Well, that was awkward...
Um...
Let's just skip her for now, ok?
Now who's next?
Ah yes, I remember now. Let me set the scene:
A boy gazes intently into his computer screen, absorbing every individual pixel with his dark green eyes. The boy brushes aside his hair and starts to furiously tap the backspace button on his keyboard, gradually crumbling all the hard work he had done in the word document before him. He is once again greeted by a white screen, an empty canvas, what was once a fountain of possibilities now a dead end to a cold road of creation. The boy slams his fists into the desk, breathing heavily in out in out from his mouth, he starts to hyperventilate as he leans back in his chair and it gives out behind him with a creeeeaaakkk
The boy falls on his back, pain shooting out from his neck. He stumbles to his feet, as he feels a soft vibration from his pocket. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving his Mobile phone where someone had been messaging him. With a tap, he initiated a conversation.
[initiate textual conversation]
Rosebud: Hello
Rosebud: Don
Rosebud: is... Everything ok?
Sniffer: yep
Sniffer: everything's fine
Rosebud: ok well
Rosebud: I need you for one of my projects
Rosebud: you know me
Sniffer: um
Sniffer: right now?
Rosebud: yeah
Sniffer: what do you need me to do?
Rosebud: just use your teleporter to go to these coordinates (insert some coords here aight I don't have all day)
Rosebud: I'll explain everything to you there
Sniffer: um
Sniffer: ok
Rosebud: and Don
Rosebud: please take care of yourself
Sniffer: I'm FINE
Rosebud: ok
Rosebud: I guess I'll see you soon
Sniffer: sure
[deinitiate textual conversation]
Don looked around his messy room. He didn't even know where his teleporter was now. The floor was covered with ideas that have rotted over the years. Don had dabbled in everything: drawings, music, poetry, creative writing, interpretive dance, underwater basket weaving, you name it. He had always wanted to be an artist, being inspired by many of his friends. Josh's amazing vore art was always something Don wanted to live up to.
Oh shit, though Don, I had plans to hang out with Josh this afternoon. It seems they would have to cancel their meeting due to Abigail's project. He should probably message him. Don opened the message application and started a conversation.
[initiate textual convoresation]
Sniffer:what's up
Budderball: just hangin out
Budderball: Air Buds here too
Sniffer: oh
Sniffer: sorry it's just
Sniffer: that dog is kinda creepy
Budderball: what no way he's great
Sniffer: idk
Sniffer: I got a message from Abigail
Budderball: who?
Sniffer: rosebud
Budderball: oh yeah
Sniffer: she wants me to use my teleporter to go to some random coordinates so we may not be able to hang out this afternoon
Budderball: dang it
Budderball : welp
Budderball: just call me when you're done with whatever she wants
Sniffer: k
Sniffer: see you later
Budderball: bye
[deinitiate textual convoresation]
Don put his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He hated to disappoint him with this news. Remember when I said Josh's vore art was something Don always wanted to live up to? Well that's the problem: he never could live up to it. No matter what Don did, someone else did it better. He couldn't do anything right, but he had to try right. Who knows. Maybe he should just give up now. He always could. Stumbling over to the nightstand, reaching to open the drawer, he retrieved the gun from inside. All it would take is just one twitch of a finger and all of it would be over. Sniffer pointed it into his mouth. Closing his eyes, Don pulled the trigger.
Then Don almost choked on a foam dart. It was a nerf gun. Sniffer coughed up the dart and set aside the gun, lying on the ground among his broken ideas. Shivering in the cold, Don touched his face with his hand, a reminder of his injury. Due to an incident Don did not want to discuss, he had no nose, only a lifeless stump. He had no sensation of scent, and was embarrassed about it. In fact he wants me to stop talking about it and for respect to him I think I will.
Sniffer picked up the nerf gun and brushed some of the scraps of paper from the floor to reveal a green, glowing platform. Don tapped a few buttons and it lit up, ready to take Sniffer to his destination. With a sigh Don stepped in.
A cold somber look
His atoms separated
Into the unknown