Panic room~ Comedy gold

CH1~You really don't remember him?

Title is from Jack Staubers "LIBRARY" video
Cheesy's POV

I wondered what time it was, the sun seemed to be setting early, blaring a soft golden light into the room.
Everything passed by so fast and repeatedly lately. I'd wake up, get dressed, eat, go to my room and make jokes for my next show, eat lunch, go to my room and watch something, eat dinner, brush my teeth, cry, then fall asleep and the cycle would start again. I felt lonely. Everyone had someone!

Oj and Paper were married, Fan and Test tube were engaged, I'm sure Lightbulb and Paintbrush have something going on, Cherries had a crush on a hotel guest, and hell, even BAXTER had a lover!

(Her name is Bethany but we don't talk about her.)

I'm one of the maybe.. 5 or 6 people who aren't dating anyone. I mean, I most certainly had my eye on a certain someone but it's not like they would every like me back.

I slid on my hoodie and walked downstairs, looking for something to eat. My stomach was rumbling. I didn't eat that much ever. I always had a small fruit for breakfast and had maybe half a sandwich for lunch. Dinner was almost always..gum. Maybe a handful of chips to spice it up.

I reached in the cabinet and reached a bowl, as well as a bag of chips. I counted carefully to 10, making sure I didn't eat too much.

"Hey twerp!" A voice sternly calls, and I look over at him. The tall, dirty blonde male. "Can you move your ass over? I'm trying to get my mug." He grumbles, pushing me over and grabbing a cup from another cabinet, with way less struggle then I had getting my bowl.

As he opens the coffee grounds, the sickening smell makes me gag and run off, into the living room. It was faint, but I could still smell it. I slowly ate my chips, eating only 4 before getting full and giving Pickle the rest.

I slowly walked up to the stairs in my room, grabbing my pjs and changing into them. Although removing my binder was quite the challenge. Afterward I curled up in my bed, grabbing out my phone and scrolling through tiktok. I kept seeing the cute happy couples, loving eachother dearly. I cried whenever I saw them, until I was tired and ran through fake scenarios of me and my crush finally being together.

Finally sleep took me into its warm arms, cradling me gently.

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I was in a field of lavenders, the smell was strong and the sun was setting, next to me sat a man whose face I couldn't exactly make out. In place of it was a black void, instead of any trace of a soul or even a living being. When he spoke, his voice sounded distorted and glitched. "Isn't this the best place to be, my little cheese-ball?" He asked me. I opened my mouth to reply, but paused, getting caught in the sunset. "Do you not remember me?" He wondered, forcing slightly. "What? Of course I do!" I lied, playing along. I figured the man was just making a joke. "This is why your my favorite daughter." He smiled, rubbing my head. Wait.

Daughter? Was this my father? I felt a jolt of fear shoot throughout my whole body, and my breath got caught in my throat for a few seconds. Where was his face? I tried to make out an accurate image. Nothing popped up. I tried again, but it just looked wrong.

"Cheese? Cheesy? You there?" He asked, attempting to poke me, but failing when I didn't feel it. I remembered how much he absolutely hated when kids at my school transitioned, and for my own pleasure, I asked him. "How would you feel if I was trans?"

..Silence..

All silence..

It seemed so thick that a knife could cut through it

..

"What do you mean by that, darling? I know I raised you right! You would never feel like a guy, right?" He asked. "But, what if I did? Would you still love me?"

More silence.

"HAH!" He burst out. "Of course not! If you were trans, then you wouldn't be my daughter. And especially not my son!" He growled.

..
"Oh." I murmured. I know it's a dream now, but it hurt to hear that.
I knew that's exactly what he'd say, of course. I shouldn't have taken it as a shock.
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I shot up, looking around. I ran my hands through my now medium-length hair.
I tried to catch my breath as I sobbed, but it didn't work. I tried to be quiet, but the more I thought about it, the louder I cried.

Warm tears rolled down my face as I curled myself into my blankets, almost feeling ashamed of myself. I slipped out of bed, walking over to my mirror.

I know I'd never be a real biological male, but I didn't want to be a female, I felt as if I were a male, trapped in the wrong body. Isn't that why I changed myself? Isn't that why I became a comedian and ran away to join Inanimate Insanity?

I knew they would accept me. (Except Box)
I sniffled, looking at my body and whispering to myself. "Why can't I be considered a guy?" "Why can't I be accepted?"
And the worst thought that came to mind..

"Am I even meant to be alive?"

I curled back into my bed, not going to sleep until almost 3am.
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It was bright and early..
Well it was one in the afternoon, but it was still too early. I had been woken up by a knock at my door, I called to them to come in, and Oj barged in.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING? You had everyone worried sick!" He yelled, grabbing my wrist and easily pulling me out of bed. This was the one time I was glad that my pajamas were too big on me. "Get downstairs and eat, Paper made you a plate." He said, pointing to the door. "Okay, jeez. Let me get dressed." I said, standing up and brushing off, trying not to look as tired as I really was.
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1048 words yippee
That's not good at all but I was rushed.
Yeah expect better chapters later this is actual crap.