The Pearl Of The Clam

Uhhh ummmmm uh ummmm Me when I’m 17 and he/him type shift

[shroomeimei]

Hello and good morrow friends!! This is my STORY BLOG where I will likely be posting either headcanons or just fanfics about Pim pimling or maybe the other smiling friends. It is nice meeting anyone who comes by :)

I post on ao3 now!! It’s pretty much the same shit I post here tho. This is my main platform for my stories :3

I am not a great writer please do not chuck your stones too hard 🙏

I am prone to poor mental health, and therefore may take breaks from writing every so often ☹️

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Hello friends having a mental episode will be back eventually sorry sorry 3:

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PPPROM!!!!!!

Part 2 of Promposal

~960 wordies :3

It’s finally June, the month where you finally leave this dumb town behind. June 7th, to be specific. The day of prom, to be even more specific. Your date with that junior went well, and you’ve since gone on a couple more outings with the boy. You think he’s cute, but you’re not sure if he actually likes you back (though his apparent body language tells you he does).

Speaking of the Devil, your doorbell rings. You open it to find a short, plump pink man in a suit, sweat tinged on the armpits. Already nervous, cute. His hair (which he informed you is actually a nerve ending) is slicked down with hair gel. “U-uhm, are you ready to go?” he says, glancing at your outfit. His eyes go wide at how the clothes gently fit your skin, your body shape illuminated perfectly. He turns dark red and swiftly looks away. You giggle, his fit of nervousness the very reason you fell for him in the first place (you're not quite sure if "fell for him" is the right word. Sure, he's beautiful and funny and cute and kind and everything you've ever dreamed of. But that doesn't mean you're in love yet, right?). You grab his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead you to his car, the same yellow Beetle.

He shakily opens your door and attempts a bow, beckoning you into the blond car. You curtsy back and gingerly walk towards, seating yourself in the passenger side. He shuts your door, then runs around the front of the car to join you inside. He adjusts himself in his seat, which is (unsurprisingly) raised significantly higher than yours. He takes two hands to the fuzzy blue wheel cover, and begins your trip to prom.

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You two enter The Lackadasia, a rotating sushi buffet in which your prom is held. They have a big ballroom for dancing and any flavor of food you can imagine. There are some of those laser-light things shining, coincidentally only in pink and [f/c]. You’re unsure what kind of vibe they’re going for, but you assume they’re just as unsure. You recognize your friends, and drag your companion over to meet them.

“Hey guys!! This is my date!” He blushes at your straightforward introduction, waving shyly. They all crowd around him, some complimenting him and some telling him very very kindly to be nice to you. You love your friends. You gently tug the mildly terrified man out of the circle, and head to the revolving sushi bar. You pick up your favorite that you’ve luckily found, while Pim gets a little overwhelmed and just chooses the first dish he sees (which is a plate of shrimp). You sit at the bar on high stools, which appear to make your date a little nervous. His feet swing to ease his nerves. He’s so cute.

“H-hey guys, hope you don’t mind if i sit next to you,” a random chaperone says, sitting down quick enough where you can’t say no. He’s rather flushed, only mildly lighter than your partner. He’s terribly thin with horrid posture, akin to that of the shrimp on Pim’s plate. His eyes are also weirdly beady, but then again you’ve seen weirder. He introduces himself as Shrimp and begins chatting AT you, telling you of how his family all recently died in a kidnapping. You wonder if he should really be telling this to a therapist and not two 17 year olds, but shrug it off. He continues talking, telling of horrible stories that you two tune out, focusing on your meals. Suddenly, he shuts up, extending his bony finger towards your partner’s plate. “You. Are you. Eating my family.” You really should have connected the name and the species earlier. Pim stumbles on his words, turning pale as he mutters an apology. The chaperone shrieks, causing multiple headed to turn. He begins to sob inconsolably, falling off his stool kicking and screaming on the ground. An odd display. You wonder how he got approved for chaperoning in this state. You carefully finish your meal, grab a to-go box for the shrimp, and scoot away from the situation.

