It's recycling day. And the Knights of Favonius have many cans. Luckily, Bruce is there to teach Noelle a fun way of disposing of them.


AN: No beta we die like hilichurls.


"Good morning, everyone." Noelle greeted the Knights that they were right behind the headquarters where several knights were sorting trash in black, plastic bags.

"Hello there, Noelle. I thought you'd show up soon enough." Huffman wiped some sweat off his brow.

Bruce dropped a big bag off to the side with a grunt. "There's a lot of trash this time around, huh."

Otto nodded. "Indeed. I wonder what caused this. I was certain our actions would never cause this much of a mess."

"You said it, we still have so much left to go through," Belinda sighed. "It isn't even that late in the day and I'm already tired."

Noelle walked towards them. "No worries, I'm sure this will all be done in a jiffy." she smiled.

She received cheers and praise.

"Thank you, Noelle!"

"Cheers!"

"Hip hip, hooray!"

"Thank barbatos, I hate recycling day."

"Hey!" Huffman called out to them. "Do your part. If anyone depends on Noelle too much that they start to slack off I'll have them pick up everything next week by themselves. Is that understood?"

"What?"

"Hey come on."

"We were just kidding-"

"Is that understood?!" Huffman put a hand to his hips.

A huge sigh was heard. "Yes sir."

"Good," Huffman nodded. He then turned to Noelle. "Go on, I'm sure you can't wait to get started."

Noelle bowed. "Thank you, Mister Huffman. But please, I will gladly help with anything."

"Not on my watch. You do your part, they'll do theirs."

Noelle resisted the urge to sigh. She truly didn't mind, but it looked like Hufman wouldn't let her.

'Now, where to start?'


The cleaning had gone smoothly as far as anyone was concerned. Of course, Huffman and Otto had to stop Noelle from reflexively helping anyone in her line of sight as well as chastising however wanted to offload their work on her.

Personally, Noelle liked recycling day. She wouldn't say she was a clean freak but… it did give her a sense of satisfaction in seeing something be cleaned, or sorted in the right order.

Speaking of sorting in the right order, there was something else that she really liked about recycling day. Sure she liked throwing the trash out, and sure she liked using her favorite broom, and yes she also liked doing things for others, a thing that she couldn't do right now.

But above all else, she really, really liked sorting the garbage according to its classification. Whether they were glass, paper, plastic, or organic wastes, she loved the feeling of separating them and putting them in the right bin.

"Looks like we're almost done," Bruce wiped his hands on his pants. "And to think I never thought we'd see the light at the end of the tunnel."

"Well, one extra pair of hands does help out a lot," Joyce put down two bags next to a green bin. "That's double when those extra pair of hands from Noelle."

Noelle blushed. "Oh please, I simply did what I must. It is not worth giving special attention to."

"So she says. Like she didn't single-handedly pick up a lawn's worth of glass into the bin without hurting yourself," Otto ruffled her hair. Noelle pouted. She wasn't a child! "Just accept it, Noelle. That would've taken us quite some time."

Noelle sighed. "Okay."

The knights chuckled. Only Noelle would hate compliments, or think of the things she's done as insignificant.

"Anyway, I think all that's left are these cans." Huffman gestured toward the-

What the actual hell?

Behind him, there was a pile of cans that probably counted up to more than 70! More than 70 cans!

Where did they find this many cans?! Or better yet, who used this many cans in a week!?

Noelle's mind was boggled.

Bruce whistled "Huh, that's a lot of cans."

"That's gonna take a while to put into the bins." Joyce sighed.

"Not to mention it's gonna be very, very clunky." Belinda grimaced.

Noelle couldn't help but nod. Sure they would be done in record time, but it was more the fact that there were so many cans that shocked her.

"Well, on the bright side, this will be fun," Bruce smirked.

Noelle raised an eyebrow and turned to the portly knight. "What do you mean?"

At her question, Bruce turned to the maid. He let out a toothy, excited smile.

"Oh, you have much, much to learn."


"So here's what you do, yeah? Watch," Bruce lined up a couple of cans beside his feet. "This is fun, trust me."

Noelle nodded.

Bruce looked between each can. He put a foot up just under a can before-

CRUSH

The sound of aluminum being squashed to death was heard around the vicinity.

Noelle's eyes gained a gleam.

And oh boy was it so satisfying.

"See? Now you try."

Noelle stepped up to the other line of cans, she took a step forward and-

CRUSH

"Oh, oh my," Noelle put a hand over her mouth. "That was… extraordinary."

"Right? What did I tell you?" Bruce smiled. He then gestured to the other knights who were all doing the same to their equally distributed pile of cans. "It's satisfying, it's fun, and it helps what we're doing too all at the same time."

Noelle nodded vehemently.

Something fun to do, helped a lot of people out, and was satisfying? My, that was basically what her everyday routine was!

"Well, I'll leave you to that, okay? I have my own pile of stuff to do. No stealing from other people's piles!"

Noelle almost looked offended. "I would never!"

Bruce chuckled. "I didn't mean it. I know you would never do such a thing." he waved her goodbye as he went to his own pile.

"Thank you!" Noelle waved.

"You too. Have fun!"

Oh, and have fun she shall.

With an excited gleam in her eyes, and a twitchy, eager foot, she stopped forth to the line of cans in front of her.

One can, two can, three can, six cans, ten cans, she didn't bother keeping count.

'This is fun!"

The sound of the crushed alloy, the feel of the bent can underneath her heel, was almost addicting. She didn't want to stop.

And thus, on this day, Noelle discovered the joys of Canocide.


AN: Kill your cans responsibly. And also watch your feet. It should be done in one swift and powerful motion. You take too long and it won't be squished as finely as it could be.