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In a small little town named Home, amongst all of the residents, there is the You. Y/n Ellen, the happy, brightly colored neighbor. Everything was going great, everyone's lives were happy and cheerful. Why- no. How did You...
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⤿ The next day was January 4th, and I specifically remember waking up and thinking about what I would write back with.
You know I like to the ramble a lot so I have to think about what I'm going say before writing it.
That's one of the reasons why I take a couple days to respond but thankfully I have this stupid journal to write for days upon days.
That morning, You stood in front of your kitchen counter. You weren't really thinking all that much about anything. You didn't have any clear ideas of what you'll reply back with but you're sure you'll figure something out later. No need to rush.
What you should've been thinking right now was what you were going to make for breakfast. You usually didn't eat breakfast because breakfast foods always made your stomach uneasy.
Tapping your fingers on the counter, you looked around for anything that could substitute for breakfast. Perhaps you could have oatmeal with fruit in it?
That's the thing though— you really didn't feel like cooking. You sighed, knowing you're just wasting your morning away if you kept pondering about what you were going to eat.
So, you turned and left the kitchen. What good is standing there and thinking about what to eat when you can just write back to your pookie bear?
I don't remember much of what the letter said, but I know it was a struggle trying to think of what to write back with. I made sure to write it in pencil before writing in pen so I could erase any mistake.
But fast forward to when I finished the letter.
You had finished the letter by now and was getting dressed to go to Eddie's. You seemed to have used all the envelopes so you were going out to his place and hoping he would give you a free one.
You get dressed, purposely looking good even though you're going just right down the street. But you would never be caught dead looking like a mess, you're far too gorgeous for that.
Grabbing that letter that was folded up neatly, you head out into the nice cool air of the neighborhood. There was Julie playing in her front yard, giggling like a madman and was actually quite scary.
There was Barnaby heading to Howdy's for probably his afternoon snack. Seeing him, you hesitated to move, thinking that he would notice you if you did. But you decided against it, just wanting to hurry up and get to Eddie's as quickly as possible.
I remember when I first walked in, Eddie was make more envelopes. Usually he liked to make his own envelopes, probably some kind of pass time for him. I know he's quite lonely and he only gets to talk to people if it's doing his job.
I would feel bad for him but I don't know the full story.
"Eddie, may I use one of those envelopes?" You asked, playing with the edge of the paper. Eddie jumped slightly, obviously startled by your sudden appearance.
"Oh! Oh- uh.." he stumbled with his words a bit before speaking actually words. "Yeah, here ya go," he mumbled, handing over the envelope to you.
"Thank you," you said quietly s you started putting your letter into the envelope. While you were doing that, you looked around. First you noticed was the door to the back cracked open. It was pitch black in there, a small light above but it wasn't used.
The windows were blinded shut, making the room as dark as it could be. But you still noticed the amount of papers you saw littering the table, floor, and the trail it created up to the counter.
Right as you were about to lean over slightly to see what the papers contained, Eddie pointed your attention to his envelopes. "Would you like ta- uh.. help?" He asked shyly.
You nodded, not wanting to reject him and make him feel upset. "yeah, just give me a second," you said softly.
After I had paid for a stamp, I sat down and started make envelopes with him. I really had nothing else to do for the day and I would feel bad if I rejected him so I sat and shut up.
He talked my ear off, to which I didn't care enough to be interested in his one sided conversation. I just merely nodded and hummed in response.
This continued for about 10 or 15 minutes before another neighbor had came in, upset that his package hadn't came yet.
You heard the bell on top of the door ring, indicating someone had walked in. Turning slightly, you saw your good friend Sunny. He looked a little frustrated but he remained somewhat polite.
"I've got a question," he said, his eyes locked on Eddie as if you didn't exist. You shifted away slightly as you knew you weren't in this. "Oh- uhm, yes?" Eddie asked sheepishly, glancing around the room as he sensed the tension.
"Have you gotten my package yet? I can't keep waiting like this, Eddie," Sunny said a bit sassily, one arm on the table as he leaned on it, his other hand on his hip.
"I- it'll get here when it comes," Eddie said, trying to ease the tension. "I'm sure it'll be here later today or tomorrow." Sunny looked fed up with this, obviously not having it.
When this argument was happening, I just decided to stay quiet. I didn't think it was Eddie's fault at all, but it simply wasn't my place at all to be speaking up like that.
Then all of a sudden, guess who walks in?
Of course, it's WaLLy!
I don't got a clue why he is always in everyone's business, it's like he's everywhere.
"Oh, Sunny, it's not his fault the package is taking forever to show up," Wally said in a calm tone, a small smirk he always had on his face whenever you see him. He always was calm, whether he was mad or not.
"It has to be-!" Sunny quickly started to argue before he settled himself down so he wouldn't cause something he would regret.
"If it hasn't shown up yet, maybe something else is going on. You can't blame that on him," he brushed Sunny off. He carefully and casually walks towards him in a calm manner, not too fast.
You sat unnoticed, just watching this interaction. You would look from Sunny, to Wally, to Eddie, back to Wally. Fighting was normal in the neighborhood. Sunny was a cool guy, he wasn't easily tempered.
But you know that if you spend too much time with someone, it'll affect your mood and you'll get tired of them. You figured that that this was what was happening. Though, you always noticed how Wally was always the one to fix things. It was like he has a superstition.
Making a quick swipe to your letter from the basket of mail, Wally patted Sunny on his wings as Sunny sighed and apologized for losing his temper at Eddie.
Eddie had this sheepish smile on his face, scratching the back of his neck as he awkwardly accepted Sunny's apology. You didn't think he really cared about the apology, he mostly only did it because Wally was there.
"There, was that so hard?" Wally teased playfully, placing a hand on his hip as Sunny and Eddie awkwardly laughed.
You turned slightly, feeling a bit grateful that they were ignoring you but you couldn't help but get a weird vibe from the room. You could still see all those papers littering the table. You wanted to go see what it had on it, to cure your curiosity.
