What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Tomato Wasn't Eliminated (Pt.9)

Waddup Edgelings!

I was planning on this chapter being longer but I wanted to get something out before the end of the week so I decided to go ahead and publish this section that I already have written. It's a tad shorter than my average chapter length, but I still think it's decent. :)

Oh! I GOT MY BACKPACK AND T-SHIRT!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!

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Scenty's eyelids gently split apart, allowing the dawn light to blossom onto her retinas. With a quiet yawn and a soft groan, she rolled over and stretched, the left side of her body numb from sleeping on it. Laying on her back, staring at the cozy pink of the morning sky, Scenty smiled.

A new day...

Just as Moldy predicted the evening before, a blanket of water droplets had been tucked around the sleeping world in the night. Scenty wiped the cool dew from her glass, smiling at the water shimmering on her hand, reflecting the rosy light that glazed the earth like sugar.

With a contented sigh, Scenty relaxed in the grass, waiting for her left limbs to stop tingling. She focused on her breathing, falling into a pattern she didn't know. A quick, strong breath in. Hold. A long, slow breath out. She didn't know why she did it, but it felt right... routine...

The longer she followed the pattern, the more acute her senses became, her brain firing up and coming out of the post-sleep grogginess very quickly. Her hearing became more attuned to the sounds all around her. The faint rustle of the grass as someone sat up not too far away. The slight whisper of a bleary yawn from her right. The minute creaking of resting limbs regaining motion to her left.

Once Scenty came to what she felt was the end of the breathing exercise, she herself sat up, feeling refreshed and energized. Now applying her eyes to the scene that her ears had already described to her. She identified each of the sounds with who they came from.

Closer to the edge of the sleeping ring, Circle sat up, staring at the waterfall with tired, distant eyes. To Scenty's right, Whippy Creamy yawned once again, a groggy scowl on his face, frustrated with the sun for ending the night's dark shade of rest. To her left, Subway Seat rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms, preparing for another day of awkward hand-walking.

Bassy laid propped up on one of the logs situated beside the unused fire pit, the morning light unable to shake her well-deserved rest, accompanied by rather loud snoring. Tray and Contact Lens were curled up together. Scenty couldn't tell if they were still asleep or simply enjoying the closeness. She smiled at them, kindly envying such affection...

Hmmm... someone was missing... a couple someones actually.

Moldy was one of them, though Scenty wasn't overly concerned about her. She more than likely went to sleep in the cabin after she stormed off last night... Scenty would like to go ask about her hand, but that would likely do nothing more than start yet another argument...

Where was Backpack?

Scenty's eyebrows furrowed in concern as she scanned the meadow for signs of the green figure... but none could be found.

"Uh... has anyone seen Backpack?" she questioned quietly, mindful of those who were still sleeping.

"No," Whippy Creamy snapped grouchily, his voice raspy and broken, angry at the world.

"I haven't seen him either," A tiny voice piped up from the grass near Whippy. Oh right, Atom.

"Did he go with Moldy last night?" Subway asked, his voice distorted by a yawn..