Pim is fluctuating between red and white, embarrassed and horrified at what just occurred. You lead the stiff man to the dance floor, where a salsa beat has just begun. He snaps out of his trance, immediately falling into step with you. You’re surprised at his skills; you didn’t take him for much of a dancer.

“I always wanted to teach my future kid to dance!! So I started preparing when I was 8!!” He informs you as he twirls you to the beat.

“Don’t you think that was a little young??”

“I’ve always known who I’ve wanted to be and what I’ve wanted to do! Seeing other people smile is what makes ME happy!! And seeing a child happy because I was able to teach them to dance, for example, would be EVERYTHING!” he giggles, switching to a waltz as the music changes.

“What if your future partner doesn’t want a kid?” you inquire, stepping round the room.

“That’s fine too!! I’d rather a happy spouse than a happy child, and if I learned to dance for only myself then that would be quite alright!”

You stare into his gentle eyes, which are large in their pen strokes. You’ve always admired how complex his eyes are, sparkling in the incoming moonlight. He stares back, admiring your beauty. Oh, how he adores you. He smiles to himself, thinking about you. He snaps back, realizing you’re asking him something. “S-sorry?”

“Would you like to be my boyfriend?” You ask again.

He blushes, nodding his head aggressively. You giggle at that, and place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

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Bad Night :(

TWS IN TAGS!! YOU ARE WARNED!!!!

~480 words

Hello i am back yay party horn

You’re on the floor again. The blade glistens in the moonlight. The smell of metal, blood, relief, and regret permeates your bathroom. You watch tears fall, but don’t feel yourself cry. You spiral into numbness, pure nothing filling your lungs and soul. Your attention snaps up as you hear shaky breathing, different from your own. Your eyes clear, witnessing a pink boy staring down at you, horror pinned into his eyes. You sober up from your situation slightly, attempting to cover yourself. What you’ve done. But it’s too late. You brace for insults, degradation, or for him to leave.

Instead you feel warm, trembling arms wrap around you. “Oh my baby, my poor poor baby oh my darling my doll…” he mutters, stroking your hair as he pulls you tighter. You grab for him, grasping as if he were the last rock on earth. “My doll, I’m so sorry my love..don’t feel bad for doing this I’m not disappointed o-or anything like that. Oh you poor thing,” he kisses you on your forehead, eliciting sobs from you. “You can always come to me with your issues my baby. Here, let’s clean you up okay? I know you’re scared right now, but I promise I’m not leaving,” he says, carefully letting you go. Your heart drops watching him stand up, but calms as you realize he’s grabbing first aid. “Here babe, I’ll do it for you.” He applies a warm wet washcloth over the area, carefully cleaning it before applying a shit ton of bandaids. You can tell he’s never done this before, and his hands still shake as he applies them. He then carefully bends down, and kisses each mark. You wince slightly at the sting, but your heart soars at the effort.

You’d forgotten. In all your time spent in your head, you’d forgotten what it’s all worth. He lifts you (bridal style, he’s told you he’s lifted weights to practice for his future wedding) to your bedroom, gently sitting you on the bed. He cuddles up, and invites you atop him. You accept, allowing him to cradle you in your state. You cry to yourself, grateful for the man in front of you yet regretful of the burden you’ve placed on him. Yet, based on his soft stroke of your hair and whispers of sweet nothings, he doesn’t quite mind.

“You’re so good to me, I love you,” you whisper, slowly drifting off.

“I love you too darling, and you are forever deserving of that. My perfect baby,” he responds softly.

He finds you adorable, the most beautiful person in his world. He doesn’t mind your scars, your struggles, your anything. He loves you. He kisses your forehead and picks up his phone, making sure the phone screen does not wake you. He goes on Reddit and asks “how to help my lover who is struggling :(”, where they swiftly give him useless answers.

[shroomeimei]

Hello my pups i very busy many scholarships to apply to your boy GOING TO COLLEGE!! Will be out with new eps soon sorry sorry will be busy this week

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Prom-posal!!!

