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Celeste

Imagine harassing Celeste❤

"Please stop drawing dicks in the sky."

You look away from the constellation map you had been working on, only to see Celeste eyeing you cautiously.

She shuffles nervously underneath your venomous stare.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N." She whispers. "But the villagers are starting to complain."

Her excuse does nothing to calm the fury growing in your chest.

You throw your pen down indignantly .

"I've done more for this town that any of them have ever attempted to do! I should be allowed to draw the constellations I fucking want!"

She winces as the pen bounces off of the wooden table you sit at.

"Maybe that's true," She begins nervously. "But I think they're mostly upset by the names. If you squint, your constellations can pass as...as kites or something. But the names...you can't do anything to block the names out."

The audacity of this bird!

"What's wrong with the names?" You question, glaring at her.

You're satisfied to see anger glinting in her own eyes.

"The same thing that's wrong with everyone's catchphrases!" She screeches and takes a menacing step forward.

At that moment, Bob finds his way upstairs.

His purple head emerges from the doorway, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, is everything alright here, sluts?" He questions, his eyes flickering between you and the owl.

You avoid Celeste's distressed expression.

"I don't see any issues here." You stubbornly defend yourself, before picking up the pen and continuing to plot yet another outstanding constellation.

The two animals exchange a look before watching you helplessly.

As it dawns on them that they cannot
interfere with the creation of art, Bob mutters, "At least don't name it after me again, sluts."

You ignore him as you continue.

A few tense minutes drag out until you set your pen down contentedly.

"There." You smile. "It's done."

Celeste hurriedly peeks out the telescope, where surely enough, your latest contribution shines proudly.

She sighs.

"What do you want to name it this time?"

You grin maliciously before telling her.

Both animals shudder.

"You'll be able to see your fucking abomination clearest on July 6th." The owl spits before calling down the stairs for her brother.

Blathers waddles up, already bored of the routine.

You allow him to throw you down the stairs and kick you out of the museum for the fifth time that night.

As you land heavily on your back, the vast night sky judges you from above.

Your eyes land on the sea of glimmering constellations, and you cackle.

Perhaps they had succeeded in wrecking your body, but you were still the victor.

For above you, a sea of cocks shimmers proudly, reigning over the small town below.