Three hours later...
I slowly begin to wake up, the sound of a soothing song meeting my ears "Ground control to Major Toon... Ground control to Major Toon... take your protein beans you silly loon..." It played slowly, I open my eyes slowly, the song emitting a soft chuckle from me. Heh, it always feels nice to have a chuckle once in awhile, it's a feeling that I rarely experience anymore in a genuine form. Who knows how many nights I've cried while thinking about 'certain memories'. I get off of the couch and stretch out, my body sluggish from having just woke up. I walk over to my kitchen, pouring another glass of water and gulping it down before opening my fridge and pulling out one of those tubes of yogurt that was often targeted toward children. I find it to be just enough to keep me nourished until my next meal, though, a lot of food I see just isn't appealing to me anymore. I close my fridge and rip the top of the tube open, emptying the tube of bacterial fermentation into my mouth and swallowing. I throw it away in my trash can and sigh, looking outside. I have many things to do today, of course, I'm always busy when I'm not wallowing in my own self pity.
As I leave my estate and take a step onto the dirt path that made a loop around my neighborhood, I open my Shticker Book and look at some small notes I made: The first thing I had to do today was talk to... ugh, Mayor Doggenbottom about an issue regarding my level 50 Robber Baron suit. The old thing has been malfunctioning and won't walk properly and I'm going to request a replacement for it. I pull out my portable teleportation device and slap it into the ground, jumping into the black hole and heading right into the playground of ToonTown Central.
I look around for a bit, this place always looked pretty, the blue skies, the butterflies, the plant life, "This is a nature lover's wet dream..." I say to myself, taking a step forward and heading towards Toon Hall, where our lazy Mayor often sat around at while doing nothing at all to help us. I open the door and step inside, Flippy being behind his desk as usual. He seemed to be distracted with playing some random game that involved grim reapers with shotguns and young girls in giant robots. I clear my throat and he immediately looks at me with a bit of surprise "Oh! Hello there uh..." He takes a second to look at my tag "Zzzennn...zee Zenzee!" He says in mock cheerfulness, I shake my head a bit "It's pronounced "Zincsee" but, no worry, people make that mistake all the time...oh boy, they do!" I say with forced laughter. Flippy nods a bit, seeming to be in a bit of a hurry "So what was this issue regarding your Cashbot suit?" He asks quickly. I start to explain my issue, "The suit is not walking corre-" "Okay you'll get a new suit, but you'll have to build it up to level 50 again, but fret not, it is a level 8 Robber Baron suit!" He explains with a dumb smile. My "happy" expression immediately turns into a scowl, he never did outlaw anger. "You are doing...what?" I ask, hoping I had misheard him, but when he repeated the same thing again, I slam my hands onto his desk. "I worked hard to get that suit to level 50, and now you're saying I have to do it AGAIN?!" I shout angrily, looking him straight in his eyes. He shrugs casually and nods "Sorry, kiddo, I can't really do much for you. But I'm sure you will find new friends at Cashbot HQ in the meantime!" He says with a false sense of reassurance. I shake my head, Cashbot HQ was full of rude and toxic toons, elitists and control freaks, per se. "Why can't you just-" He cut me off mid sentence "I have important business to attend to, now if you will kindly leave, or I will call security." He says, shooing me off. I sigh heavily and storm out of his office, slamming the door behind me. But before I go any further, I lean against the wall of Toon Hall and wait to regain composure, I didn't want to be angry in front of other toons or even worse, my friends... hell, I didn't even want to be that way to our Mayor, no matter how much of a slimebag he is. But that really set me off that time...
After my accidental outburst to Flippy, I had decided to get my mind off of it and focus on my next thing on my to-do notes: Deliver my homemade giant chocolate chip cookie to my friend, Chronic Whisperer. Today was her birthday, and since I'll be busy today, this is the least I could do to show that I care, at least. I look into my inventory and check my cookie, it wasn't a perfect circle, but it was fairly big and almost cake sized. "Yes... this will do." I mumble softly, pulling out my friend panel to check if she was online, and to my relief, she was. I tap her name and set up a pathway to her estate before I teleported to her estate and knock on the front door of her estate, I wait patiently before she opens the door. She was a brown cat who always seemed to enjoy wearing the weirdest things, today, she was wearing one of those gigantic sombreroes, a tie dye shirt, and a light blue skirt. "Heya!" She whispers to me with a smile. "Hello." I casually say, handing her the giant cookie that I had pulled out of my inventory. She had a surprised expression "Xinxxie, how did you know I loved cookies? LOL" She random blurts out random internet jargon that I can't honestly blame her for using as many do as well. I let out another forced chuckle and shrug "Lucky guess, eh?" I whisper back. Whisperer always seemed to have a thing for whispering, otherwise, she never used the normal way of communication. "Why don't you come inside, I'll cut you some cookie!" She says happily. I politely refuse and shake my head "I'm going to be busy today, but I was hoping that the cookie would make up for it, at least. I made it myself, after all." I say calmly, noticing the slight disappointment in her face, but it quickly turns back into a smile. "That's okay! I understand." She says, looking excited about the cookie at least. I look at my watch and back at her "I have to get going now, but happy birthday!" I force a wide smile and wave her goodbye, she does the same, closing the front door and heading back into her house. I sigh softly and look at my next to-do: Drive out into the country and visit the butcher for some more meat.
