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Night in the Woods: Odd Stranger - The First Meeting
So, this is the first time I've really done full on fanfiction in a very long time. I do feel a bit uneasy posting this, only for the fact that I know people do have their preferences for character relationships. And I know the feeling exactly. There's also the fact that putting in fursonas/self-inserts usually doesn't end well in the final product for a lot of fanfictions, especially if the author pairs them up with a character the reader likes. I definitely get that.
At its core, this is a story that I wanted to make to help me stay creative and something that makes me happy to read. If other people enjoy this, then I'll be glad that they do. At the very least, I hope to keep the characters feel like they should. And I want to make sure no one suffers or looks bad just to make my OCs look good. I hope this is an entertaining read for anyone who takes the time to read this and there will be more on the way.
Fair warning: This story takes place after the events of the Bea route version of the story. So some spoilers are ahead!
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The First Meeting
The quiet town of Possum Springs was going about its business as it always did. None of the inhabitants, save for a select four (five if you want to be technical), were aware of a confrontation at the old mines two nights ago. On the outside, things weren’t really any different save for a few new stores filling up old spaces.
For Mae Borowski, things were different, dealing with the inevitable job hunt. After the night of the confrontation, Mae had thought about some things. One of those things was wanting to be helpful with the family finances. Though she dreaded the idea. Not the idea of having to work but what she was trying to put together with the help of her friend Bea during a slow morning lull at The Ol’ Pickaxe.
“C’mon, Mae. You have to put something on your resume,” Bea said, arms folded with her half-lidded eyes looking down at the piece of line paper Mae brought.
“I’m trying. But Mom said to put skills ‘applicable in the workplace.’ And my skills are more suited for things that don’t involve stocking shelves,” Mae grumbled, her rotund figure slumped over the counter.
“You were pretty good at destroying that furnace.”
“You did say I’d be good at that kind of stuff. I could be the first great demolition lady. Or the greatest person to ever have demolitioned. Name any famous demolition person. Bet you can’t.”
“Naming a person would be hard but I can think of groups that have destroyed some things pretty well,” Bea replied, the faintest trace of a smile appearing on her face for a moment.
Mae looked down at her paper, squinting at it, hoping words would magically appear. “Curse you, job force…can’t you help me get a job here, Bea?”
Bea frowned and was about to reply but the bell to the store’s door jingled. In walked a male cougar dressed in an orange and white hoodie and jeans while using earbuds. His dark hair was swept back and he had a small beard at the bottom of his chin as well.
“Uh, welcome, can I help you find something?” Bea said, surprised at the timing more than anything.
“Hey, yeah, my dad said he ordered a small set of lug wrenches that were supposed to be here today?” The cougar removed his earbuds, looking around the modest store.
“Did he give a last name?” Bea reached for a book under the counter.
“Santiago?”
“Santiago-Santello-tiago-me-moe…” Mae sang to herself, still staring at her paper.
“She’s just frustrated right now,” Bea shrugged off after the cougar gave Mae a confused look. Looking through the book, she sighed. “Sorry, the delivery hasn’t arrived yet. From the time it is now…it should be around here in an hour if you want to come back later.”
“Maybe he can help me with this resume to kill some time,” Mae groaned, the energy draining from her body.
“Mae, you just need to-,” Bea began before the cougar spoke up.
“Job resume? Is it your first one?”
“Eeeeeeeeyup-puh.” Mae raised her head from the counter and held up the blank paper.
“You sure you want to stick around here while waiting for your order?” Bea asked.
“I have the day off so I'm free. My name’s Christian, for future reference,” the cougar smiled.
“…I’m Bea. And that’s my friend Mae.” Bea blinked, pushing a memory out of her mind and looked at the clock on the wall. “I should call the delivery people and make sure they’re bringing your order.”
The crocodile walked to the backroom, leaving Christian and Mae alone in the store.
“Resumes…yeah. Never fun. Employers want people to fill up empty spots but they want you to have job experience, so they don’t have to spend too much time training you.” The cougar shook his head before glancing between Mae and the paper. “Usually, the back-up is any school or community activities that ‘show your character.’”
“So…like being a leader and stuff like that?” Mae removed herself from the counter to lean on it instead, tired of the counter’s edge pushing into her belly.
“Not always being a leader but showing you can valuable to the team. At least, that’s what they want you think. It’s basically, ‘What skills do you have that are relevant to the job and can you market yourself?’”
