Candy was crying her eyes out, blabbering about something that happened recently and The Robot Devil was sitting behind the grocery store counter, plainly listening to her whining because he has nothing else to do. "And then... After throwing dirt on my new dress, Dipper said he would rather be fed to a rabid wolverine high on 'Angel Dust' than go to the movies with me!" she said like it was the most horrible news she's ever heard. However, in actuality, she sorta exaggerated the true story. What REALLY happened is that Candy DID asked Dipper to go to the movies together, but he was nervous about the idea of having to be in the same room with her in the dark. She went by herself and waited for Dipper right outside the movies' entrance, but he chickened out.
This shows that he doesn't care anymore, at least that's what Candy thinks. "That's a sad story. I hate hearing about days like that." The Robot Devil said in a low, boring tone. Frankly, he didn't want to see her like this too. Candy continued to sniffle and wiped her tears with her long-sleeve, green-stripped t-shirt. "Fortunately, I have a simple piece of advice for people with problems like that." he sighed, starting to get himself up from behind the counter. "Really? What is it?" she said, still trying to fight off the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. The Robot Devil crossed his arms, stood back a bit and said, "Quit telling me about your days."
Author's Notes: Hey, just posted a new chapter! In case if some of you who don't know who The Robot Devil is, he is a character from a Adult Swim cartoon show called Futurama. I liked doing crossover fanfics, so I wanted to turn things around a bit. Sorry that this chapter isn't that long. More chapters on the way and thanks for reading!