One Shot #9 Goodbye Dearest Couch
I tapped my DS' stylus against the side of the device pensively. I had to be careful with what I did next. My poison was good against his grass, but he had the secondary psychic that could kill me...
I nearly jumped out of my skin, dropping the DS on the floor when a tall and faceless being appeared in the center of my room. His scarf had been hastily tossed on and he was still in pyjamas. Why was he here this early?
"Sarah! It's my parents...they...they're getting rid of the couch!" I looked at him wide-eyed. "The...couch? The black one?!" "Yes! The couch!" I jumped up and threw my arms up in the air. "No! That couch has been a loyal piece of furniture to your family for years!"
He looked down to the floor, radiating an aura of gloom. "I'm affraid it is no longer wanted... They want a new couch. It's all fancy and silver-ish."
I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. "There is no way they could ever replace the couch!" Tom sighed. He shook his head slightly. "I'm affraid they will...and there isn't much we can do about it." I hugged him tightly. I felt him nuzzle his face in my hair and inhale deeply. Suddently, I felt the dizzy static of slenderwalking. When I pulled away, we were in his living room.
It was as though the air had gone still. The light didn't seem so bright, the air seemed staler than usual, even the other pieces of furniture looked gloomy, as if they were mourning the soon to be lost couch. I looked over at the regal piece of wood and leather.
Sitting in the middle of the room, lit by the only beam of light that streamed in through the window, was the great and old couch. I aproached it and touched it's worn leather surface.
The couch was black. Keep in mind the 'was'. It was fadded and crackled here and there. I turned around to face the cusions. The right cusion was imprinted with a light grey swirl, laced with burgundy. There were a few red pillows on it. I ran my fingers over the surface before letting myself fall face-first on the couch.
Tom sat next to me, one hand on my back, the other on the back of the couch. Together, we remembered all this couch had ever done for us. Bravely withstanding our combined weight as we played video games, never complaining when we farted, silently supporting us when we'd make-out, keeping all secrets within it's ancient fibers... Truly an amazing and loyal piece of furniture.
I put my arms out, hugging as much of the couch's surface as I could. It creaked lowly, as if crying in worry and confusion. Tom gently stroked my hair as I cried into the couch, tears dripping down to add to all the other types of stains that were on these ancient cusions.
I was pulled back into the slender's arms. He held me close and whispered to me as he continued to stroke my hair. "We can do nothing to save him...He will have to go to a better place. For now, why don't we give him a worthy goodbye!"
He pulled two controllers out from underneath the couch cusions. We stayed together with the couch, playing video games for three hours straight. It was still around 11 in the morning. I didn't typically wake-up or leave my room before 12:40 on weekends. Nobody would even notice I was gone. The couch, on the other hand...
We played Smash Bros. Couch isn't the greatest at this game, but he did his best. After a while, a blonde woman walked into the room. "Kids, the couch has to go out now." I nodded sadly to Martha. Patting the old couch for one last time, we let the men take it from here and move the couch outwards, out, towards his garbage-y doom.
I sobbed sadly, watching as my boyfriend and his father carried the couch outside. He was placed next to a garbage can. A fine white blanket was laid on top of him. I prayed in silence. Bless his poor soul.
Tom walked back over to me and hugged me. His aura rang through the air with sorrow and grief.
He shifted back to his slender form and brought me back home. We just sat on the bed for about ten minutes, gazing blankly at the wall. "So...The couch is really gone now..." Tom sighed. "Yeah...it'll be weird without it there."
I laughed darkly and Tom turned to me with a questioning look on his blank face. "You've known him for longer than I have but it feels like I'm the one who's the most devestated by this." Tom hugged me again, wrapping a few tendrills around me. I felt his conciousness press against my mind, ringing with a deep and endless sea of sadness and nostalgia. I took my words back, appologizing within my mind. I think he heard me.
I looked back to where his eyes would have been, a tear now going down my cheek. He wiped it off my face. "Sarah... we have to be strong. Couch would have wanted us to be! It was his time to go...a couch can't last forever..." I nodded, choking back a sob.
The slender leaned forward and kissed me gently. The pain within my heart lessened as I melted within his static aura. We pulled apart for air and I rested my forehead on his.
The time was now twelve thirty. Tom moved away from me, giving me one more kiss on the cheek. "I have to go home now. We...we have to introduce the new couch... Hehe... He needs to adapt to the environment."
And so, he slenderwalked away, taking with him the sweet comfort of his static. I picked up my DS, which was still on the floor, and resumed my game.
I encountered a wild Seel. Compeled to pay a final tribiute, I caught it...I named it Mr. Couch , even if it was a female. Even if I was alone, I whispered. " Mr. Couch, I swear, we will defeat the champion together."
My dad knocked on my door. "Sarah? You want some pancakes?" I looked up from the screen. "Yeah! I'll be right there!" Saving the file and closing my game, I stood up and left my room.
Mr. Couch...You shall always be remembered. From your origins in Sweeden to your travels of the sea to Canada, all the way to your journey from the west coast to the east...Living in a box on a shelf for months and then finally getting to go home. You have been a loyal piece of furniture for more years than I have ever known. Bless your old, ripped and filthy soul.
Rest in peace, Mr Couch.
AN: This has been on my mind all day... Anyway, I had a dream...I dreamed that I couldn't go to school, that I refused to leave the house because during the night, I had sprouted a unibrow. Please enjoy. R.I.P Couch.