Mae looked down at the paper and towards Bea, who was still talking on the phone. She reached for a pen that Bea had loaned to her on the counter and began writing things down. It wasn’t a clear-cut resume, but it was ideas based on her past experiences these last few weeks.
Bea exited from the back room and saw Mae busy writing. “Gave a rousing inspiring speech?”
Christian shrugged. “She looked over at you and started writing. I only told her the most basic things behind job hunting.”
Mae was busy scribbling, hunched over her paper. Bea and Christian decided to leave her to it.
“So, do you live with your dad or are you on your own?” Bea said, her mouth playing with her fake cigarette.
“I have a roommate. I live in Dunsbury, about 5 minutes away from that Ham Panther on the highway. I get by well enough,” Christian replied. He stretched his arms and leaned against the counter. “I’m guessing this is the kind of small town where you pretty much know everyone who lives here?”
“If you want to put it like that. Anybody new who comes to Possum Springs nowadays are passing through and asking for directions to go somewhere else.”
“I dunno, it doesn’t seem so bad. There’s a bit of a charm to it all. If I had to think of a town during fall, it’d be this.”
“You’re the only person in history to have said that and be genuine about it.”
“What, you guys have an astronomical crime rate?”
“No. Because they would have to deal with Aunt Mall Cop,” Mae interjected, eyes not leaving the paper.
“Mae’s aunt is a police officer,” Bea clarified before Christian could ask.
“And not because she’s scary in the ‘You’ll never catch me, copper!’ way. She’s scary in the ‘I’m going to nag until your eardrums bleed and you begin to beg for the sweet mercy of deafness’ way,” Mae complained.
Christian couldn’t help but smile. “Looks like I picked some interesting locals to strike up a conversation with.” He paused in thought for a moment. “Do you two have a Chaos account? If you…want to stay in contact?”
“Are you sure about that? We might be part of an antagonistic terrorist squadron designed to target the homes of big-wig electronics CEOs,” Mae said, finishing up what she was writing.
“No, Mae. We thought we agreed it was the home property circuit,” Bea replied, her tone not making it clear whether she really was kidding or not. But her expression made it obvious, anyway. “Well…you’re putting up with us thanks to the wonders of retail delivery so I guess. We have a group chat with two of our other friends set up so I’ll add you after work. But no ‘sliding into my DMs’ business.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Thanks.” Christian exchanged his contact info with Mae and Bea. Not too long after, the truck delivery arrived with his order, sending the cougar on his merry way.
“Are you sure about this, Bea? He was nice and all but I haven’t seen you be all…trusting like that.” Mae was holding onto her paper while sitting on the counter again.
“He seemed harmless enough. Way too smiling and cheery to really be the scheming type. And…I guess it doesn’t hurt to have more friends. But we’ll see how he gets along with us from behind a keyboard.”
That Night…
TellTaleLigeia added “PrincePuma” to the group.
PrincePuma: Hey guys.
TellTaleLigeia: Hey.
trashmaemal: o/
w1ggl3w0rm: whoa it’s the new guy
BootyCap’n: Hi there, stranger.
PrincePuma: Did I interrupt anything?
TellTaleLigeia: Nope. Angus and Gregg just joined the chat.
PrincePuma: Sup, fellas? Which one’s who?
BootyCap’n: I’m Angus.
trashmaemal: Angus has da booty Gregg has da wiggles
w1ggl3w0rm: gregg here
w1ggl3w0rm: we are queer
w1ggl3w0rm: we’re used to it
TellTaleLigeia: Not a minute has passed and we are already on the topic of butts.
PrincePuma: No complaints here.
w1ggl3w0rm: you like butts, prince?
trashmaemal: I convinced them to name each other’s chat profiles
BootyCap’n: We have to keep them for at least a month before making adjustments.
w1ggl3w0rm: but you’ll always be my bootycap’n
PrincePuma: Yeah, I like butts. But you can call me Christian. Or Chris. People usually end up calling me Chris.
TellTaleLigeia: Whatever you want us to call you.
w1ggl3worm: christian, prince of the butts
trashmaemal: You have been chosen to hold the talking stick
trashmaemal: now talk
PrincePuma: Sure...if you’re asking for hobbies and what I like to do, playing some video games, watching wrestling, voice acting, traveling, making stuff. My favorite kinds of movies are usually animation, comedies, and martial arts flicks. I’m working right now so I have enough money to pay for rent and all that.
