I'm doing you a favour here. And what, do you expect to be pampered with compliments? No! You're a god damn living fan that's fuming with stench. Come on now, you shrewd, ungrateful swine.'
she rolls her eyes as she gently picks up the fan from Maja's hands and holds him.
Maja seems quite offended by those insults of Fan, but it's not like she can disagree. He is pretty stinky. They both walk into the bathroom and Ewa places him on the toilet seat before filling up the sink, and adding soap into the water mixture. She glances at the fan, before shuddering. She picks him up and gently places him into the water and shifting her glance to Maja.
'What, who, when, where, why, how?' Ewa asks Maja. 'Why is it so manky too?! Where has it been.. Bare rank..'
'Well uhh, I was walking down an alley I don't usually go by, and I heard rattles from the bin. I thought it was a cat, so I could give it to you. But I then heard his voice and immediately got him out. I'm not sure how long he's been in there, and he isn't either.'
'Wow.. okay. Och.. Ale brudas... Co ty.. Ja nie mogę.. Fuuuu..'
Ewa mutters in Polish. (The translation: 'Oh.. What a dirty.. What you.. I can't.. Ewwww..' Translations are in dodgy English.)
Ewa takes him out the sink and dries him with a towel.
'He's clean now. Wanna stay home for a while? My family is coming back tomorrow evening. You can sleep over! Don't worry, I can take care of the thing.'
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part two coming never probably
