Chapter Text
THIS IS A REWORK OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER ONE (WHICH I HAVE DELETED DUE TO POOR WRITING)
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It was a quiet day on Planet Popstar. Magolor sat silently at his shop, his head resting on his hand with his elbow propped onto the wooden counter to keep himself propped up. It was a rather slow day for his business and he was willing himself with every fiber in his being not to fall asleep right there from the sheer lack of customers his humble little shop was experiencing. Honest to Nova, if he wasn’t able to sell anything within the next hour, he might just close up shop for the afternoon and try again tomorrow. He tapped at the wood absentmindedly, looking up at the clouds as he sighed and began to stand up. How could such a lively city be so boring, he’d wonder to himself, beginning to stretch his limbs out and begin closing up shop.
However, just as he started to get up, there was a thud against the front of his counter. The thud was followed by some twinkling and another thud before a flash of pink popped up. A noddy decorated in a nearly eccentric getup of lots of bug and star related accessories stared at him, its tongue stuck out and eyes wider than dinner plates. It tilted its head, floppy-fuzzy-wired faux antennas waving around wildly with each movement the he- she- they-.. whatever it was produced, its grin growing and growing with such an eery, uncomfortable slowness that had Magolor sure he was going to be stabbed by it. But, proving him incorrect, a bubbly voice sprung from it and it began to rattle excitedly.
“OH! HI THERE! IS THIS YOUR STORE?! MY BROTHER TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOU!” The little creature began to excitedly ramble, shaking its hips side to side frantically to make the tails it had oh, so caringly fastened onto its cheery, yellow belt that morning, just as it did everyday. The critter hopped up and down, an obnoxious jingle from all of the accessories making itself audible as it continued rambling on about its little brother and bugs and various questions about the shop’s decor. The audacity it had to question Magolor’s elite taste in decor was just utterly unfathomable to him. Who was this person? How dare it!
Magolor just stared, struggling to grasp what was occurring before his two very own eyes. He held up a very hesitant finger, a poor attempt at interjecting, before putting it back down with a defeated sigh. He waited for the creature to finish its senseless, ceaseless babbling before he spoke up. “Who exactly are you..?” He’d ask, his confusion and vague concern unfortunately unmistakable. “Who’s your brother- who are you- and why do you have SO many things to say-? One at a time, one at a time! I’m a one man shop here!” He cried, utterly overwhelmed with the sudden change in pace of his day. “Let’s start with something SIMPLE! Names! Names! I’m Magolor and you are…?” He placed the question for star to answer. Slow and simple, just how he liked to take it.
It’d snicker, putting its hands on its hips and grinning maniacally. “Well, well, well!!” It began, its introduction. “My name is MOTHIE!” Star stated proudly, fidgeting stilling to an extent. “I am quite excited to finally meet you, certainly my brother hasn’t said a PEEP about me for you to have no clue who I even am!” It stuck its hand out in front of Magolor, a grin still plastered all over its eager face. It was nearly uncanny how wide it smiled, sharp teeth on full display for the halacandran to silently gape at beneath his hood and mask. Thank Nova for that, he didn’t want to aggravate this Mothie character. It seemed as if it were a ticking time bomb of masked aggression that he was not willing to face.
With this in mind, he gently shook its hand, a nervous smile invisible under his (incredibly convenient) cloak. “And… your brother is…?” He had a guess or two, he knew a few wiry noddy and noddy-adjacent fellows of similar behavior and/or theme.
“And my BROTHER! That’s Marx! Silly little jester, ain’t he your bestest friend to ever friend?” It asked. With those words, Mothie had unknowingly slapped Mags with a hammer of ‘WHY DIDN’T I GUESS?’ And ‘well THAT explains it!’
Genuinely (and oh so annoyingly) made a nearly aggressive amount of sense to him. Of course. What other noddy would be THIS wide awake at THIS hour? Of course it was related to Marx! “Ah. How noteworthy.” He replied, rather bluntly. But, it was truly how he felt. He now knew to keep this in mind in case Mothie went on any rampages. Perchance it also used food as a love language and incentive. “Well, in that case, if I give you a small treat will you maybe pipe down a small bit?” He asked, hoping and praying this would be his key to a quieter conversation.
Mothie immediately stilled at that. “Well, duh!” It whisper-yelled, wanting to stay as quiet as it possibly could. To achieve this, it chose to whisper due to its blatant inability to control its regular volume. However, a whisper was manageable. A whisper was quite doable for the insect enthusiast.
“Very well then.” Magolor responded with a sigh of relief, ducking behind the counter and pulling out a little bag of marshmallows. He slid it over to Mothie and..
Watched in complete and utter HORROR as star tore open the bag with the precision of a methed out ant colony. “O- oh..” he whispered, watching it devour the marshmallows much like a starved wolf-pup.
“Thank you very much!” It chirped, before continuing, “but, I must go… I haven’t found The Daily Bug!” It stated that very matter of factly. “Goodbye for now, Magster Mag Man!” It said, waving and skipping away.
This left Magolor with an incredibly confused expression and a hardly audible “..bye..?” hanging in the air around him.