~640 words

Srry for late post was fighting demons love you guyz <3

Your senior year of high school. It’s April, and prom is right around the corner. Your now ex dumped you like a month back, so you don’t even know if you’re in the mood to go. There’s a couple cute guys in your classes, but you’d never work up the nerve to ask any of them. You breathe out, the thought of prom being pushed back for another day. For now, you’ll just wait for the bell to ring so you can go home.

The bell rings, and you grab your backpack, making a dash for your locker to leave. As you open your locker, someone taps your hip. You assume it’s just someone rude who shoved into you and pay it no mind. But then it taps again. And again. You turn around, then look down to see a short pinkish man dressed in a button-up, weirdly fancy for school. You recognize him from your metal working class (Pim, you think?), the junior nearly burning his finger off with the sodder. He was one of many men you considered cute, but you brush that thought away.

“Hey um,” he stumbles over his words, oddly nervous. “I know you don’t really know me too well, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with my car. S-sorry to bother,” he smiles awkwardly, rubbing his arm up and down. Every horror movie has taught you not to follow the man, but what have you got to lose. “Sure, why not?” You grab your stuff, and follow the man to his little yellow Beetle.

“The uh, the trunk is stuck,” he says, even more nervous. You eye him, and then try the trunk, which displays an odd looking smiley face. It opens with ease, displaying rose petals, two bouquets of flowers, and a sign that reads: Will You Go To Prom With Me??. You look at the display, then at the man who appears rather flustered. You giggle a little bit, grab his hand, and plant a gentle kiss on it. He begins shaking like a little puppy. Cute. “How about you take me on a date first? I barely know you man, I don’t wanna go with someone who might be a weirdo. I especially don’t wanna look like a cougar,” you sarcastically whine, causing him to both blush and turn pale. He ends up about the same color he started. “I-I swear I’m normal!! I have a job and everything!!! I-I just have always thought y-you were really beautiful and i don’t know I wanted to ask you out first but it felt like it was getting too late because I know prom is like a month from now and..” he continues blabbering on, but you tune him out. Prom with a man you’ve never spoken more than a “thanks” to? It was enticing, for sure. You’ve always liked shorter, cuter men anyways. You grab his hand, (shutting him up) and look him in his bigger eye. “Date first. How does Friday at 5 sound? We can just go to the pizza place down the street, nothing fancy. You gotta save your money for your suit anyways. The flowers are beautiful by the way,” you say, gently picking up one of the bouquets and studying it. “Hrm, yes. I will go to prom with you.” He rocks from foot to foot, trying (and failing) at concealing his excitement. Cute. You ruffle his head, causing him to squeal when you hit his singular hair (?). He graciously thanks you for accepting his proposal, and waves goodbye before driving off in his little Beetle. You realize you never got the guy’s number, but shrug. He’s a sweet one, for sure. Totally your type. You’ll have to get used to the two beady eyes, but his cute square glasses kinda make up for it.

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The beginning :)

Charlie’s here too!!!

~500 smth words

Srry I’ve been MIA, slowly losing mind luv u guys <33

You are an office worker, working 9-5 nearly every day of your life. You’re often exhausted, but at least the pay is good. You don’t have many friends. Well, save for the two people you met last week. You called the Smiling Friends, half hoping it was a scam so you wouldn’t have to go through with it. You’ve been so tired recently, and you really just wanted a day out with friends. Pim and Charlie obviously did their job perfectly, and still wanted to be friends after you smiled. You thought they were a little unprofessional, but whatever gets you friends you suppose. Anyways, you have plans with the two tonight after work: you’re going to the local park because Charlie loves watching kids trip and fall. You check out from your day, wave goodbye to coworkers who don’t even look up, and walk out. You decide to change your outfit, as business casual doesn’t exactly scream playground. You check your laundry, seeing that you haven’t had time to do any of it. The shelves are fairly bare of clean clothes. You locate a pair of soft jeans and a shirt with little ponies on it. The shirt is old—you haven’t worn it in like five years—but whatever fits. You grab your keys (and whatever sustenance you can find) and head out the door.

