sharp. : a coinpin fic

Chapter Eight

Work today was slow.

Needle and Pin lounged behind the register, scrolling through their social media accounts lazily. The seconds hand of the analog clock above them ticked the seconds by, slowly, painfully.

"Ugh," Needle let out an irritated groan. "It's been three hours and there hasn't been a single customer today! Does nobody want shoes?"

Pin lay her head down on the counter and emitted a disgruntled sigh. "Someone, just buy some fucking shoes. We're rotting away from the boredom."

"Please buy shoes," Needles repeated halfheartedly, pleading with an unseen entity.

"We've done it," Pin huffed. "Needle, we've done it. We've sold so many shoes, no one wants shoes anymore. Everyone just has too many shoes now."

Needle pouted. "No way, we had customers yesterday! Maybe people are just busy today. Is there an event?"

Pin shook her head. "Not according to the same 20 social media posts I've been staring at for the past hour."

The bell on the door sounded, signalling to the two employees a customer had arrived. The girls bolted upright immediately to attend the customer.

"Uh, hi guys!" a certain copperhead declared, shifting his feet awkwardly.

Pin's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Coiny?"

"Are you here to buy shoes?" Needle asked hopefully.

"Hey the- wait what?" Coiny furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "No, what? I'm not here to buy shoes. I have too many shoes."

Needle turned towards Pin. "You were right," she told the redhead. "Our business is doomed." She turned around and flopped back into her chair.

"Anyways," Coiny began as he fidgeted with his hands. "I came here to talk to you, Pin."

Pin had the idea that her reunion with Coiny would have been like nothing was wrong. She had genuinely believed she would be excited to see him.

She was wrong. Although she was happy to see he was well, happy to see he was alive, a darker emotion awoke inside her. Its red eyes flashed their sinister color over her vision.

The anger boiled inside her. The beast, born of feelings of neglect and abandonment, prowled inside her mind, stalking its enemy. The girl clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into the skin of her palms. She took a deep breath.

The beast bared its sharp teeth, furious and terrifying. It looked up to the sky, opened its jaws, and howled.

He wasn't there for her.

Pin screamed and threw the register at him. Coiny gasped and ducked as the appliance sailed over his head.

"Pin!" The copperhead yelled frantically. "What are you doing?"

"Oh look, I have to go to the back now, because I have to," Needle hurriedly exclaimed. She quickly flipped the store sign to say "Sorry, we're closed!" Then, she stood up and rushed to the stockroom behind the store. The door slammed behind her.

Pin was in tears now. He had no clue what she's been through. He had no clue how stressed, how anxious, how depressed his absence made her feel. She had felt like a broken record, stuck playing the same thing over and over again. Abandonment over and over again.

He wasn't there for her.

"You're my best friend!" She yelled back.

Coiny looked lost and confused at this point. What the hell brought her to answer his question with that? What a confusing thought process.

"Yeah? Your point?" The copperhead immediately regretted opening his mouth as a shoebox almost collided with his skull. He swerved to avoid the potentially life threatening object.

"A best friend is supposed to be there for you," Pin scowled. "You weren't there for me!"

Coiny's face was no longer scared. The accusation was too much. He stood up straight, his arms crossed, and glared daggers at Pin.

"I wasn't there for you?" Coiny's voice was overflowing with exasperation. "You didn't want me anymore! You didn't need me anymore!"

The daggers tried to cut her beast into submission, but the beast was stronger, too blinded by fury. It bared its sharp teeth, glowering angrily at the enemy.

"What do you mean I didn't want you?" Pin lashed back, her expression ice cold. "I called you. I texted you! You didn't even fucking respond!"

His words were razor sharp. They could cut her to pieces

"Maybe if you weren't so busy hopping on Eraser's dick, maybe it wouldn't have turned out that way!" Coiny blurted out.

Pin's heart stopped.

Shame.

"Please go." Pin unclenched her face and looked at the ground.

Coiny, sensing his mistake, tried to reason with her. "I'm sorry this happened! It didn't mean to go like this. I wasn't intending to-"

Embarrassment.

"Please, just go." Pin cut him off and pointed towards the door.

Coiny swallowed, looked at the door, and back at Pin. After a few agonizing ticks from the seconds hand passed on the analog clock, the boy shoved his hands into his pockets and walked out.

Mortification.

The beast curled up and hid its face.