PrincePuma: I’m single, bi and ready to try.
w1ggl3w0rm: do you know any secret ninja shit
PrincePuma: I know that there’s an assassin right behind you, Gregg.
trashmaemal: wtf
w1ggl3w0rm: yeah dude wtf where is he? he just took my pants
BootyCap’n: I can see you on the bed, Bug. You took them off yourself.
PrincePuma: Wait, you’re in the same room together?
w1ggl3w0rm: you have no pants on either, cap’n
BootyCap’n: We live together. And that could have been kept private, Bug.
trashmaemal: not like we can see your donut wolf undies ;P
PrincePuma: They make those?
w1ggl3w0rm: dude if anyon has them it’s you
w1ggl3w0rm: you ate 10000 donuts so they gave you free underwear
trashmaemal: if i did have them i’d wear them on the outside of my superhero outfit
TellTaleLigeia whispered to you: This is how a lot of chat hangouts go. I usually let them have their fun. You’re not being weirded out by this, are you?
w1ggl3w0rm: i’d be angus’s sidekick that has to wear the tiny short shorts to make the bad guys uncomfortable
You whispered to TellTaleLigeia:Nah. I have my own share of friends that are like this. It’s all good :)
w1ggl3w0rm: once me and angus master the art of fusion
w1ggl3w0rm: we can share both of our thoughts with one keyboard
PrincePuma: Would your new name be “w1ggl3Booty?”
w1ggl3w0rm: dude
w1ggl3w0rm: mae
w1ggl3w0rm: bea
w1ggl3w0rm: this guy is a genius
BootyCap’n: It somehow does sound better than “Cap’nWorm.”
TellTaleLigeia: Hey Christian? Something has been bugging me about you all day.
PrincePuma: ?
trashmaemal: really? y didn’t u say anything, bea?
TellTaleLigeia: Because it wasn’t that important. Just had a feeling I might have seen him somewhere.
PrincePuma: Oh. Hmm...I can’t remember seeing you before. Maybe somebody that looked like me?
TellTaleLigeia: Maybe. I’ll brb, I need to help dad clean the kitchen
TellTaleLigeia disconnected.
PrincePuma: She won’t be able to read what we type now when she gets back, will she?
trashmaemal: no...why...?
PrincePuma: Okay, so I have seen Bea before. And you too, Mae.
w1ggl3w0rm: y are all the cool new people stalkers yo?
PrincePuma: no no no no no
PrincePuma: You remember that college party you went to with Bea, Mae?
trashmaemal: holy shit how do you know about that
PrincePuma: I was there.
trashmaemal: oh
trashmaemal: but we didn’t see you
trashmaemal: there was some guy named chris but you don’t look like him
BootyCap’n: There’s actually more Christians than you think there are. They’re all over the country. They assemble at churches every Sunday.
w1ggl3w0rm: ayyyyyyy
PrincePuma: I saw you twerking up against Bea.
w1ggl3w0rm: hahahahahaha you twerked mae?
BootyCap’n: But you twerk all the time here, bug.
w1ggl3w0rm: shhhhhhhhhhh
trashmaemal: gawd don’t remind me
trashmaemal: so you saw us, were interested, but you didn’t say hi?
PrincePuma: I really wanted to talk to Bea but she was caught up with her friend and those two other guys. Then you showed up and Bea suddenly ran off.
trashmaemal: oh
trashmaemal: yeah...
PrincePuma: That and I was scared that Bea wouldn’t want to talk to me. She can look pretty scary...but...that also kinda makes her attractive?
PrincePuma: I like tough women
trashmaemal: i dunno what kind of guys bea likes but you never know until you talk to her dude
w1ggl3w0rm: are you a guy with a guitar that plays the douchey hits of the 00’s
PrincePuma: I...have a guitar but I’m not really a “Top 40” kind of guy.
w1ggl3w0rm: then you’re solid
BootyCap’n: Can I offer some advice?
PrincePuma: Sure.
BootyCap’n: Be yourself and be direct and honest with Bea. From what I’ve seen, she would prefer that.
