Ocula Oneshots (OC Short Stories)

Brats Should Come With Training Wheels

The gentle rhythm of a piano echoed in the air, joined by a symphony of song birds and the sound of rushing water flowing down a stream. Atmosphere perfectly humid and damp as dew stuck to the surface of every leaf and vibrantly colored flower petal. Meanwhile, the smoke of several incense burners danced elegantly into the sky, swirling into spirals as they reached the ceiling. This...now this is how life should be, at least in Bloom's objectively correct opinion.

The relaxed circular bot sunk pleasantly into a makeshift mud bath, letting out a relaxed sigh as she took in the tranquility of it all. To any passerby, one would've almost mistaken her for an abandoned volleyball that was left in some puddle. The moss growing around her metallic shell did not exactly help her case, with a prominent glowing flower sat atop her head adding a nice blotch of purple to the murky green that coated her. She peaked her singular eye open in a happy squint, taking in the beautiful scenery of her garden, the lush foliage a prime example of her agricultural prowess. This was her sanctuary, her holy temple, her own little safe haven from the rest of the world. All around for Bloom to adore and cherish, most especially today.

March 31st, the last day of spring, the day everyone agreed it best to let Bloom simply have time truly all to herself. No sickeningly optimistic brother that went on and on about "breathing exercises" and "positive reinforcement." No annoyingly talkative sister that spends hours pushing her buttons and telling bad jokes. No hyperactive teenager that makes her want to pull every blade of grass out of the ground till only dirt remains. Her absolute circus of a family had unanimously agreed, that she got a full twenty-four hours of pure bliss and relaxation, to fully enjoy the slowly approaching finale of spring in her garden. It was her day...and her day alone-

*RING....RING...RING*

...Wait what?

*RING...RING...RING*

...No...no there's way they actually-

*RING...RING...RING*

"Tymeka, ignore the call!" Bloom let out a frustrated groan as the ringing blipped out, only to begin again not a second later. Her cracked eye snapped open with a glare as the high pitched ringing continued blaring around the garden like some police siren during a high speed chase. Begrudgingly, she hopped out of the mud pit as she haphazardly threw on a tattered stained apron over herself, an old sun hat sat crooked on her head with the flower poking out through a hole in the seams.

"For Clo's sake... just answer it already!" A purple hued holographic screen appeared in front of her, a moment of screeching static already worsening her attitude as the image soon cleared up to show a rectangular robot on the other end, a somewhat naturally smug and yet apologetic look plastered on her face as the call began.

"Tymeka, hang up-"

"Tymeka, lock the screen and just ignore Bloom while I talk to her"

The screen showed the graphic of a cartoonish frowning lock before fading back to video call.

"...You're a glitch, Butch"

"And you're just an extra level of grumpy this mornin', aintcha' sis~?"

Bloom couldn't hold back the rather loud and angry groan as she literally rolled her eye all the way back into her head, earning a hearty chuckle from her sister as she watched her mini tantrum.

"Calm down, aight?" Butch wiped away a tear, or whatever they had in equivalent to tears, her laughter slowly dying down "Just needed to ask a quick favor sis, I know it's ya lil' me day and all, but-"

"Then you know you shouldn't have even bothered calling, delightful chatting with you, okay bye Butch-" A locked icon simply flashed on the screen as she attempted to hang up again "...Damn it"