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Everytoon is happy. With their friends, enemies, and lovers. Shelly, with her bold wedding ring of experience given by Bassie, giggled when she watched how badly Sprout fumbled his proposal to Cosmo. Sprout jokingly blamed her for “making” him spit out his feelings.
He failed to make Cosmo get distracted, tripped trying to kneel, dropped the ring, and forgot his lines.
Cosmo said yes, blushing in both romantic attraction and embarrassment.
Ribecca helped design their clothes and Glisten was prepared to dress them up and direct the toons of how to set up the wedding.
He already had it all planned out!
Astro would be the instrumentalist.
Ginger would be Cosmo’s best woman.
Toodles would be the flower girl.
Gourdy would be the ring bearer.
Rodger would be the officiant…
…you get the idea.
Now all was left was to wait for the big day.
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“Delilah… are you quite sure this is supposed to happen?” Devan was disgusted. “Things are getting too far and it’s happening too often now. They’re supposed to be aqu-“
“Friends.” Delilah didn’t look at him. She stood there watching the cameras with her hands behind her back.
“Devan, would you quit being a bitch?” Sam crossed their arms tightly.
“They’re literal objects getting married!” Devan was getting vexed.
“They’re living and breathing for Dandy’s sake!” Sam snapped. “We gave them organs which includes a heart, of course they’re gonna feel a certain way, even if it’s romantically!”
“Don’t you get it? How do you not find it… astounding that even those things come with homosexualality!”
“Oh yeah?” Sam stormed over and shoved Devan as hard as they could “You know what? Fuck you too.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Veronica pinched her fingers between her nose bridge “not this again…”
“Please calm down, Sam.” Shanon tried to keep herself together. “I’m sure that’s not what Devan meant-“
“You and I both know exactly what he meant” They growled.
“Will you two please shut your pie holes?” Delilah covered her face in her hands. “As long as they keep this place running and get your rent covered, why do you care what they do or how they ‘feel’ in this economy?”
“I’m surprised how caring the ugly veggie stick gets considering you’re in his care.” Devan harshly whispers to Sam.
They clench their fists but nothing else before slamming the door out.
“I’m surprised how optimistic that ugly bald flower is considering you’re in his care.” Veronica smirked.
“What’s that implying?”
“I cannot believe it. Your toon is literally the gayest twink in Gardenview. You’re hell’s biggest grouch, you homophob.” She sticks out the middle finger to him before walking out the door with Shanon.
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“I didn’t even say anything” Devan grumbled to himself. He catches sight of Bassie as he seeks for Sprout. “I guess I can work with her too while I’m at it.”
He clears his voice and shouts clear and lightly.
“Hey there, Ms. Bloomington! Would you mind coming over here for me?”
Bassie winces and looks over her shoulder, curious when Devan got so gentle.
Hesitantly, she glides over the rainbow carpet to Devan in the corner where the benches to the train station were.
“Need anything?” She squeaks.
“Yeah, actually!” Devan hands her a strange glass cylinder with ichor in it. “Can you open this?”
“Uhm… sure…” Bassie carefully takes the tube. “But… what’s it for? Why is there ichor in it? …if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Oh yeah! I’m actually on my way to making a new toon!” Devan explains innocently. “Exciting, right? My hands so happen to be oily right now so I need help opening it”
“How do you open…“ Bassie starts as she tries to twist of one end. She gets cut off when the capsule slips from her hand and shatters, ichor spilling all over her.
“ACK- I’M SO SORRY” she collapses to the ground, at first, trying to pick the glass back up, but then in agony. “It… it burns!! Why does the ichor burn?”
She wipes her tears from her eyes, but her right hand had the ichor on it, rubbing it in her eyes.
“Devan… please.” She sobs helplessly on the ground, half blind. “I didn’t mean to… please help me… it hurts!”
“Good night, Ms. Bloomington” Devan chants. “That new toon is going to be the new you.”
Laughter erupts in Bassie’s head.
She remembers that Cocoa is the better version of her.
No.
She remembers that Cocoa is her friend.
No…
She remembers when she was Cocoa’s friend.
She had never been a friend to Cocoa.
And now she’s going to die, she thought intensely.
That’s what she remembers and what she regrets.
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To be continued~ ;3