PrincePuma: I’m going to. ...I’m just nervous about it. Because Bea looked really upset when she ran out of the party so I don’t want to make her think about it
trashmaemal: so did you come to the pickaxe to pick up bea
PrincePuma: No that was a total coincidence. I can never forget seeing somebody like Bea so when I walked in my
heart skipped a couple beats.
trashmaemal: you loooooove heeeeeer stranger
w1ggl3w0rm: dude you’re so whipped and you wanna be whipped by her that’s a wombo combo right there
BootyCap’n: Hey, be nice.
trashmaemal: sorry big guy
trashmaemal: but yeah talk to her man
trashmaemal: the worst that can happen is that she’s not interested
w1ggl3w0rm: no the worst that can happen is that bea’s eyes glow with white hot god of the darkness power and she turns him into figgy pudding
BootyCap’n: Why figgy pudding?
w1ggl3w0rm: because i don’t know what that is but it sounds nasty
TellTaleLigeia is online.
trashmaemal: and then i said the aristocats!
w1ggl3w0rm: hahahahahahahahaha
BootyCap’n: Aristocrats but close enough.
TellTaleLigeia: Sorry for the wait. Dad was telling me business stuff. Did I miss anything?
trashmaemal: cmon chris chris
TellTaleLigeia: ?
PrincePuma: Bea, there’s something I need to tell you in private.
TellTaleLigeia: Okay...?
This is the beginning of your conversation with TellTaleLigeia
PrincePuma: So while you were gone I thought about it some more and I do remember seeing you somewhere.
TellTaleLigeia: Ok
PrincePuma: ....Okay. Do you remember going to a college party with Mae that Jackie hosted?
TellTaleLigeia: ...Yeah.
PrincePuma: I was actually there at the party that night.
TellTaleLigeia: You were? I didn’t see you.
PrincePuma: I was being a major wallflower. I saw the both of you dancing and...I wanted to come up to you and talk to you. But I saw those two other guys talking to you so I thought my chances were shot. Then I saw you run off but I knew it’d be way too creepy to have some stranger chase after you.
TellTaleLigeia: I see.
PrincePuma: I didn’t come to your store today just to find you though. That was just a coincidence, I swear on my life.
TellTaleLigeia: No no it’s okay. I didn’t think that you were. I think I did see you at the party. But with everything that happened, I really...yeah.
PrincePuma: I understand.
PrincePuma: ...To be completely upfront with you, I’m not attending school right now either. Like I said, I’m working so I can pay my rent. I only went to the party so I could meet someone that would hopefully not see me as a loser
PrincePuma: wait no shit
PrincePuma: fuck
PrincePuma: i didn’t mean to send that
PrincePuma: bea i’m sorry
TellTaleLigeia: For what?
PrincePuma: i bet you went to that party to talk to guys who had everything ready ahead of them not people like me
TellTaleLigeia: Christian. Take a deep breath.
TellTaleLigeia: We just met. So you have a clean slate. The only thing that matters right now is one thing.
TellTaleLigeia: Are you still interested in me?
PrincePuma: Yes, I am. I want to get to know you better.
TellTaleLigeia: Okay then.
TellTaleLigeia: This is just so I know for myself but were you the one leaning against the wall in a orange hoodie that looked like the one you were wearing today? Looking pretty sullen?
PrincePuma: Yep. That was me.
TellTaleLigeia: I did catch you glancing at me a few times. But I thought you would have wanted to be left alone.
PrincePuma: Yeah, funny how that goes...
TellTaleLigeia: So...why did you want to talk to me out of all the people there?
PrincePuma: Something about you when I saw you...I could feel an aura of sorts. It sounds lame now that I’m typing it but something weathered yet still holding strong.
TellTaleLigeia: Yeah?
PrincePuma: But I couldn’t work up the courage to try and talk to you.
TellTaleLigeia: It probably was a good thing to not have done so that night. Things with Mae were different than they are now and it could have been a disaster.
TellTaleLigeia: But I appreciate you being upfront with me about this.
PrincePuma: I do my best...it’s hard for me to talk to people that I’m interested in a dating kind of way.
TellTaleLigeia: Really now.
PrincePuma: I'm weird, I know.
TellTaleLigeia: Hey Christian?
PrincePuma: Yeah?
TellTaleLigeia: I know it sounds really sudden. But...I’m going to band practice with the others tomorrow if you want to drop by.
PrincePuma: You’re a band? Oh. Yeah, totally, Possum Springs isn’t too far from where I am.
TellTaleLigeia: We can talk some more, face to face. Maybe do something afterwards.
PrincePuma: Sure. I’ll be looking forward to it!
TellTaleLigeia: Great.
PrincePuma: I’m going to go to bed now. A lot of this took a lot out of me.
