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Blot’s hobby
Featuring: Blot, Looey, Yatta, and Blot Jrs
It was another successful afternoon for the circus trio. Kids came and loved their newest act, cheering and yelling praises, including parents, who left a generous amount of tips. While the planning led into the night and was a bit stressful, it was all worth it in the end. The balloon, piñata, and ink drop stretched and sighed, resting on boxes behind the curtains. Looey being the most tired.
“That- *Wheeze* was a pretty good show, gang.” Looey tried talking, but could only wheeze before needing more air.
“Thanks, but I'm gonna need like… 200 candies if we’re gonna do THAT again.” Even Yatta, an endless bundle of energy she was, needed a breath. The act was a bit more over the top, involving more training. Arthur told them that the fund was starting to go down, so they had to do their best show yet. Yatta worked on acrobatics, Looey worked on juggling and balancing, and Blot worked on mining and jumping through flame rings (without catching on fire). Blot insisted on the last one.
“Blot, you did pretty good too-.” Looey looked over and only saw Yatta.
“HUH? Where he go?”
*
Blot slipped under his room’s door, easy for him to do due to his ink body. He walked and plopped himself into the bed. If he had any bones, he would be so sore right now. He knew miming wasn’t too impressive, not to kids anyway. He loved it, but Arthur was counting on their little family trio to help out, so he suggested fire rings. Looey and Yatta would probably burn up if they were to do so, so Blot did it. He snuggled into his pillow, wanting sleep, but he couldn’t.
He looked at his closet. Maybe… but what if Yatta and Looey came looking after him? Well, they were pretty tired, maybe just one session. He got up, walked to the closet, and opened it to reveal an assortment of outfits. Some looked similar to his regular outfit, others were yellow and red and blue, but the one he wanted was a cozy pink outfit. It was a pink sweater with polka dots, with a matching bandana. He had gotten it from Glisten, though they had a not-so-good encounter, who knew better than to ask too many questions.
He put it on and made two juniors.
*
Soon, it was about 5:00 pm. There were no kids, handlers were tending to their toon, and guards (both human and toon) would soon be standing post. It was a perfect time for hard-working toons to eat early so they could relax or continue work. The circus duo eating for the latter. Looey asked for some crackers and small sandwiches for Blot while Yatta got cake, cookies, and other sweets. It's times like these that make Looey glad that toons can’t get diabetes or cavities. Yatta would be true trouble then. Speaking of troubles…
“You don’t think… I pushed Blot too hard, right?” Looey asked.
“Hmm?” Yatta’s face was full of a cupcake.
“Like, I know about the funding and all, but fire ring? That’s pretty dangerous stuff, and I LET him do it. What if I… made him feel pressured into it. I know some kids don’t find miming that great, it is, but they don’t know that. I just don’t… make him feel left out because we do more physical tricks.” Looey’s ears flattened as he looked down. Yatta looked at him.
“Loo, I’m sure Blot just wanted to try something new, he is OUR Blot after all.” Yatta smiled proudly, “Besides, we had a water bucket!”
“I know, but-”
“Dad,” She said sweetly, not the ‘dad’ title, it always made the balloon’s three hearts melt, “Blot trusts you, I’m sure he would tell you if something was wrong. IN FACT,” she announced, “Let's see Blot right now! We can give him the sandwiches, I’m sure he’s hungry.” It wasn’t a bad idea, a great idea actually!
“You know what, you’re right.” Looey wrapped the sandwich up and got up with Yatta, saying their goodbyes to the others, and rode the elevator up one floor. When it stopped, the two toons got off and talked. It didn’t take long to get to the door; it read “SC-0##” branded into a silver plate. Blot was going to be so surprised!
*
"?sroinuj elttil ym,aet eroM" Blot said, he poured some rosemary tea into a teacup. He had gotten the tea from Teagen as a Christmas present (in which he gave a blanket with flowers on it). One of the Blot junior, named Chester, chirped as its cup was filled. It tried to drink, but it flinched at the heat, causing the other junior, Mary, to giggle. Blot smooth Chester before adding ice cubes to the cup. Chester was then able to drink it.
He knew that his Juniors weren’t of the normal level of intelligence, them being more simple-minded, but he still loved them. Maybe it was Looey rubbing off on him, but he couldn’t help but feel parental toward them. Speak of, he hoped Looey and Yatta weren’t looking for him; maybe they were resting up. He knew in his heart that they wouldn’t judge him, but what if they found it weird? A guy acting like a momma bird toward clones of himself, wearing soft clothing, he could but think.
A timer went off, snapping the ink toon out of his fear. Chester, somehow, got biscuits and wanted him to bake them. Blot walked to the Easy-Bake oven (which they are not supposed to have due to it being a fire hazard) and took them out. Chester and Mary cheered as they were given a biscuit each.
“.sraed ym,og uoy ereH” Blot said, and Chester and Mary chriped something similar to a “thank you!” before eating. He’ll tell them, someday. As they were about to eat, the door flew open and revealed the people he was hoping didn’t see him.
“OH BLOT!!!” Yatta yelled.
“Yatta! We needed to knock-.” Looey scolded before they stopped and looked at Blot, so did Yatta. Blot stared back with his eye. He wasn’t ink; he would have been blushing right now. Chester and Mary continued eating, unaware of the awkwardness the room was filled with. Blot wished that his room had a window so he could do a Yatta-style backflip out of it.
“OMG,” This was it, Yatta was going yelled, and all the toons would come and laugh and point, and so he would kick out of the circus trio and be sent to the scrap area-. “You look SO PRETTY!!”
“?huH” Blot looked shocked (or as shocked as someone could express with one eye and no mouth).
“YOU look PRETTY, Blot!” She said, “Ooooo, are those biscuits?” The piniata changed the subject, seeing the biscuit.
“She's not lying, you do look pretty cool,” Looey said (Cringe on the inside due to wanting ANY better way to say it), “Umm, you don’t mind if we join you and Junior, I got sandwiches.” Blot something lifted off his back. So they did still like him.
“!esruoc fO”
The group then spent their break eating and chatting among themselves. All worries left behind.
*
“Where the hell is the biscuit dough?” Sprout looked in the refrigerator. He wanted to make some frosted treats for the other, but half of the dough was gone. A brown dog with pink hair wanted to get something to eat, but upon hearing the disgruntled strawberry, she turned around quickly. But Sprout's tail flicked 3 times, and he turned to see a large, fluffy, and pink tail.
“ROSIE!!!!”
“IT WASN’T ME, MAN, PLEASE!!!”
Fin