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the crimson sun rose from the skyline, covering the green medow in its serene red light. As the day begins for the earliest of birds, Vigert finds himself glued to his bed, mind overrun with the burden that is tending to his plans for tonights "wisconsin party".
Vigert was confused with the plan from the second it escaped The Noise's mouth, confusing him even more when he insisted that "All cowboys come from wisconsin!" As silly as it sounded, vigert hadnt seen it neccesary at the time to correct him on that baseless claim, but now having full responsibility over a get together that he hadnt even agreed to made him regret not telling him otherwise. Maybe itd be a bit easier if hed told him texas instead. Reluctantly, the cheeseslime rose from his position, stretching his mitts way above his head as he yawned loudly into the emptiness of the bedroom.
Taking a quick glance at the clock, he remembers the set time everyone would be over. The group consisting of The noise, Noisette, Mr. Spaghetti and gustavo had agreed upon about eight o'clock, fitting everyones schedules fairly, and to ease Mr. Spaghetti's worries of not having enough time to close up his pizzaria. He still wasnt quite sure if Phil was coming, but he knew how busy the pepper was with his commissions, so he would understand his absence when the time came. Tho it would be nice to have him as an extra pair of hands, he could get most of everything done by then! Atleast he got himself up early enough to stop by the market.
The sun was now set firmly in the sky, officially starting Vigirt's day. As he took his last sips of his coffee, he read over his grocery list once more. Currently, he knew hed have to get: eggs, milk, lots of cheese (if it was gonna be a wisconsin themed party, he sure as hell had to sell it), enough candy to satisfy the noises, cowboy themed decorations if they had any, napkins, and-
A sudden crash from his kitchen made him jump in his seat, making him turn his head almost commically toward the sudden noise. Staring, he listened to the noises continue uninterrupted, until he heard a pair of heavy steps sauntering in his direction. Afraid and confused, Vigirt lowered his hand to draw, but was mortified to relise he, against all of his teachings, had left his pistol in his bedroom, leaving him vulnerable to whoever was inside his kitchen and still step by step growing closer.
With nothing else to protect himself with, he found himself clutching his empty coffee mug above his head ready to pitch it right at the intruders head. Eyes glued to the doorway of the kitchen, the footsteps came round the corner-
*SPLAT*
Vigert spiked the mug across the room, landing itself point blank into the gooey face of the intruder, making its key features sink at the force of the polyester. The creature stood, confused and visibly taken aback by the force.
"THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN' IN MY-" Vigirt barked, before finnally catching a glimpse at the intruder his anxious hands wouldnt have thought twice about firing at. It was Mr. Spaghetti.. But.. Uhm. It wore a baggy grey T-shirt, wich hung over its roundish body with apparent unease. he wore jet black pants, similar to the ones Mr. Spaghetti would wear during his shifts at the pizzarea.
He was noticibly thinner, but only in his arms wich hung at his sides like paralyzed snakes. his legs were long and scrauny, wich obviously would contrast with Mr. Spaghetti's large and much bulkier ones. And he was much, MUCH taller. But the most odd thing was his face. It just wasnt.. Right..
The creature, still holding the mug in one of its sunken eye sockets, cocked its melting head to the side, its unmoving eye staring directly at the cheese slime. Noticing Vigirt's alarm, the odd Spaghetti raised its hands in harmlessness, and used one of its abnormally long fingers to point downward at a brown certainly not up to code bag that was wrapped loosly around his dough-like body.
Vigirt froze in confusion as he looked down at the item of interest. hesitantly, he nodded slowly and watched as the creature lowered its hand toward the bag. After some shuffling, it pulled out a notepad, pink and decorated with yellow flowers, and opened it only for the creature to pause and, with his unoccupied eye, look back up at vigirt expectantly.
"W-whadya want partner?" the cheeseslime asked uneasily. The creature, with its eye no longer peering into Vigirts soul, pointed an idle finger past him. Vigirt wavered in his action, but none the less looked behind him, to find his untouched list and a yellow pencil beside it. He eyed the pencil, realising that that was likely what it wanted, and grabbed the pencil with his gloved hand. Turning back around, he found the creature bent over, wandering its eye along the various family portraits along the flat of a small wooden dresser.
vigirts heart skipped a beat when the thing lifted its hand to touch a portrait of him and his grandfather, leading him to snap at the creature with a loud;
"HEY!"