TellTaleLigeia: I can imagine.
TellTaleLigeia: Good night.
PrincePuma: Night, Bea!
You have disconnected.
“Just be myself...just be myself...”
At its core, this is a story that I wanted to make to help me stay creative and something that makes me happy to read. If other people enjoy this, then I'll be glad that they do. At the very least, I hope to keep the characters feel like they should. And I want to make sure no one suffers or looks bad just to make my OCs look good. I hope this is an entertaining read for anyone who takes the time to read this and there will be more on the way.
Fair warning: This story takes place after the events of the Bea route version of the story. So some spoilers are ahead!
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The First Meeting
The quiet town of Possum Springs was going about its business as it always did. None of the inhabitants, save for a select four (five if you want to be technical), were aware of a confrontation at the old mines two nights ago. On the outside, things weren’t really any different save for a few new stores filling up old spaces.
For Mae Borowski, things were different, dealing with the inevitable job hunt. After the night of the confrontation, Mae had thought about some things. One of those things was wanting to be helpful with the family finances. Though she dreaded the idea. Not the idea of having to work but what she was trying to put together with the help of her friend Bea during a slow morning lull at The Ol’ Pickaxe.
“C’mon, Mae. You have to put something on your resume,” Bea said, arms folded with her half-lidded eyes looking down at the piece of line paper Mae brought.
“I’m trying. But Mom said to put skills ‘applicable in the workplace.’ And my skills are more suited for things that don’t involve stocking shelves,” Mae grumbled, her rotund figure slumped over the counter.
“You were pretty good at destroying that furnace.”
“You did say I’d be good at that kind of stuff. I could be the first great demolition lady. Or the greatest person to ever have demolitioned. Name any famous demolition person. Bet you can’t.”
“Naming a person would be hard but I can think of groups that have destroyed some things pretty well,” Bea replied, the faintest trace of a smile appearing on her face for a moment.
Mae looked down at her paper, squinting at it, hoping words would magically appear. “Curse you, job force…can’t you help me get a job here, Bea?”
Bea frowned and was about to reply but the bell to the store’s door jingled. In walked a male cougar dressed in an orange and white hoodie and jeans while using earbuds. His dark hair was swept back and he had a small beard at the bottom of his chin as well.
“Uh, welcome, can I help you find something?” Bea said, surprised at the timing more than anything.
“Hey, yeah, my dad said he ordered a small set of lug wrenches that were supposed to be here today?” The cougar removed his earbuds, looking around the modest store.
“Did he give a last name?” Bea reached for a book under the counter.
“Santiago?”
“Santiago-Santello-tiago-me-moe…” Mae sang to herself, still staring at her paper.
“She’s just frustrated right now,” Bea shrugged off after the cougar gave Mae a confused look. Looking through the book, she sighed. “Sorry, the delivery hasn’t arrived yet. From the time it is now…it should be around here in an hour if you want to come back later.”
“Maybe he can help me with this resume to kill some time,” Mae groaned, the energy draining from her body.
“Mae, you just need to-,” Bea began before the cougar spoke up.
“Job resume? Is it your first one?”
“Eeeeeeeeyup-puh.” Mae raised her head from the counter and held up the blank paper.
“You sure you want to stick around here while waiting for your order?” Bea asked.
“I have the day off so I'm free. My name’s Christian, for future reference,” the cougar smiled.
“…I’m Bea. And that’s my friend Mae.” Bea blinked, pushing a memory out of her mind and looked at the clock on the wall. “I should call the delivery people and make sure they’re bringing your order.”
The crocodile walked to the backroom, leaving Christian and Mae alone in the store.
“Resumes…yeah. Never fun. Employers want people to fill up empty spots but they want you to have job experience, so they don’t have to spend too much time training you.” The cougar shook his head before glancing between Mae and the paper. “Usually, the back-up is any school or community activities that ‘show your character.’”
“So…like being a leader and stuff like that?” Mae removed herself from the counter to lean on it instead, tired of the counter’s edge pushing into her belly.
“Not always being a leader but showing you can valuable to the team. At least, that’s what they want you think. It’s basically, ‘What skills do you have that are relevant to the job and can you market yourself?’”
Mae looked down at the paper and towards Bea, who was still talking on the phone. She reached for a pen that Bea had loaned to her on the counter and began writing things down. It wasn’t a clear-cut resume, but it was ideas based on her past experiences these last few weeks.
