Head Over Heartbreak

Dear Diary

  It's been a week since the incident. The entire school isn't taking it very well. Haida's been laughing it off, but you can tell he's shaken by it too. Cassie, his bodyguard, has been trying to interrogate you and him. She thinks due to the butterfly effect, you caused the accident when you knocked into him. It's utter nonsense, but she's just trying to cope. The concert was canceled, and fans worldwide are now outraged. Other Marshmallow has been begging for you to update them, it's kind of suffocating. You would've pulled your hair out by now if you weren't a marshmallowy substance with no hair. You started a journal, since you've just been bottling things up in your head a lot lately. Zack looked pretty bad when the wind took him out, and you feel terrible. I mean, can you imagine seeing such a tiny man being struck by wind, and getting a minor concussion, happening to be the world's biggest popstar? You feel sick.

"Maaarshmallow? You there?" Haida asks, poking your forehead. You respond, "I'm just...thinking." You look across the room, and you see Cassie on her phone in some corner. She looks like a galloping goddess! You had better stay away from her. She's always been so scary, even before the incident. She's older than most people at school, because she got held back. You feel kinda bad, honestly. There's gotta be a reason she's like this. "Hey, punk! What're you lookin' at?!" Cassie exclaims, snapping you out of it. "I-I umm...", you stammer, "I thought.. You looked pretty?". You feel trapped. She looks appalled. "Who do you think you are? I might just-" She's cut off by her phone ringing, picking it up immediately. "Zack! How are ya, kid?", Cassie tries to suppress the anger in her voice. She runs off, talking to him.

"What just happened?" Haida asks, clearly as shocked as you. You two sit there for a good minute, trying to process what's happened. After a bit, Cassie approaches. "H-hey, sorry for snapping at ya or whatever." She pauses for a second, looking at the ground. "Zack...wants to see you, Mardmenpillow." "It's Marshmallow!" Haida interjects. "Can it, punk! Anyway, go to Monstro City's hospital at visiting time. He's been dying to see you for some reason. Toodles!" She runs away hurriedly, leaving Haida and you confused as ever.

"Huh.", Haida and you sigh in unison. "So, are you going?" he quizzes, giving you a strange look. "Of course I'm going! Why wouldn't I?", you reply, taking a bite of your lunch which you'd forgotten about. Haida awkwardly smiles. "I thought maybe you'd be too scared to face him. I know I sure as hell wouldn't wanna see a celebrity in a hospital bed. They scare the crap out of me. It's like they're grabbing you from behind.", he replies, staring into some sort of abyss at this point. "Hospital beds or celebrities?" you ask, almost sarcastically.

Haida doesn't get the chance to reply, as a living halloween decoration places his asscheeks in the seat directly next to you. He then slides his greasy bone hand over to your club sandwich, sliding it off your tray onto the bare table. He then peels the crust off slowly, consuming it all, before unsuccessfully sliding it back, (all it does is push against your tray, because sandwiches can't fucking hop,) just to take the top piece of bread off to steal your tomatoes. He leans over the table to gently place the tomatoes on top of Haida's head, then goes back to his relaxed position.

"i'm sans, sans the skeleton. as you can see, i've completely stripped you of your dignity. but don't worry, there's a fair compensation. you have to give my buddy zack this gift my brother cooked up for him.", he proposes. He pulls out a comically large gift wrapped pot of spaghetti, steam emitting from the present, the wrapping paper seemingly burnt off and sticky at the bottom.

"This isn't compensation. You're just making me do you a favor for you ruining my lunch? That doesn't even make sen-" You get crudely interrupted by the skeleton, "what are you talking about? i never ruined your lunch. i just peacefully sat next to some kind people to ask them if they could deliver a gift to my friend in the hospital. i can't do it myself! listen, if you don't wanna do it, don't."