UGGGHHH YOU'D BETTER ALL ENJOY THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE I'M INTERRUPTING MY INTENSE DETECTIVE SESSIONS (I was trying to solve the Endgame code for $500,000) TO WRITE IT FOR YOU.
Jk I love you all a lot more than this code thingy, good Notch it's freaking impossible, I don't even know what I'm doing, I just watched an 18 minute video on Saturn, the god of darkness or some jazz like that, and how banks are related to courts and judges wear black robes because darkness and idek someone save me from this confusing madness
Forget Me
Ch 8: Impressment
Sky's POV
"Dude, no, we should make that a thing!" I laugh, imagining all the details in my head.
Alesa snorts. "Oh, please, I seriously doubt the city council would let you dedicate an entire day to budder."
"I don't know, you'd be surprised by the things they let me do," I say with a smirk, remembering the day they allowed me to literally tar and feather Ty, but with liquid budder in place of tar. Ty looked really pretty for quite a while after that. He wasn't happy with me, though.
Alesa looks pretty right now. And she doesn't hate me.
Wait, what? Shut up, thoughts, we're just friends.
For now.
DANG IT, BRAIN.
"Okay, then, go make it a thing. Go get the city council to dedicate a day to budder," Alesa challenges me.
"I'll do it. Come to the council's meeting place with me?"
"Sure, why not?" she replies, and I lead her out of the club and towards the Meeting House. I know the route like the back of my hand since I go there every other week to request something outrageous and budder-related.
"Do you think you should maybe check what Ty was calling about?" she asks hopefully. Hopefully? Mkay, whatever.
"Nah, let's just talk, I'm sure it wasn't anything important."
"Are you sure? Maybe he could come hang out with us," she suggests excitedly. She's probably just excited about the new budder-day that will be a thing soon.
"Eh, I doubt he'd want that. He was probably just calling to remind me how bad of a friend I am," I respond, sadness creeping into my voice. I quickly push it out, because no, I am not sad. I shouldn't be sad over this.
Kay, maybe I should, and maybe I am. BUT I'M NOT GONNA SHOW ME, DANG IT. ALESA'S RIGHT HERE.
I burst through the doors of the Meeting House with a fake smile on my face. "GUYS! WE SHOULD HAVE A NATIONAL BUDDER DAY!"
One of the council members frowns. "But we already have one of those," he says.
"Oh. Well, uh, can we make another one?"
"... Uh..." The council members huddle up together and start whispering. I only catch the words 'squid,' 'budder,' 'Sky,' 'idiot,' and 'whatever.'
"Sure, Sky, we're okay with that. When do you want it to be?" a girl council member asks.
"Um, how 'bout... September 3rd?"
"Nope, that's already been named 'Squid-Killing Day of the Month.'"
"Oh, right, forgot. Let's do October 20th, then."
"Can't, that's the day that everyone goes budder-mining with their budder picks."
"Oh! Yeah. Okay, um, is the third of December free?"
"I think so."
"GOOD. I now declare December the third 'National Budder Appreciaton Day.'"
"We already have one of those."
"DANG IT. Fine, let's just make another. Now we have two budder appreciation days."
The council member shrugs. "Okay. We'll put up the announcements. See you around, Sky!" she waves, and I walk out of the Meeting House with a smug expression.
"Bang. Did you see that?" I ask happily as Alesa gapes at me.
Something's different about her. It's something in her eyes, I'm not sure- is that... Hmm... Her... She...
IT'S IMPRESSMENT.
It's definitely impressment. I'm seeing impressment in her eyes. Definitely.
"Wow," she breathes, not taking her eyes off me. "You actually got them to do it."
"Yeah!" I confirm, grinning. "I kind of, like, founded the city, so they sort of just let me do whatever I want."
She nods slowly, a dazed look in her eyes. Dat impressment doe.
Ty wouldn't be impressed so much as he would be surprised. He'd be facepalming and giggling and scolding the council for actually letting me make another budder appreciation day.
Dang it. I miss my best friend.
"I should probably see what Ty was calling me about," I sigh, pulling out my phone.
Alesa perks up at first, but then her eyes cloud over, and she pouts. "He's more important than me? I thought we were hanging out."
My eyes widen. "What!? No! I mean, we are hanging out, it's just-"
Alesa sighs. "It's fine, see what he wanted," she says, sounding disappointed.
"No, no! I'm sure it's nothing. Let's just go back to what we were doing, we can go back to the club if you want. Or we could go somewhere else, or-"
"It doesn't matter, 'slong as I'm with you," she smiles, leaning into me.
Woah.
Intense change in attitude.
But I'm not complaining.
I HAVE A CHANCE!
"Cool! How about we-" I begin.
"SKY! Oh my Notch, Sky, thank goodness I finally found you!" Annie shouts, sprinting around the street corner. "TY IS DYING!"
"TY IS WHAT!?" I scream.
"Come on, he's at the toaster!" she says, spinning around and running off. I immediately dart after her, despite Alesa's protests.
We're there in three minutes flat. "No, Seto, your magic could screw up the redstone and make the toaster even more dangerous for Ty!" Seth warns at the top of the toaster. Seto's eyes widen and he plops down, sitting on his hands.
"Where's Ty?" I ask frantically, climbing the last bit of the ladder and standing by Seth.
"He's in the toaster," Jason says, glaring at me.
"Sorry, I didn't know!"
"We called you half a billion times!" Seto argues.
"I'm really sorry, I had no idea Ty was in trouble, I wasn't answering my phone!"
"Yeah, we know," Mitch grumbles.
"Okay, we can't use Seto's magic, we can't do- wait!" Ian yells. We all turn to look at him. "If Jason was careful not to hit the wires of the toaster on the way down, could he jetpack his way in to save Ty?"
"It'd be very dangerous," Seth says slowly. "If he so much as grazed one of the wires, his jetpack could explode, and that's instant death."
"Maybe we could-" I start.
"My Notch, Sky, just shut up! We're trying to save Ty's life here!" Jason snaps. I bite my lip and step back, vowing not to interrupt again.
"What if I rode down with Jason?" Ian asks. "I can look out on one side, to make sure he's not hitting the wires, and he can watch the other side."
"Jason? Are you willing to risk it?" Seth asks. If Jason's not, I am.
"Of course," Jason replies right away. He tells Ian to hold on tight to his hand, and then he starts up his jetpack and prepares to enter the toaster. "Here 'goes."
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DANG IT something else was supposed to happen this chappie but I have to go nao because concert and sahfdsljfkldjfkjljfahsdgh and dang it I didnt even have time to proofread I promise ill do it later im so sorrya sdlkfjsd;l hjd lkjsdfkl jews
kthxbaii I love you all