Bea exited from the back room and saw Mae busy writing. “Gave a rousing inspiring speech?”
Christian shrugged. “She looked over at you and started writing. I only told her the most basic things behind job hunting.”
Mae was busy scribbling, hunched over her paper. Bea and Christian decided to leave her to it.
“So, do you live with your dad or are you on your own?” Bea said, her mouth playing with her fake cigarette.
“I have a roommate. I live in Dunsbury, about 5 minutes away from that Ham Panther on the highway. I get by well enough,” Christian replied. He stretched his arms and leaned against the counter. “I’m guessing this is the kind of small town where you pretty much know everyone who lives here?”
“If you want to put it like that. Anybody new who comes to Possum Springs nowadays are passing through and asking for directions to go somewhere else.”
“I dunno, it doesn’t seem so bad. There’s a bit of a charm to it all. If I had to think of a town during fall, it’d be this.”
“You’re the only person in history to have said that and be genuine about it.”
“What, you guys have an astronomical crime rate?”
“No. Because they would have to deal with Aunt Mall Cop,” Mae interjected, eyes not leaving the paper.
“Mae’s aunt is a police officer,” Bea clarified before Christian could ask.
“And not because she’s scary in the ‘You’ll never catch me, copper!’ way. She’s scary in the ‘I’m going to nag until your eardrums bleed and you begin to beg for the sweet mercy of deafness’ way,” Mae complained.
Christian couldn’t help but smile. “Looks like I picked some interesting locals to strike up a conversation with.” He paused in thought for a moment. “Do you two have a Chaos account? If you…want to stay in contact?”
“Are you sure about that? We might be part of an antagonistic terrorist squadron designed to target the homes of big-wig electronics CEOs,” Mae said, finishing up what she was writing.
“No, Mae. We thought we agreed it was the home property circuit,” Bea replied, her tone not making it clear whether she really was kidding or not. But her expression made it obvious, anyway. “Well…you’re putting up with us thanks to the wonders of retail delivery so I guess. We have a group chat with two of our other friends set up so I’ll add you after work. But no ‘sliding into my DMs’ business.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Thanks.” Christian exchanged his contact info with Mae and Bea. Not too long after, the truck delivery arrived with his order, sending the cougar on his merry way.
“Are you sure about this, Bea? He was nice and all but I haven’t seen you be all…trusting like that.” Mae was holding onto her paper while sitting on the counter again.
“He seemed harmless enough. Way too smiling and cheery to really be the scheming type. And…I guess it doesn’t hurt to have more friends. But we’ll see how he gets along with us from behind a keyboard.”
That Night…
TellTaleLigeia added “PrincePuma” to the group.
PrincePuma: Hey guys.
TellTaleLigeia: Hey.
trashmaemal: o/
w1ggl3w0rm: whoa it’s the new guy
BootyCap’n: Hi there, stranger.
PrincePuma: Did I interrupt anything?
TellTaleLigeia: Nope. Angus and Gregg just joined the chat.
PrincePuma: Sup, fellas? Which one’s who?
BootyCap’n: I’m Angus.
trashmaemal: Angus has da booty Gregg has da wiggles
w1ggl3w0rm: gregg here
w1ggl3w0rm: we are queer
w1ggl3w0rm: we’re used to it
TellTaleLigeia: Not a minute has passed and we are already on the topic of butts.
PrincePuma: No complaints here.
w1ggl3w0rm: you like butts, prince?
trashmaemal: I convinced them to name each other’s chat profiles
BootyCap’n: We have to keep them for at least a month before making adjustments.
w1ggl3w0rm: but you’ll always be my bootycap’n
PrincePuma: Yeah, I like butts. But you can call me Christian. Or Chris. People usually end up calling me Chris.
TellTaleLigeia: Whatever you want us to call you.
w1ggl3worm: christian, prince of the butts
trashmaemal: You have been chosen to hold the talking stick
trashmaemal: now talk
PrincePuma: Sure...if you’re asking for hobbies and what I like to do, playing some video games, watching wrestling, voice acting, traveling, making stuff. My favorite kinds of movies are usually animation, comedies, and martial arts flicks. I’m working right now so I have enough money to pay for rent and all that.
PrincePuma: I’m single, bi and ready to try.
w1ggl3w0rm: do you know any secret ninja shit
PrincePuma: I know that there’s an assassin right behind you, Gregg.
trashmaemal: wtf
w1ggl3w0rm: yeah dude wtf where is he? he just took my pants
BootyCap’n: I can see you on the bed, Bug. You took them off yourself.
