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Jimmy was not stupid.
Many people looked at him as if he were the dumbest person on earth, while he wasn't necessarily good at math and reading he was not stupid. Maybe he exaggerates when he says stuff like that, but he has always been talked to like he was 5 years younger.
Some people didn’t do this. People like Lizzy (he's 100% sure she's a cat), and Scott (who he does NOT have a crush on thank you very much). These people are good in Jimmy’s mind, one of his ‘best friends’. Then there's the other side of the coin, like Joel (He is a short god anyways) and Fwip (we don't talk about it). These people make him dread seeing the morning sun each day.
Jimmy is incredibly smart with things like how people think about him, emotions, ect. So that is why if anyone asked him if he was depressed he would probably kick them out of Tumble town! He doesn’t WANT to die or anything. He just has a few cuts on his legs that were inflicted by a knife. So he can’t be depressed he isnt suicidal.
At least that's what he tells himself each morning…
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Waking up everyday was a chore for the old sheriff.
Yesterday was a really bad day for the sheriff. Joel came over three times to belittle him about being a toy. The worst part was the potion, he had made it only so it lasted for an hour or so but it still hurt shrinking and growing again and again. Not to mention how his bones ached for days after each one on those bottles breaking on the poor sheriff.
Jimmy didn’t want to get out of bed, or move for that matter. But he knew that he had to do stuff for his citizens or they would probably drop him for being useless. He didn’t even know why they had liked him in the first place.
He started to slowly remove each layer of blanket, it was quite insane that he was able to sleep under 3 blankets in the mesa, but that was how he liked it. Each blanket being taken off made him regret waking up at all yet he pushed through. He was about to throw off the last blanket when he heard Norman meowing. This was his notification that he was late for breakfast and he needed to get up faster.
Through the sounds of meows Jimmy slowly got ready for the day that was ahead of him. His shirt felt scratchier and worse than it last had and he swore his socks had gotten two sizes two big. As he slowly went down the stairs making his way to the kitchen his legs ached and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because of the potions that were thrown at him a day before, or it was because of the cuts that were inflicted by himself. Either way the pain wasn't too pleasant, but it comforted him in some sort of way.
The smell of catfood and eggs slowly filled the air around the home that the sheriff lived in that morning. Jimmy had already dropped three spoons and a plate, today was not going to be a good day either. That was what he decided as he slowly ate his burnt eggs on his poor old counter.
Running his hand along the table, he started wondering why anyone wanted him here in the first place. He started to think more deeply, It was better if he were to just di- OW. He got a splitter from that stupid table that he probably should have replaced years ago.
At least he didn’t have to think about that anymore as he struggled and pinched the splitter trying to get it out, failing more and more as time went on.
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The sounds of creepers rang through the air, as he walked through the hot air of Tumblr town. The only good thing about the excuse of the god, which is Joel’s wall, is that it keeps the sun down. There are many bad things about it, but at least there was some positives.
Sand slowly incorporated itself into the sheriff's outfits as he worked on the creeper farm, trying to make it more efficient than it has been in the last few days. Adding and taking away blocks until it looked just right.
Just as he was finishing up he heard a weird noise in the air, like wind but around 3 times louder.
Joel soon appeared in front of the poor sheriff as he was patrolling the area, making sure no creepers escaped.
“Hey toy! Is there a snake in your boot?” Joel yelled, just as Fwip soon came in from behind Jimmy. They were both now approaching him, with a menacing look on their faces. Joel was in the same white robe he was always in.
Jimmy was surprised Fwip came, he was almost never awake during the day anyways. Fwip was in a brown outfit that Jimmy couldn't really focus on. When was the last time he had water?
“What do you want from me this time Joel? And for the last time I am NOT a toy!!!” Jimmy exclaimed, starting to sweat over the fear that came over him. A haze of blurriness and thoughts came over Jimmy's head.
He needed to run as soon as he could, or something bad would happen.
“What are you saying Jimmy? Last time I checked you were a to-” Fwip started as Jimmy turned to face him. Fwips face then turned from a smug look to fear.
Jimmy took this and started running, he knew he probably looked like a baby, but he didn’t want anything to happen to him like last time. He ran and ran until he reached his house. He was sweating more than ever, the heat and all that running took a toll on him.
He opened the door to the house heading for the kitchen for a glass of water, he started to get a little dizzy as he walked. He never finished his breakfast did he.
There was a thunk through the wooden floors and walls, soon after the door replied with someone knocking.