Chapter 30 - The Second First Encounter
As my jelly boyfriend took a single step outside, he began to feel something... strange. After walking about halfway to the front door, I turned around to find him staring at the ground, almost as if he could see something life-changing on the sidewalk. I was about to ask him what was up, when he bent down to pick something up. After bringing it to his eye, he gasped in complete and udder shock. It almost looked as if he couldn't breathe.
He slowly looked up at me, and gestured with one of his fingers for me to get closer to him. I obliged, slowly walking my way towards him. As I was face-to-face with him, he carefully whispered, "Hold out one of your hands, and open it." I did as I was told, curious as to why he told me so. He lifted one of his pinched fingers, opening them as they were over mine.
What he dropped into my hand verified every look on his face. It was a blue strand of hair, and when it rested on my open hand, it felt... slick. I stared at the hair for what seemed like an eternity, realizing that he knew about us the whole time. Did he know about jelly boyfriend? I eventually looked back up at his face, which had an expression that said to me, "What are the answers to this?!"
In unison, we gradually looked over at the front door. It was cracked open. Seconds turned into minutes as my jelly boyfriend instinctively began to run to the front door with all of his speed. I stood there as he ran into the front door, slamming it open with all of his might. What he saw sitting on the couch changed the foundation of life he had, as little as it may have been.
There he was. A 5-foot-tall bunny-human hybrid. It looked the perfect mix of the two. He was bright blue, but not entirely. He was covered in numerous shades of blue. His face was split into three parts: His chin was lime green. The middle was more of a teal-ish color, while the top of his head where his hair would usually be was bright blue. He was wearing a grey hoodie, with a Adidas logo on it. He was wearing navy jeans that matched the color of his skin, almost to an identical degree. They were really rugged, almost as if he had stolen them from a homeless person. His ears extended down to his waist, also having being divided into three colors: The bottom was deep purple, the middle was a sort of deep violet, and the top was bright blue. Fitting, considering that they were connected to his head, after all.
However, what my jelly boyfriend didn't expect was also sitting in the room next to the blue bunny. It was yet another bunny, just as tall as the blue bunny. This one, however, was deep pink, all over her body. It was clear that this was a female. She was wearing a plain grey T-shirt, no logos at all. However, she was wearing an orange skirt, unlike her companion. Again, the clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in days, maybe even weeks. Her eyes were a fascinating color, being a mixture between blue and brown. They were staring at my jelly boyfriend as he did his best to calculate the sight that showed itself in front of him.
I began to walk towards my front door, worried about my jelly boyfriend's statue-like state. As I walked up the few steps of the patio, I began to see them. They also shifted both of their looks to watch me as I walked closer and closer behind my jelly boyfriend. Back and forth, they began to have more and more questions as milliseconds came by. It must have been a full minute of complete silence as we tried to figure each other out by sight alone. Eventually, my jelly boyfriend began to notice another trait about the blue bunny: His chin began to change color, from the lime green to lavender as he began to build courage to speak.
"So uh... My name's Barry. How was your guys' day?", he eventually mustered. Did this fucking bunny just talk?, I thought to myself. Immediately afterwards, I heard a voice in my head that wasn't mine, it was more... feminine. Yes, he did. I looked at the pink bunny, who was staring straight at me. My jelly boyfriend eventually loosened his tension. He said with a hint of bewilderment in his voice, "Excuse me for a second." He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a large piece of tupperware that I barely even use anymore, and melted himself completely into the bowl, turning from a human-clone to a bowl of pink jelly.
I began to rub my head as I began to experience the most devastating headache of my life. No way is this happening to me right now, I thought. I'm terribly sorry, but we are in desperate need of your help, I heard, coming the same feminine voice from earlier. Even my own thoughts weren't safe anymore.