PrincePuma: Wait, you’re in the same room together?
w1ggl3w0rm: you have no pants on either, cap’n
BootyCap’n: We live together. And that could have been kept private, Bug.
trashmaemal: not like we can see your donut wolf undies ;P
PrincePuma: They make those?
w1ggl3w0rm: dude if anyon has them it’s you
w1ggl3w0rm: you ate 10000 donuts so they gave you free underwear
trashmaemal: if i did have them i’d wear them on the outside of my superhero outfit
TellTaleLigeia whispered to you: This is how a lot of chat hangouts go. I usually let them have their fun. You’re not being weirded out by this, are you?
w1ggl3w0rm: i’d be angus’s sidekick that has to wear the tiny short shorts to make the bad guys uncomfortable
You whispered to TellTaleLigeia:Nah. I have my own share of friends that are like this. It’s all good :)
w1ggl3w0rm: once me and angus master the art of fusion
w1ggl3w0rm: we can share both of our thoughts with one keyboard
PrincePuma: Would your new name be “w1ggl3Booty?”
w1ggl3w0rm: dude
w1ggl3w0rm: mae
w1ggl3w0rm: bea
w1ggl3w0rm: this guy is a genius
BootyCap’n: It somehow does sound better than “Cap’nWorm.”
TellTaleLigeia: Hey Christian? Something has been bugging me about you all day.
PrincePuma: ?
trashmaemal: really? y didn’t u say anything, bea?
TellTaleLigeia: Because it wasn’t that important. Just had a feeling I might have seen him somewhere.
PrincePuma: Oh. Hmm...I can’t remember seeing you before. Maybe somebody that looked like me?
TellTaleLigeia: Maybe. I’ll brb, I need to help dad clean the kitchen
TellTaleLigeia disconnected.
PrincePuma: She won’t be able to read what we type now when she gets back, will she?
trashmaemal: no...why...?
PrincePuma: Okay, so I have seen Bea before. And you too, Mae.
w1ggl3w0rm: y are all the cool new people stalkers yo?
PrincePuma: no no no no no
PrincePuma: You remember that college party you went to with Bea, Mae?
trashmaemal: holy shit how do you know about that
PrincePuma: I was there.
trashmaemal: oh
trashmaemal: but we didn’t see you
trashmaemal: there was some guy named chris but you don’t look like him
BootyCap’n: There’s actually more Christians than you think there are. They’re all over the country. They assemble at churches every Sunday.
w1ggl3w0rm: ayyyyyyy
PrincePuma: I saw you twerking up against Bea.
w1ggl3w0rm: hahahahahaha you twerked mae?
BootyCap’n: But you twerk all the time here, bug.
w1ggl3w0rm: shhhhhhhhhhh
trashmaemal: gawd don’t remind me
trashmaemal: so you saw us, were interested, but you didn’t say hi?
PrincePuma: I really wanted to talk to Bea but she was caught up with her friend and those two other guys. Then you showed up and Bea suddenly ran off.
trashmaemal: oh
trashmaemal: yeah...
PrincePuma: That and I was scared that Bea wouldn’t want to talk to me. She can look pretty scary...but...that also kinda makes her attractive?
PrincePuma: I like tough women
trashmaemal: i dunno what kind of guys bea likes but you never know until you talk to her dude
w1ggl3w0rm: are you a guy with a guitar that plays the douchey hits of the 00’s
PrincePuma: I...have a guitar but I’m not really a “Top 40” kind of guy.
w1ggl3w0rm: then you’re solid
BootyCap’n: Can I offer some advice?
PrincePuma: Sure.
BootyCap’n: Be yourself and be direct and honest with Bea. From what I’ve seen, she would prefer that.
