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Before Bowyetta even answered, she swept Mr. Sir up into a hug. She
couldn’t hide how worried she was, and her tears began to spill all over
his clothes. “He had been here with me the whole time, Mr. Sir. He is
having told Bowyetta everything. What having happened? Are you wanting
to stay with Bowyetta for a while?”

“Urk!”

The inkblot squirmed for a moment, but finally relented into hugging Bowyetta back. He sniffed his tears back, but broke into a sweat.

“H-he did?” he asked, nervously. His eyes darted towards his pet, who was squeaking all kinds of questions to him.

He sighed in relief.

“N-no,” he finally said, “I’ll be fine, it’s just…I dunno magic or something took my tool cart.”

He hoped telling half the truth would assuage Bowyetta, but he failed to notice that when he was grabbed, a pink piece of paper fell from his coat to the ground.

The inkblot brushed himself off.

“Yeah, just gotta go get it back, that’s all…”

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
(via wordsnquotes)

((Fired! AU)) “Hey, Beepsumu, did Cat Slime come by here?” the inkblot asked. His trenchcoat and hat were muddy and torn, and he looked like he had been crying. “…Please don’t tell Bowyetta. Don’t want her to worry…”

monokuro-adventures:

“W-well, actually, Mr. Sir…” Beep didn’t really know how to put this. Cat Slime had tried to tell Bowyetta everything, and she wasn’t sure how to tell him. “Cat Slime… Is upstairs with Bowyetta. But… Neither of them looked very happy.”

Beepsumu didn’t even get to finish that last sentence before the inkblot dashed up the stairs and into Bowyetta’s room. A very worried Cat Slime noticed and bounded over into his open arms.

All the wear and tear on the inkblot’s garments seemed to fade off. He happily embraced his pet, silently vowing to keep him in his more direct hammerspace for the foreseeable future.

“I missed you…”

He turned to Bowyetta, slightly teary-eyed.

“…Thank you!” he said, voice wavering. “Where was he?”

Direction

The inkblot sat at a park bench in Toontown. This seemed to be a “mood” park of some kind, as everything looked much less saturated, it seemed to always be raining, and no one went on the play structures. No, every Toon here was moping alone on a bench or a table, with each being a good distance away from everyone else.

The hat and trench-coat offered minimal protection from the downpour, but what did the inkblot care if he was washed away? It’s not like he had anything else to do.

No job, no life, no form, nothing to his name but a pink slip, and no name…

Well, at least he had…

“Cat Slime?”

He jolted upright, desperately patting his coat. No use. The inkblot’s pet was sleeping in the toolbox when it was…

Despite being a little runnier, he began to wander off.

“CAT SLIME!” the inkblot called out, desperately. “CAT SLIME!”

…

[[And thus begins the Fired! AU. I wanted to work on this a little more, maybe give a different beginning, but seeing how the year is almost over (and my current mouse is being unreliable), here it is, as promised.]]