I MUST TRULY BE INSANE! Mufufufufufu... Now is the perfect time for attack, Mr. DuckyFern...
Anyways, I know the last one ended in a flashback, but dees one weel start not een da flashbahk, baht weed a DIFFERENT FLASHBAHK!! Sorta. But er... Ya. And sorry for the random accent. I do that too much. GARR! I'M GETTING TIRED OF ITALICS! I actually think you can infer what er... I did to Celeste... So you do that. Ya. And I'll write. There we go. Now we're both doing work.
He really shouldn't have ever given this girl coffee.
He was sure that was when she first went insane.
He remembered the first time she stepped down those fateful stairs. She was still er... normal, at least a little bit...
Making himself feel even more nostalgic, he reminisced on the first time and thought to be last time Celeste came down those steps... He wished she hadn't changed so much.
"Hehe... Oh, dear. Is this the basement? My bad I'll just..."
"Nonono! No... This is where my coffee shop is going to be, please, come in." He usually wasn't this talkative, especially with someone who had such a bad impression of him...
"Oh, thank you, but I... don't really drink coffee."she smiled. But despite her words, he saw her feet slowly stepping back down the stairs.
"Really... I'll... I'll even give you some sugar, if you'd like." Wow, he hadn't gone as far to offer sugar since... Well... Ever.
"Oh... Oh I don't have any money and coffee sorta' makes me... Well..."
"No, no. It's okay. This one's on the house. I'll add some milk, pigeon milk..."
She smiled."I can't really say no to that, can I?" She plop plop plopped down the rest of the steps and took a seat on one of barstools. "This pigeon milk... Isn't that er... like um... See, I looked it up in an encyclopedia quite a time ago and it's sorta..."
"Oh! Er... You know the... secret?!" She could almost see a wave of shock above his head.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a..."
"NOBODY HEARS! EVER!" he screamed in her face. Realizing how out of character that was, he settled back behind the counter and muttered, "He... Here's your coffee."
"Uh... O-ookay... Shouldn't I wait for it to cool just a...?"
"NO!" commanded the pigeon, who was feeling more stressed the minute.
"Ye-y-yessir..."Upon taking a sip, she was sure she heard fancy scale of harp music, then what sounded like a piano, doodoodadeedoo ... Out of nowhere, someone said,
"Sweet and smooth! This must be none other than the renowned pigeon milk!"
"WTF! Bu-bu-da.. Wah?! Wait, wait, wait, WHOAAA. WHOA." the befuddled little owl spattered, turning in her seat. Brewster laughed, as his tension melted away. First time customer's reactions never got old.
"You'll get used to it..." he grinned.
The minute bird pulled out her bow and redid her feathers, which were still long at the back. "You always treat your customers like this?"
He looked away"Well, there was this other girl I knew..."
She laughed, as if they'd been long lost pals. She leaned over the counter and with a sly grin whispered, jokingly, "Tell me about it..." She giggled."Stud."
He missed that giggle. Why did she get rid of it... Why was she who she was? Uptight and unwilling to joke with anyone but her closest friends, and he was sure she didn't really have any excluding Sarah... What made her like this? The answer was ringing so clearly in his head, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, think of it, admit it. Looking at Celeste's sleeping face on the sand, he knew what he had to do.
He had broken her. Now he was going to fix it.
For a moment, Sarah didn't seem so insane after all.
PAHAHAA! Let's GO WITH THAT!
I've been watching a lot of Grease stuff lately, and though that was really out of character for Celeste, I guess my imagination ran a little too wild.
OH WELL! LET'S GO WITH IT!\
Go Greased Lightnin' you're burning up the quarter mile! GREASED LIGHTNIN', GO GREASED LIGHTNIN'! Go Greased Lightnin' you're coastin' through the heat lap trial! GREASED LIGHTNIN', GO GREASED LIGHTNIN'! You're Supreme! UH-HUH! Chicks'll scream! UH HUH! For Greased Lightnin'! Go go, go go go go go go go go!