PrincePuma: I’m going to. ...I’m just nervous about it. Because Bea looked really upset when she ran out of the party so I don’t want to make her think about it
trashmaemal: so did you come to the pickaxe to pick up bea
PrincePuma: No that was a total coincidence. I can never forget seeing somebody like Bea so when I walked in my
heart skipped a couple beats.
trashmaemal: you loooooove heeeeeer stranger
w1ggl3w0rm: dude you’re so whipped and you wanna be whipped by her that’s a wombo combo right there
BootyCap’n: Hey, be nice.
trashmaemal: sorry big guy
trashmaemal: but yeah talk to her man
trashmaemal: the worst that can happen is that she’s not interested
w1ggl3w0rm: no the worst that can happen is that bea’s eyes glow with white hot god of the darkness power and she turns him into figgy pudding
BootyCap’n: Why figgy pudding?
w1ggl3w0rm: because i don’t know what that is but it sounds nasty
TellTaleLigeia is online.
trashmaemal: and then i said the aristocats!
w1ggl3w0rm: hahahahahahahahaha
BootyCap’n: Aristocrats but close enough.
TellTaleLigeia: Sorry for the wait. Dad was telling me business stuff. Did I miss anything?
trashmaemal: cmon chris chris
TellTaleLigeia: ?
PrincePuma: Bea, there’s something I need to tell you in private.
TellTaleLigeia: Okay...?
This is the beginning of your conversation with TellTaleLigeia
PrincePuma: So while you were gone I thought about it some more and I do remember seeing you somewhere.
TellTaleLigeia: Ok
PrincePuma: ....Okay. Do you remember going to a college party with Mae that Jackie hosted?
TellTaleLigeia: ...Yeah.
PrincePuma: I was actually there at the party that night.
TellTaleLigeia: You were? I didn’t see you.
PrincePuma: I was being a major wallflower. I saw the both of you dancing and...I wanted to come up to you and talk to you. But I saw those two other guys talking to you so I thought my chances were shot. Then I saw you run off but I knew it’d be way too creepy to have some stranger chase after you.
TellTaleLigeia: I see.
PrincePuma: I didn’t come to your store today just to find you though. That was just a coincidence, I swear on my life.
TellTaleLigeia: No no it’s okay. I didn’t think that you were. I think I did see you at the party. But with everything that happened, I really...yeah.
PrincePuma: I understand.
PrincePuma: ...To be completely upfront with you, I’m not attending school right now either. Like I said, I’m working so I can pay my rent. I only went to the party so I could meet someone that would hopefully not see me as a loser
PrincePuma: wait no shit
PrincePuma: fuck
PrincePuma: i didn’t mean to send that
PrincePuma: bea i’m sorry
TellTaleLigeia: For what?
PrincePuma: i bet you went to that party to talk to guys who had everything ready ahead of them not people like me
TellTaleLigeia: Christian. Take a deep breath.
TellTaleLigeia: We just met. So you have a clean slate. The only thing that matters right now is one thing.
TellTaleLigeia: Are you still interested in me?
PrincePuma: Yes, I am. I want to get to know you better.
TellTaleLigeia: Okay then.
TellTaleLigeia: This is just so I know for myself but were you the one leaning against the wall in a orange hoodie that looked like the one you were wearing today? Looking pretty sullen?
PrincePuma: Yep. That was me.
TellTaleLigeia: I did catch you glancing at me a few times. But I thought you would have wanted to be left alone.
PrincePuma: Yeah, funny how that goes...
TellTaleLigeia: So...why did you want to talk to me out of all the people there?
PrincePuma: Something about you when I saw you...I could feel an aura of sorts. It sounds lame now that I’m typing it but something weathered yet still holding strong.
TellTaleLigeia: Yeah?
PrincePuma: But I couldn’t work up the courage to try and talk to you.
TellTaleLigeia: It probably was a good thing to not have done so that night. Things with Mae were different than they are now and it could have been a disaster.
TellTaleLigeia: But I appreciate you being upfront with me about this.
PrincePuma: I do my best...it’s hard for me to talk to people that I’m interested in a dating kind of way.
TellTaleLigeia: Really now.
PrincePuma: I'm weird, I know.
TellTaleLigeia: Hey Christian?
PrincePuma: Yeah?
TellTaleLigeia: I know it sounds really sudden. But...I’m going to band practice with the others tomorrow if you want to drop by.
PrincePuma: You’re a band? Oh. Yeah, totally, Possum Springs isn’t too far from where I am.
TellTaleLigeia: We can talk some more, face to face. Maybe do something afterwards.
PrincePuma: Sure. I’ll be looking forward to it!
TellTaleLigeia: Great.
PrincePuma: I’m going to go to bed now. A lot of this took a lot out of me.
TellTaleLigeia: I can imagine.
TellTaleLigeia: Good night.
PrincePuma: Night, Bea!
You have disconnected.
“Just be myself...just be myself...”
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