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Click,
click,
click,
click.
The owl’s talons clicked against the floor. It had been a few years since he had died, all sadness replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos.
Things had been sorted out with his dad, he learned to shove his grief and fear down, and he had gathered a new fancy persona where he ran around and wreaked havoc upon everyone.
He had gotten into so many different debacles, one of which rendering him unable to touch water or anything with water in it. But, he didn’t care! He trekked on, hauling chaos and disorder everywhere he went, doing it with a smile.
Click,
click,
click,
click.
He walked across the stone path, a huge smile adorning his face as he trailed glitter and a few feathers along with him. He was going somewhere.
Where? He didn’t know but he was excited nonetheless. Maybe he’d find mangoes! Or maybe he’d run into a friend of his father… OOH OR OR-
SLAM
“OWIE-!” It would appear he had walked into a wall.. or rather, a door. “Ooh…!” He looked up at the large building in awe. It was a theater! Despite it looking rather abandoned, it still looked quite lovely. He skittered into the theater with joy, excitedly but quietly slinking through the shadows.
As he scuttled through, he heard a voice. Oh! New friend? He thought to himself as he went up to the stage, peeking over it just enough to keep himself hidden but still be able to see.
The person that the voice belonged to wasn’t really a person at all, more so a puppet! “Ooh, he’s so pretty…” He murmured in awe.
The puppet seemed to be rehearsing something although the words were too many syllables for the owl to comprehend so he just stared at the thespian. His back was turned to where the audience would be but… it was empty..?
He climbed up the stage and lurked behind the wooden fellow, smiling tuft to tuft, looming over the significantly shorter one.
He saw the shadow looming over him. “Who the-..” he turned around. “WHO THE SHAKESPEARE ARE YOU- HOW DID YOU- WHA-?” He looked utterly flabbergasted, slight fear being evident in his eyes.
“HAI!!” The owl waved, wings flapping excitedly. “I'M BARNABY!!! HEHEHOO, HOO ARE YOU?”
“I- WHA-?” He was searching for words, why was there a ginormous… cat..?? Dog…? He then saw the feathered tufts… bat..?? WHATEVER HE WAS, WHY WAS HE HERE? “Uhh-…”
“HIYA, I-WHA UHH!!! THAT’S SUCH A FUNNY NAME, DID YOU COME UP WITH IT? I CAME UP WITH MINE, IT WAS CUZ- CUZ I HEARD A SONG AND IT WAS REALLY PRETTY AND IT MADE-” He rambled on, much to the confusion of this poor poor thespian.
“My name is Fantoccio-!” He piped up, interrupting the overly energetic owl. He was so incredibly confused and vaguely scared. Seriously, who just walks in like that-..??
“OH! THAT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE! FANF- FANR- FNAF- FANTY- FANTA-.. HOW DO YOU PRONOUNCE THAT-??” Oh good GOD how is he so slow??
“Sound it out with me buddy, FAN-TO-CCIO!” He tried helping him out a bit, the mispronunciation was funny but he did prefer his name to be said right.
“FAN- FANTI- FANTUCCIU!” He looked so proud of that.
“It’s Fanto-.. you know what? Yeah! Good enough.” He sighed exasperatedly but giggled a bit. It was rather funny.
“YAYYYYYYY!!!” Suddenly, there were wind chimes as he cheered. What kind of cartoon tomfuckery is this-..?
Fantoccio, now dubbed Fantucciu by this lanky scientific mystery, just stared in concern. “Yay..?? Well, since you’re here-“ he was cut off by the owl.
“HOW COME THERE’S LIKE- NO PEOPLE? DID YOU GO BANKUPT?” He asked so abruptly, he really had no sense of how to interact with others.
“Uhh… Minecraft.” He replied, oh so matter of factly.
“Oh! OKAY!!” He replied happily, sticking his tongue out with a blep.
Fantucciu just stared in confusion, seriously, who was this guy-? WHAT was this guy? This was his first visitor in years, he was thankful but, good GOSH this was.. a LOT to be around.
“Well… erm…” he began.
“I HAVE TO GO GET YOU SOMETHING SINCE YOU’RE MY NEW BEST FRIEND FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND-“ he was scuttling around poor Fantu, rattling on about how he was going to be his best friend forever, no matter what.
“Neat-!” He mumbled, his face still plastered with confusion and a slight hint of concern.
“DO YOU LIKE COLA? I LOVE COLA, APPARENTLY THEY MAKE CHERRY COLA, ALTHOUGH MANGO WOULD BE A BETTER OPTION BECAUSE-“ how does someone enjoy mangoes and cola this much? Seriously, someone tell him to tone it down.
“I personally prefer milk. Or juice. Fizzy things make my mouth feel funny.” He said, smiling nervously.
“MILK? REALLY? OKAY!” And with that he was already skittering away.
“Uh-.. bye…?” Fantu mumbled as he watched Barnaby barrel out.
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It had been a few hours since Barnaby had left. Fantu really didn’t think he’d be coming back, he didn’t seem like the type to remember things. However, he was very quickly proven wrong when he heard a loud crash.
“Oh dear.” He mumbled, watching as the lanky owl practically launched himself at Fantu. “ACK-“ he yelped as he was toppled and covered with a few excess feathers as Barns hopped off of him.
“I BROUGHT YOU-“ he panted from running. “I BROUGHT YOU MILK!! ALSO LEMONADE!!!” He said, breathing heavily.
“Oh! Oh, how thoughtful of you.” He smiled, it was rather sweet, he did remember, Fantu thought. He decided he would not question where or how this rabid creature had gotten the drinks, for the sake of his sanity and time.
“HERE YOU GO!” He set them down and nudged them towards Fantu with his beak, grinning wildly. He also pulled a cup from GOD knows where and slid it to him too.
“Oh, why thank you, Barnaby!” He smiled, opening the milk and getting himself a glass. “Do.. Do you want some?”
The owl shook his head no. “NO THANK YOU! MILK MAKES MY TEETH CRAVE ESCAPE!” Whatever that means.
“It makes your- HUH- feel HUH-??” He just stared, concerned and confused yet again. “Well-.. do you want some lemonade?” He tried again, shaking the feelings off.
“NO THANK YOU! THE WATER IN IT BURNS MY MOUTH!” He replies once more.
“IT- WHA- IT WHAT ?” He just stared, the concern returning once more.
“YEAH- UH.. WELP, I HAVE BE HOME BY LIKE- 27 OR ELSE THE BANANAS WILL COME BACK! AGAIN! SO, I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW! BY THE WAY YOU’RE PRETTY!” He said, giggling happily as he ran out, you could hear his feathery talons pattering against the floor as he made his way out. He ran with little to no sense of self preservation, it was almost funny to watch.
As Fantu watched him run out, his confusion and concern mixed with the realization that he had been called pretty. It was rather sweet of the owl, he thought. Considering this was his first visitor in years, he was glad to have met him, even if he didn’t exactly know what he was saying half of the time.
What a silly friendship that this was going to blossom into.