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The fire pit crackled gently in the silence, the flames casting a gentle orange glow along the fabric of the couches that lined the conversation pit. A small coffee table sat in the middle surrounded by three figures sitting on the couches, and one lanky figure hunched over the table. The lanky man that sat on the carpeted floor fiddled with papers sitting on the table, the black ooze covering his body dripping onto the table before dissipating into thin air. His large, goopy hands struggled with a small piece of paper before rolling it up and handing it to one the figure sitting on the couch. Stretching his hand out, Atlas quickly took the little roll out of the creatures grasp and examined it quickly. His eyes squinted for a moment, before dropping his arm and looking at the cryptid.
"Jaak, This is literally the worst blunt I've ever seen."
"👌︎❒︎◆︎♒︎📬︎"
Atlas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before throwing the horrid blunt back onto the rolling tray before them. "This is what I get for asking a walking pile of tar to roll the blunt this time."
"Damn, no need to be so picky." Kibble chimed in, resting her elbow on the little cloud that followed her around. She huffed, and fell forward face first into the fluffy mass while wiggling her hands around in boredom. "Why don't you just do it Atlas? I feel like you should've just done that first."
"Shut up Kornbeef." Schmoo said, stretching his robotic arm out to flick Kibbles antennae. "Let the lonely stoner do his work."
Kibble looked up for her cloud with a scrunched up face, puffing up her cheeks in feigned anger.
"Ok tin can, why don't you do it?" She asked, pushing the tray towards hm.
"You know what? I will. I think I will." Schmoo said, his arm shrinking back to its normal length and grabbing the little tray. "Watch this shit bro."
Schmoo grips the tray eagerly, the little dot icons in his glasses shrinking as if her were squinting his eyes. Just as his free hand went to grab a paper, Jaak slapped a goopy hand onto his face. Schmoo stood in silence for a moment, completely blanking as his glasses screens faded to static.
"☹︎♏︎⧫︎ ❍︎♏︎ ♎︎□︎ ♓︎⧫︎📬︎."
"What the fuck. Get your grippers off of me." Schmoo said bluntly, the screens changing back to his normal pupils before stretching his arm to wrap around Jaak to contain him. "Stay your ass away from me freakazoid. I'm doing something important."
"✋︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♎︎□︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎✏︎"
"Jaak, you literally just rolled the last one and it was the ugliest fucking blunt I've ever seen in my life." Atlas said, crossing his arms and leaning back onto the couch. "Just let schmoo do it."
'How the fuck do you understand him." Kibble asked, her antennae perking up in curiosity.
"I took Spanish in middle school"
"That-"
"STAND BACK, YOU'RE ABOUT TO SEE SOME MAGIC WORK BABY." Schmoo yelled, holding up his free hand as if he needed to make space around him. Schmoo leaned back towards the table, taking his free hand and working over the tray while Jaak struggled in the grp of his other arm. Sweat drpped down Schmoos face, despite the fact that his skin is made of metal. The oily substance drips onto the carpet, causing Atlas to frown as his carpet was getting stained from this strange motor oil sweat.
"Bruh- My carpet dude what the fuck-"
"Shut up fartass, I'm working." The robot interrupted, making a 'shush' motion with his finger before continuing. After a brief moment of silence, Schmoo brought up a little roll in his hands, shoving it towards Atlas' face.
"Look at my art. Look at it. You're the lonely stoner you have to see bro." Schmoo said, finally releasing Jaak from his grip and letting his arm fall back into place like a retractable cord. Atlas rolled his eyes, though he had a small smile on his face as he took the blunt from Schmoos hand.
"It's better than Jaak, thats for sure." Atlas mumbled, examining it in his hand before grabbing the lighter from the table and putting the blunt up to his mouth and lighting it. Atlas took a puff from the joint before Jaak slithered up to him, putting his inky hand against his face and completely absorbing the joint into his goopy mass.
"JAAK WHAT THE FUCK." Atlas said, though it was muffled through Jaaks hand. Atlas brought his hands up to rip away Jaaks hand, his expression showing annoyance as the little paper bag on the creatures head smiled at him.
"lol" The creature said bluntly, before the joint emerged from his palm looking like it had been half-smoked already.
"Nah Bro, you hogging it!" Schmoo said, stretching his arm out to Jaak again, stealing the blunt.
"✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♓︎■︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ⬥︎♋︎●︎●︎⬧︎📬︎"
"Silence, motor oil." Schmoo said, taking a hit before passing it to kibble. The alien looked at the blunt in disgust, reluctantly taking it from the robots hands before hitting it.
"Man, I don't even know how the fuck you smoke. You don't even have lungs." Kibble said, blowing out the smoke from her own lungs.
"I know, had to borrow these." Schmoo replied with a flat tone.
"What?
"What."
"♌︎❒︎□︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎."
Schmoos face stayed blank as the three looked at him in pure confusion, his little pupil icons flickering back and forth between the three before chiming in again. "Ok this feels hostile now, I think I hate it here."
"Dude just pass the joint back before Jaak fucking absorbs it again." Atlas said, holding his hand out as kibble handed him the blunt. Atlas quickly took another hit, ducking away from the creature so he could smoke in peace.
"♑︎♓︎❖︎♏︎📬︎" Jaak mutteres, hovering over Atlas menacingly.
"Bro no! Leave me be you menace." He replied, curling into a ball.
"♓︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ♋︎♎︎♎︎❒︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎📬︎"
"Yeah right. Your heads empty as shit the only reason you're here is because Schmoo brought you." Atlas complained, looking at the cryptid in dissapointment.
"This is a fucking nightmare rotation dude. The only thing that would make it worse is if the zombie freak was here." Schmoo added, throwing his arms behind the couch and onto the floor.
"Peach has a name you know!" Kibble added, the cloud that followed her now floating in the air as she was laying on top of it.
"Everybody we know is freakish looking man, I'm too scared to learn their names." He added, looking up at the ceiling.
"I regret inviting you guys here." Atlas said, flicking the finished end piece of the blunt onto the table. "Deadass."
"Naw bro you love me, You love me so much dude we are best friends." Schmoo said, grabbing Atlas with his robotic hand and lifting him up like a cat being held by its scruff.
"Yeah bro were besties, You can't not love us." Kibble chimed in, dramatically batting her eyelashes at Atlas.
"♓︎ ♒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎●︎●︎📬︎." Jaak said, looming over Atlas.
"Fuck it bro, session over. Get out of my house."