Among Warm Sunsets

Squishy

Molly was keeping a really big secret, one that she couldn't tell anyone!

She still slept with her stuff animal. She simply couldn't throw it away; she's had it since she was 4 years old. His name was Squishy, and he was a rather large stuffed octopus, adorned with a striped maroon and gold scarf.

Squishy was her one true love, he was the only one she could trust, seeing as though he couldn't tell any of her secrets. Sometimes, she would simply spend the whole day doing activities with her pal, Squishy. They'd watch movies; make s'mores; and watching the clouds on the soft grassy fields.

Unfortunately, during all this, she would neglect the Harvest God, who more than anything hated being forgotten and neglected.

On the mountaintop, the Harvest God was watching Molly play around with her blasted toy, and it angered him to no end.

"Who does she think she is, ignoring me?" the Harvest God thought in a fit of rage. "Ever since she found that blasted toy in one her boxes, she's been playing with it non-stop and ignoring me completely!"

He tried pacing, to calm himself down from this tantrum that was starting to build up. "Doesn't she realize that she hasn't visited me in weeks? Do I… do I not matter to her anymore…?"

The Harvest God tried not to feel devastated by this thought. He didn't want to be like some abandoned toy-lost, dusty and forgotten by its owner.

"She might've been on her way here, but got caught up; I'll go check on her." With that thought in mind, the Harvest God teleported to Molly's farm.

. . . . . .

"Oh Squishy, I'm so glad I found you," Molly said lovingly to her stuffed toy. Finn, her, and Squishy were occupied on the couch, watching *Darkwing Duck, one of her favorite childhood shows.

Finn started fidgeting on his little perch on the arm of the couch. "Molly, don't you think we should go see the Harvest God now," he said nervously. "We haven't visited him in a week, he's probably really angry."

Molly was oblivious to Finn's agitation, and was simply swinging her stuffed toy around, staring at him adoringly, like any little girl would do with her treasured toy (but Molly's a young adult, so this would be quite awkward to watch).

"Oh, Finn, you're worry too much," she replied in a nonchalant manner. "He needs a break from us anyways. He's always complaining about how we're annoying and junk, so this separation is pretty good for him."

Little did Molly know, the Harvest God was standing in the front of her doorway, glaring at her.

Finn turned around and squeaked. Too afraid to warn Molly, he flew into her bedroom to hide in his panic room, because Finn is a coward, the end.

The Harvest God, walked directly in front of Molly, blocking her view from the television.

He cleared his throat to get Molly's attention. She looked up to see him standing over her, his aura pulsing angrily.

"Where. Were. You?" he said through clenched teeth, trying very much to keep his cool.

Molly only looked at him innocently. "I was just playing with Squishy, see? Say hi m'lord!" she lifted Squishy up to the Harvest God's face.

He glared at the toy, "This is all this blasted plaything's fault…"

The Harvest God snatched the toy away from Molly, about to rip it to shreds. Molly tried pulling Squishy away from him.

"Stop trying to rip my Squishy, you jerk!" she yelled angrily. Molly tried getting her precious toy away from the deity, but of course, it was pretty much over once he got a hold of it. Seriously, that toy was most likely to be *'final fatality'.

The Harvest God yanked Squishy out of Molly's grasps and growled menacingly, causing her to plop down in fear.

"Look, all I wanted was for you to come and visit me, but," he threw the toy at Molly, hitting her square in the face. "Since you find this toy more interesting than me, I'll just confiscate it."

Before he had a chance to teleport back to his mountain, Molly had jumped on his back.

"Look, I'm sorry that I was neglecting you," she said into his back, but he was still able to hear her. "It's just… I haven't seen Squishy in so long… I just missed him… I'm sorry."

Even though he was still angry with her, he couldn't stop the blush that was creeping to his face.

"It's okay… just do not do this again."

Molly smiled, "Okay."

[A/N]: I'm sorry if this is bad, I was writing this late at night, and I barely go any sleep last week, so I'm rather… delusional. I'll probably get the next chapter up… soon, I think.

(1)*Darkwing Duck is Toon Disney/Disney cartoon that appeared in the 1990's, I believe. Part of the "Disney Afternoons" program. One of my favorite shows, if you want, they're still on YouTube.

(2)*From Mortal Kombat, you know, when you almost kill your opponent and you're able to perform your special attack.