Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 17: #Hoives!

 The sun shines up, and the heat awoke me.

And for some dumb reason, that was the best night I ever had, for that was probably like the first time in four years that I wasn't lonely, and for the first time, this hellhole feels livable.

So I stretched my paws and noticed Star snoring softly on her side of the bed. Doing my best not to wake her up, I quickly went to the bathroom to take a piss, shower, and get ready with my clothes, for today was the day I'm supposed to hunt for Joseph and the others.
I made a simple butter road made out of rye bread with bit of the sesame seeds sprinkled, the stick of a butter, a slice of cheese, and some kielbasa made out of meat substitute for Star, blended up several of the yellow banana, condensed milk, and red strawberry for a morning smoothie, and tidied up the kitchen the best I can before putting on my shirt, but then I met a conundrum.

Who the hell is going to watch over Star while I'm away?

Feck...Should I hire a babysitter? Will the kid be naughty?

Or should I just lock her inside?

No..She'll hate me forever.

Well, the best thing is to bring her to work cause I barely know anyone else in this apartment. The best bet is letting Comrade Zero take her into his office while I track down Joseph and that Violet girl.

But of course, the first thing I should do is wake up the girl herself, so I went to her side and poked her ears.

"Umm...Wha? Who!"

My seemingly harmless act sent a full red alert to Star, who quickly cornered herself into the headboard like a frightened child, but she promptly sighed relief upon noticing me.

"Oh god, I thought a robber went in and is going to cut off your giblets, Mr Leon!"

"Wha? What does a robber have to do with giblet cuttings?

"I dunno..." She soothed, getting her feet back up, "But man am I hungry!"

I groaned and blinked a couple of times, "I made you butterbrod for breakfast, then I guess you'd be coming to work cause I can't just leave you here, yeah?"

Star was quick to notice the rudimentary stack of bread, cheese, and tofu sausage that she thundered past me right to the dining table, "Ooh! Is that for me? I like it!"

She seemed to forget about yesterday's ordeal and the fact that I cried like a loser last night. A bit flattered by her comments, my cheeks flared up a bit, "Well yeah! Go ahead, eat up!"

And there she goes, diving into the meal while I came to the counter for my carrot smoothie, taking a quick sip of the delicious goodness.

"Mmm...Consistency is optimal, the texture is bread-ey, the taste buds department is very happy!"

"Well, surely you can't mess up a simple buterbrod yeah? Now come on, we don't have all day."

"Wait, is this sesame seed?"

"Yeah, what's wrong."

Star began stuttering, "I...I'm, oh no! I forgot to tell you! allergic to nuts!"

W-what? Cold sweat dashed to my brows, "W-well, aren't sesame seeds, well...Seeds?"

"It's the same thing, Mr Leon!"

And that is when I was a sanguine glow appearing right ahead of me, for Star's skin quickly glowed red like a raspberry. I was about to make a star joke right there, but I thought it was too mean.

"Oh naw! Hoives!"

Great, the kid got hives from eating sesame seeds! And boy did I screw up again.

"Shit, come! We need to go to a clinic!"

"Yeah, no kidding, Mr Leon! Quick!"

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So there we go, rushing to the clinic with potential allergic death in our footsteps, whatever that means, right down the crowded metro to the nearest clinic where we should have got an EpiPen to get the hives away.

And one thing I'm grateful for this shithole known as the Carrot Union is at least they don't charge much for healthcare, even though the waiting time is like eight hours usually, but Star is already back running in just an hour.

And what better way to celebrate than to have lunch?

It was half-past twelve, and I have skipped work to accompany Star in this McHare-old restaurant with a cup of coffee. At the same time, Star ate my entire lunch money buying two double cheeseburgers before proceeding to play with the other kids in the ball bath while I stare down the horizon aimlessly.

For a moment, I thought about just leaving Star here and going out of the country to get a better life, but something in my heart just tells me that it's just messed up.

But of course, god forbids it to be a dull day cause who wants to read about boring stuff, and that is why I saw some wolves in trench coats coming through the glass door to sit next to me.

Glasses, check. Trench coat? Check, Defined facial structure? Double-check! They're CGB, and they have come to this capitalist establishment to bring me death.

Or something else...

"Mr Leon, my name is Comrade Woofy, and I'm here to inform you of the details regarding your next mission."

Ah yes, an appropriate name for a big bad woofer finally, though I'm afraid of him ripping off my neck if I joked about his name, so I sported up my deadpan face and looked back at him. "Shoot out."

"We've found her."

"Found who?"

"Violet Lycan. Now come with us, Mr Leon."