The creature bolted upward, launching the mug that was still stuck in its socket into the ground, it landing with a *CRACK* and shattering into small white pieces along the hardwood floor. Vigirt winced at the sound, and stared at the shattered mug in disbalief. The other lifted his head to look at Vigirt with both of its eyes now, and rose a fist to his chest.
He signs "sorry".
Vigirt sighs, still shooken by the noise (and the weirdo in his house) but calmed at the fact that the thing can communicate. The tension in his chest was still very much there, but he loosened himself up enough to lift the pencil he had grabbed toward the creature, intending him to take it. As the thing did, he felt the coldness of its moist flesh brush against his arm, shivering at the lack of human body heat hed expect from anyone else like himself.
Once he retracted his arm with the pencil in hand, he flipped open his notebook effortlessly with his thumb, and began to write attentively. He finished his writing almost as fast as it started, and flipped the book around to face the inquisitive eyes of Vigert. Staring down at the paper, he read:
"Sorry for the unexpected visit. I just need somewhere to stay. Also, thank you for the pencil, i lost mine in the pink stuff in your wall."
The hell?
Vigirt hadnt noticed the phrase leave his mouth, as the creature outstretched its hand and curled his fingers in a "gimme" motion. He flinched at the movement, but gave back the item nonetheless. The creature took it and flipped to another page, pressing his pencil against the clean slate. He writes, pauses, erases, then writes again, before finishing his message and flipping the book toward Vigirt again.
"Im lost is all. I need somewhere to keep from the sky tears tonight. My name is-" the name before had been erased, and was replaced by a simple:
" Pep."
He kept reading.
"I would like it if you let me sleep over. i also could help you with your.." another eraser mark. Another word.
"wiss cosin party?"
THE HELL?
"How in the world do you know about that?"
He interrogated, getting a palm put up from Pep in a "patience" type of motion. He took the notebook back, wrote once more, and then twisted it again with vigirt taking it without hesitation. He was worried less about this freak but worried more about how it knows all of his damn plans!
"You talk much."
"That doesnt- HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?"
It shrugs.
Vigirt groans, realizing him speaking out loud was a bad habit he most definitely should work on.
"alrigh' " Vigirt starts curtly, collectling the attention of Pep who had already began to wonder off. He walks back, stepping over the remains of the once complete mug, and focuses all of his attention onto the cheese slime.
"Listen- Have you considered anyone else otha than me?"
It nods. Slowly as if unsure.
"Are you sure partner?"
It pauses for a bit, but quickly changed its answer, giving Vigirt a sad head shake.
Vigirt sighs again, realizing the thing probably didnt know where anyone else really lived. When he worked in the tower, he only ever interacted with these things when he absolutely had to, wich wasnt often. Suprisingly, they were very good with directions, and some could even talk back then, but obviously this one wasnt too lucky in those fields.
"Do you uhm- know anyone else?"
He perks up in thought, before giving another head shake, head hanging lower this time.
Vigirt would be lying if he said he didnt feel some pity for the poor thing, after all, they didnt quite have all of the opportunities the others in the tower did, let alone another place to stay. But was he really going to let it live with him as if it didnt hide in his walls for lord knows how long? He was absolutely torn.
He was lost in thought before he heard the light scraping of the pencil. He was writing again! Without any pauses this time, he was able to finish his message in not time at all, and flipped it again for vigirt to see.
"I found you first. Ever since the home broke, i was not able to find anyone familiar. Im sorry i couldnt find anyone else, but i hope you can help me anyway."
Vigirt frowned at the message. He never would think twice about something like this. To be honest, he never really thought twice about anything if were using the party as a refrence. But the creatures state pulled at his heart strings. He couldnt just let him go homeless! Hed get eaten alive out there!
But- What if this is some facade to get his guard down? Its likely, but would it really plan all this by itself?
He bites his lip in thought, then came to a conclusion.
"Fine. Yea. You can stay."
Pep's Face brightened immediately at the words while a big smile stretched across its face ear to ear. His tail, that Vigirt hadnt even noticed was on the creature, began to wag like a euphoric dog happy to see its owner after too long.
"Calm it- only for tonight partner."
The clone nodded happily, making Vigirt's heart warm up. If a heart could grow three sizes bigger, it surely would have happened to him.
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PINOS JOURNAL
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i dont know todays date, but i know its a saturday.
The little cheese told me his name! he told me to call him "Mr. Lante". I will speak it better later, But for now i think it would be much easier to write with him.
He says he needs help for his wisconsin party, and taught me how to spell wisconsin. wisconsin. cool! Hopefully i get to meet his friends. He says some other peepul and coming!
That is all for today. Good afternoon journal.
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