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You arrive slightly late, and Pim and Charlie are already there. You notice Charlie elbow Pim and giggle slightly while Pim glares at him, but you figure it’s some joke that you don’t know about. “Hey guys!” you wave, approaching. “Sorry I’m late, stupid work held me up.”

Charlie gives the notion of work a thumbs down and frowns, but beckons you closer. “Wait wait that kids about to fall,” he says, pointing towards the playground. He was right, the kid tumbling on a very obvious rock in the middle of the woodchips. Charlie full-on belly laughs, tears pricking his eyes. You giggle at his reaction. You look over at Pim, who appears slightly..nervous? You don’t know him well enough to read him well, but he’s fidgeting with his fingers a lot. You shrug and sit next to your friends on the bench, Pim on your left and Charlie on your right. Charlie keeps eyeing past you—possibly at Pim, but his nose is so big it’s hard to tell.

“Welp, I gotta use the bathroom,” Charlie says, nudging Pim as he walks not towards the bathrooms. Weird, but you figure he prefers the bushes. Wouldn’t be surprised. You scoot over a bit, as so you’re not squishing the pink man now that Charlie’s not here. He slowly inches back next to you, slow enough to where you don’t notice. “S-so,” he mutters. “How was your day today? Did you smile a bunch? Are you having fun? I know Charlie’s not the best at choosing fun spots but we—err—I figured it would be okay! I hope you’re having fun..” he trails off, blushing at his accidental rambling. You only laugh, amused by the man. He really was nervous, you suppose. “Yeah,” you start, looking him right in his pretty face. “I’m having a lot of fun, thanks for doing this.” You blush, staring at the boy. He is rather cute, and so friendly and kind. You wonder if he’d be a good partner, but brush off the idea. You’ve just met a short while ago, after all, and you don’t want to rush into anything. For now, you sit with him on the bench, silently watching kids trip until Charlie comes back to guffaw at it.

You hear a familiar tune: an ice cream truck. You watch it pull up, and turn to your friends to see their equal excitement. The three of you run up, all ordering your favorites. Pim asks if they have pecan (they don’t. It’s an ice cream truck for kids), and instead settles for chocolate. Charlie gets cookies and cream and strawberry. The weirdest favorite you’ve ever heard of. This whole town is weird. But you don’t mind. You look at your new friends, your two favorite weirdos. “Thanks for the day guys,” you mumble. Pim grins, and Charlie gives you two big thumbs up.

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Late night messages :)

~500 smth words i think

You lay on your couch, playing some dumb ad game on your phone when it suddenly pings.

New message from Pim🩷: hey babe, how was work? :)

You sit up and grin, typing back:

Work was nice!! Hbuu??

It was fine,

he responds, sans emoji or sticker. Odd for him.

You sure? Is everything okay? 🩷

His bubbles come, then stop. He seems unsure of what to say.

Just miss you :(

You stare at the message for a minute, before walking over and grabbing your “emergency comfort chocolates” out of the fridge, along with your keys.

Sorry about to take a shower, you type back, but I miss you too my love!!

You watch as his text bubble pops up, then shove your phone in your pocket and book it out the door. You’ll make it to this man.

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You arrive outside his house, a small little cottage esque place hoping he doesn’t notice. You pick up your phone to two notifications, both of which from your lover.

I just felt really ignored today

I know they don’t mean it but that’s how it feels sometimes

He then sent a sticker of a crying bunny. You pout, pitying the boy. His coworkers have always been a bit rude to him—which you’ve never liked—and you know it’s an insecurity he struggles with

Awwh I’m sorry sweetheart

It’s quite alright, not your fault darling :)

At this point you’ve opened your car door and walked up to the porch: phone in one hand, chocolates in the other. The box is shaped like a heart, and contains a variety of his favorites (though you made sure some are your favorites too). You knock, quickly typing

I think someone’s at your door

He responds with a bunny with a question mark above her head, and you hear his pitter-patter of footsteps and his key in the lock. He opens the door and looks up at your figure, his eyes shifting from their previous exhaustion to our joy at the sight of you. He jumps for joy, the cute pink blob of your boyfriend. You scoop him up and give him a little twirl around, listening to his happy giggles as he cuddle into your neck and gives you little kisses. His previous fatigue is completely gone, replaced with his utter devotion of love for you.

