Edward had spent his whole morning cutting that watermelon. It needed to be perfect. It had to be perfect because it was for Oswald. He had the perfect layout, he had decorated and cleaned his whole place ready for penguin's arrival. He had even spent his time cooking the special goulash that penguin lived soo much. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. He quickly smoothed down the wrinkles in his shirt and smoothed down his hair. With quick strides he made his way and opened the door. There, looking dapper as ever, was Oswald. With a large grin spread across his face.: Oswald presented a large bottle of champagne. Graciously he offered it to Ed. "Please come in!" Ed said excitedly. Oswald hobbled over to the couches. There was something about Oswald limp that Ed loved. The fact that the man was so strong he could live through the pain every day and still stand strong and tall as ever inspired Ed. Ed quickly rushed over to the love seat and perched next to Oswald.
For the next hour they chatted about nothing in particular and ate watermelon.
"Ed, I had no idea you were so good at catering!" Oswald complemented.
Ed blushed, he felt glittery and flattered. "Thank you, it's just a skill I picked up over the time,"
They are some more melon until Oswald had to excuse himself.
"*you idiot* "
"What?"
"*you really think he cares about you cutting a melon* "
"I... I..."
"*you're a pathetic excuse for a man you know* "
"shut up "
"*you really think he cares about you* "
"quiet! "
"*he just feels sorry for you, that's the only reason why he's here* "
"he'sjust like all the other, 'poor Edward, all alone with his strange little riddles'*
"Shut up!"
" *he doesn't care about you! He's gonna leave you like all the others. * "
"SHUT UP!"
Oswald came limping into the room.
"Ed are you ok?"
Ed felt ashamed and embarrassed. A small voice remained in the back of his head, mocking and taunting him. He fell backwards, hid head leaning over the back of the loveseat, his face being covered by his hands and sighed heavily. "I'm fine…"
"*you're a failure! *"
"Ed…" Oswald walked over and took a seat next to Edward. "Ed, somethings wrong, do you want to talk about it?"
"* he doesn't care about you, nobody does!"
"I…I…I have this side of me,"
"* just shut up, you've already ruined everything, he doesn't want to talk to you!"
"It's the "better" version of me. He keeps me in line because I'm such a self-conscious wreck,"
"*penguin already knows you're a self-conscious wreck, everyone knows what a sad strange person you are!"
"he insults me. Tells me I'm worthless. That no one cares about me. And I believe him..."
"EDWARD NYGMA! You ae not worthless, PEOPLE DO CARE ABOUT YOU!"
"*he's lying* "
"I CARE ABOUT YOU"
" I... I"
" What's that bloody voice telling you now?!"
"it's not saying anything"
"Exactly, you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because now you know someone cares about you and you believe it, no one can tell you any different,"
Nygma smiled, he had a new appreciation for Oswald. He knew Oswald wasn't the best at reading other's emotions and he knew that Os found it hard to help people when they feel sad. So, he knew what Oswald had done was special, and he really did care about him.