Bob's Life: Global Warming

Chapter 12: In Which Literally Nothing Happens

Long story short, Cat Cult is no longer in hiding.

Moonfishy ended up putting those posters everywhere in she goes, which was mostly around their small friendly neighbourhood that is resembling more and more like a spooky dystopian wasteland each day. No one could bear their Cat Cult badges proudly anymore, especially those with any sort of pride flag colours on them. They placed them tucked behind a shoelace, or on the inside of a sleeve. Even putting up Cat Cult posters was a huge risk.

A huge risk that a certain paranoid thesaurus was willing to take.

"Okay, decent people." she muttered. "I'm looking for decent people. Decent people."

Her pace quickened, and she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, having to push up her glasses every few seconds. Not many people were still here, and the majority of those she saw seem like hideaways, not those hiding in rebel camps. The people in rebel camps were who she was looking for, since they were familiar and open to the idea of Cat Cult.

Also, they know the secret code that Min made to separate allies from threats.

Suddenly, her eyes caught the sight of two very familiar people. Sure, talking to strangers was certainly not one of her favourite activities, but one of them was someone friendly enough to start up a conversation with anyone, anytime. Besides, she swore that she saw them in a pride parade once. 

Rule number one of this apocalyptic world: if you saw them at a pride parade once, there's a 99.99% chance that they won't kill you.

"Hello?" she asked quietly.

"Hi!" one of the two responded with a cheery grin. He had light brown skin, dark messy hair, and bright brown eyes. The other, who sent him a glare, was pale, with tufted blond hair and light green eyes. "My name's Pierre!"

"Did a skeleton take your juice box?" she asked them.

"No, a rainbow did!" Pierre responded. "See, Josie, I told you she's friendly!"

Bingo. He knew the code. Moonfishy couldn't help but smile triumphantly, since this means Pierre and Josie are now official Cat Cult members! Well, if they agree to join, anyways. But she knew for sure that they were friendly faces.

"Well, I'm part of Cat Cult, and it's an organization against the Lost Lollipop Souls-"

Pierre's bright smile told her everything she needed to know. The pair followed her through a detour path to their hideout, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. She noticed that there was a drastic height difference between Pierre and Josie, especially because Josie was simply short. His oversized brown sweater made that much more evident.

"Alright. Pierre, Josie, I need to ask you two a few questions."

"My name's not actually Josie. That's just a dumb nickname." Josie's-well, not Josie's, now-corrected, green eyes narrowed in annoyance. Pierre's grin just grew wider.

"So what do I call you now?" Moonfishy asked awkwardly.

"Joseph."

"Alright, then. Have any of you actually met Mustard or a Lost Lollipop Soul member?"

Their response was the usual: no, and hopefully never. She had to pull out a notepad to read off all the questions since she couldn't remember most of them anyways. Most of them were pointless, such as former jobs they had before Mustard took over ("Josie's a journalist, and I'm a painter!" "Don't call me that."), whether they knew any good recipes for mayo sandwiches, or whether they knew where oranges come from ("They grow underground, right?" "Pierre, where in the world did you get that idea?!"). And Moonfishy and Joseph had a very awkward time trying to explain that oranges grow on trees. Wait, do they?!