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Silence. Nothing was going on, and it seemed like everyone was sleeping.
A sharp sigh.
Everyone except him.
Jevil lied on the bed, arms crossed and eyes staring at the wall. It was quiet. Too quiet. He never really liked silence, not since…well, thinking about that would only make it worse. He’d play some light music, or hum a tune, or even think out loud, but tonight, that might wake up the tiny puppet fast-asleep on the other side of the bed who had decided to sleep over.
Spamton always slept very well. He talked about how much he loved the “[[Soft, Comfortable Sheets]]” compared to his previous living experience. Jevil would pretend to share his joy, but most nights he barely slept. It was beyond boring, just lying there at night. Somehow, though, he’d wind up being his usual energetic self during the day.
He tried to think of something interesting, something fun. The glowing stars on the ceiling were a start. Spamton had surprised him with them a few days after the two had moved into the castle room. He smiled, thinking about the incident.
His eyes were covered by soft material. Spamton was leading him by the hand. He could tell by the sound of their footsteps that they were in the castle. He just didn’t know where.
Suddenly, the footsteps were muffled.
“Spamton? Why’d ya stop walking, walking?”
“WE’RE [Here He Is]!!!!”
Spamton untied the bandana around Jevil’s eyes. After a few seconds of adjusting to the light, Jevil looked around and chuckled.
“Spammy, this is just our room.”
“YOU BET YOUR [$%#] IT IS!!! BUT [Watch This Now!]!!!!”
Spamton flicked the light switch. Jevil was confused for a second, but noticed a faint glow in his peripheral vision. He looked up.
Above them were a mismatch of glowing shapes, emitting faint greenish-bluish light. Jevil stared in awe, his pupils widening and smile growing steadily bigger. A grin of satisfaction spread across Spamton’s face.
“Wow….what are they?”
“THEY’RE CALLED [Starlight, Starbright] I MEAN [Shine Bright Like A Diamond] I MEAN–”
“Stars…”
Jevil understood the ad-speech perfectly. Stars…that’s what stars were. He spun around gleefully, laughing.
“They’re beautiful, beautiful! I love them!”
Spinning towards Spamton, Jevil picked him up and hugged him tightly. The salesman shuddered and glitched out for a moment, but relaxed soon after.
The stars really were beautiful. It was nice to look at them, taking in their faint glow like a comforting embrace. If only they could talk, or entertain somehow. Jevil closed his eyes. Maybe, another daydream about the past could help him to sleep.
“Seeeaaaammmmmmm–”
Jevil flounced over to Seam, who was packing some Dark Candies into jars.
“Yes, Jevil?”
“I’m booooored…let’s go do something!”
“I’m busy. Sorry.”
“Oh boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Surely you can spare a moment?”
“You always say ‘It’ll just be a moment!’, and then five hours later, we’re in the middle of a game of cards.”
“You love cards!”
“Not when I’m busy. Maybe another day.”
Jevil pouted and walked off.
Just as he was going through the delightful memory, Jevil heard a noise from outside the castle. Gently getting out of bed, so as not to wake Spamton, he peered out of the window at the back of the room. In the middle of Castle Town, a Maus scurried away after knocking over a trash can. Sighing in disappointment (he had been expecting something more interesting), Jevil walked back towards the bed.
But why go back to bed, when he wouldn’t sleep anyway? There was no point in it. Instead, he left the castle and meandered around town for a while. There was no way to determine when night turned to day in the Castle Town. Not by observation, anyway. But Jevil had a feeling that told him when everyone would wake up. So, after wasting time strolling, he headed back to the castle. Just as he was opening the door to his room, he bumped into the person whom he assumed had still been sleeping. Spamton looked up at him, arms crossed and a scowl plastering his face.
“AND JUST [[Where have you been???]], [[Clown Around Town]]??”
“None of your beeswax, beeswax.”
“IT IS VERY MUCH MY [[Digital Business Card]]!”
“And how so?”
“[[It]] [[It]] [[It]] IT JUST IS. I WAS WORRIED, YA KNOW?!”
“Fine, fine. Just a stroll is all. Am I not allowed to have fun, fun?”
“[[Whatever]]. JUST GLAD [[ur]] [[Welcome back!]]”
“Awww, I’m charmed.”
And with that, Spamton went on with his day. Jevil was glad he never had to worry over not getting sleep. He deserved the rest, after all. The jester decided not to think about his own lack of sleep. Did it even matter, in the end? It didn’t. So why stress?
In the distance, a yell of frustration could be heard.
“WHOMST THE FUCKETH KNOCKED OVER MINE GARBAGE CAN?!?!”