Not That Bad

Chapter 3 I Swear He's Not That Bad

The Time Room is buzzing with life as cosmic entities of all shapes mingle about. It had been a while since Prismo last hosted a party, so this time he figured he'd go all out. Basically every entity he could think of was invited, and the turnout was even better than expected. Everyone flocked to the Time Room, ready to party.

It was loud, crowded, and chaotic; Prismo loved it. None of his other parties had ever had this many people, it was amazing. Conversation and laughter filled the air, a drastic but welcomed change from the usual monotonous quiet. It left no room to think and that was just what he needed, a little break from reality.

He loves being a Wishmaster, granting wishes and fulfilling people's deepest desires is not something he would ever give up. But somedays it's hard. He has the entire multiverse at his fingertips, just a button click away, and yet he's forever bound to the Time Room. He'll never know what it's like to be free, to be able to go wherever he wants. But for now it's fine, what better place is there to be than in the middle of a party?

Prismo puts on a smile and glides around the edges of the room, checking on his guests. People greet him as he moves past, sometimes holding up their cups signaling for a refill, and he happily obliges. Although many don't seem to even notice he's there. Prismo sighs but doesn't let himself dwell on it for too long, keeping everyone happy and comfortable is pretty much his number one goal during parties.

A hoot alerts Prismo to Cosmic Owls arrival, and within a few seconds he's landing next to him.

"I think this is your biggest party yet!"

"I know, right! This is so cool!" Prismo chuckles "I pretty much invited everyone I could think of."

"Heh, that explains it. Soooo tell me, what's it like living with your new roommate?"

"Scarab? It's been fine so far, but he's always so formal."

"Yeah that sounds like him. Man, i bet he's a real drag to have around "

"Wha-no! Hey, he's really not that bad ya know. He's actually a pretty chill guy-"

"Scarab? That's a hoot. C'mon, be honest here, I gotta hear all the deets."

"Well..." Prismo considers for a moment if he should say anything, but it's just Cosmic Owl so... "It's kinda weird, one moment I think we're making progress, we'll be chill, then suddenly he's all angry and defensive again. Like, the guy is seriously hard to read... but I was serious when I said he's not that bad!"

"I'm just saying, he was awful as a god auditor, and that wasn't all that long ago."

"Dude stop. I'm serious ok. He's not awful,  just... a little prickly is all. He's probably just got some stuff going on..."

"Alright alright... you're really too forgiving man. But hey, that's Prismo for you, everybody's friend"

"Haha, yeah..." Prismo nods, his smile becoming slightly more strained. "Hey, I'm gunna go...check on things. But you should totally check out the snack table! I have it totally stocked up."

With that they part ways and Prismo continues to cater to his quests. He really wants everything to go perfectly, though was throwing parties always this tiring? Maybe he's just out of practice? Yeah, that's probably it, besides, everything is great so far! Even Scarab has decided to make an appearance at the party! The old Scrabby probably would have stayed hidden in the lower levels of the Time Room. Granted, he seems to mostly just be cleaning, but it's still progress.

It was loud, crowded, and chaotic; Scarab hated it. If this was what all of Prismo's parties are like, he's glad he was never invited before now. The sound deafening, nearing on painful.