Lucky Stars

Wildlife Documentry

The day went rather slow for Abaddon. Perhaps it was just her heavy mind and heart that was weighing her down the whole time.

She had been thinking about the other day's little scene again and again. In fact that whole day had been etched it her mind, replaying like a TV show special of 5 seasons. Honestly it was a confusing set of emotions that bubbled up whenever she thought about it all. She still found in amusing how Dennis acted like a 5th grader, or how she felt somewhat hollow when the quarrel with Gene-vagina whore popped up. But mostly she felt the guilt slowly creeping in. It was spreading like an unknown disease. It was slowly eating her inside out, and before she knew it, it had come to the point where she had had to consult her personal and most trusted therapist.

"What did you do this time?" Mouse enquired, arms folded as he leaned again the back of the bench outside of the formal gardens, his face seemed to show uninterest, as if things like this were a usual. That wasn't too far from the truth.

"What do you do to get rid of guilt? Or at least get your mind off it..." Abaddon asked, with a slightly softer voice than she'd usually use. It was rare to see her in any state other than rowdy and rebellious and sassy. You would know something was up if she was actually being kind to you. She sat there silently, fiddling with her fingers.

Mouse raised an eyebrow. "You? Guilty? Well that's definitely a first." He said in a sarcastic tone. He was using this time wisely to act like the head in this situation, since he's mostly just day dreaming fart cloud of rainbows and ponies in the background. But he was worth asking advice from. Who knew what went on in that mind of his?

"So what happened?"

"Well..." Abby started, taking a pause before she began to explain her long and treacherously tiring day of drama, stating her feelings and actions. It was like confessing her sins at the cathedral.

Soon enough she finished off, before looking down and playing with her hands. Mouse was silent, uneasily silent.

"Are you serious? You really did that? Really? I thought you were trying to bond with that log, not lie about your life story. What did you think you were going to achieve from that?"

Abaddon snapped back, "Shut up! I did not come here so I could listen to another person judge me about my actions. I came here for advice, not confrontation."

Mouse quieted down before he heaved a sigh. "So what do you want?"

"I want to keep up this hoax for as long as possible till I can find the time to explain, and also find something so get my mind off of the situation. Any ideas?"

Mouse pondered. "Well for starters, don't ask him so many questions for now. He asked you because you ask him all the time didn't he? If you don't ask then he won't either." He suggested. "If he does, try to shift the topic. Pretend you have a call. Fake it till you make it, girl."

Abaddon nodded slowly, noting and stirring up some excuses to use if the needs be.

"And as for distraction from your guilt, I have an idea that still won't take you away from your precious Dennis time."

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DAY 3 OF THE WILDLIFE DOCUMENTRY.
UNDISCOVERED BEAST EDITION.

7 am. The sun has risen above the lush scenery of the wild, illuminating the start of the day with all its glory.

Ah yes, it is awake. The creature we have been observing for the past three days has risen from its slumber, ready to start its day with a hunt.