You settle into his room for the night, cuddling under the covers. You notice a burned-out cigarette on the ashtray, a habit you know he quit long ago but picks up every so often. You assume it’s because of today, and frown softly as you stroke his head. He really needed you tonight. You’re so grateful you came, as is he. He cuddles into your chest, spooning against you. He likes to give you little pecks every so often, it’s his favorite way of showing affection. He’s doing it now, gently kissing the base of your neck while his hands fidget with your shirt. You give him one final kiss on his forehead before tucking in and slowly drifting off. He stops when he feels your breathing slow, switching to whispering sentences of his gratitude (that you’ll never hear through your dreams). He then follows suit, finally relaxing after his long, long day.

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A loving bath :>

SFW!!!!!! I PROMISE!!!!

Sorry for being MIA recently, kept forgetting to post..ily..

~690 words

You return to your apartment late. Later than you wanted. Your work held you back, your boss having yelled at you for the notion of leaving early next week—you had Charlie’s birthday to attend, who is your boyfriend’s coworker (friend?? You’re never quite sure of those two). Speaking of Pim, you’ve texted him all night with complaints about your boss. He responds with encouraging little stickers, ones of your favorite characters holding up little hearts. He’s cute like that, even at his grown age. You text the boy you’ve arrived home safe (he loves those kinds of things) and unlock your door to your lone, desolate apartment.

At least, you thought it was.

You open the door to find a little pink blob running up and hugging your legs, greeting you as you enter your home. You smile and attempt to return the hug, grateful for the surprise. “Hey babe, what are you doing here??” you ask, mildly perplexed.

He lets go of your legs, twiddling his little fat fingers. “I figured you could use some company. I know you didn’t have a good day,” he mumbles, stuttering slightly as if he weren’t the one who planned all this. He hands you a box of your favorite chocolates, and you graciously accept the gift. You bend down and give him a little peck on his head, along with a light tug on his nerve ending. He giggles at the gesture, a cute little Aussie giggle. You hold his hand as you walk to the kitchen, placing the box down for later. He still seems nervous—almost like he has another question—so you give him a light squeeze on his hand. He hesitates, unsure of whether he should ask what’s on his mind.

“U-uhm, I can give you a bath if you’d like,” he mutters, looking up at you with those big adorable eyes of his. You beam, nodding.

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You carefully undress and lay yourself into the prepared bath, your lover sitting on the edge of the tub. He turns towards you, hesitates, then scoops water into his hands, carefully trickling it down your hair. He’s very awkward in his motions, almost nervous that you’ll tell him he’s doing it wrong. Though you suppose he’s never really washed hair too often, as he doesn’t have any. Cutie. “Just relax darling, I’ll take care of you for once,” he soothes, massaging shampoo into your scalp. You resign into his hands, feeling his careful fingers caress your delicate head. He gives you a gentle peck on the forehead. He wipes his mouth on a nearby towel, as you happened to have shampoo in that spot. You giggle, feeling the man stress about such a calming activity. He tends to do that sometimes, but you know he’s working on it. The water fills with suds as he carefully scoops water down your hair, making sure to wash most of the shampoo out. He wipes the shampoo off your forehead this time, giving you another kiss. He then squirts conditioner into his hands, combing it through your hair. Whenever he encounters a knot, he carefully untwines it—which is a little difficult, as his hands are slippery from the conditioner, but he tries his best. He hums gently, a slow version of Rises the Moon. You know he loves that song. The water is warm, and his hands are gentle. You are comfortable and content. All your worries of work are forgotten, melting into your lover’s kind hands. You look up at him and smile, seeing the face of your beautiful boy concentrate on making you happy. Your beautiful boy, all yours. He washes the conditioner out of your hair—though, with how bubbly the water is, you’re sure there’s still some in there. You sit up from the bath, turning around to cup Pim’s cute little face in your wet hands. You softly kiss him, pulling away only after you feel him relax. “Thank you baby. I love you,” you soothe, watching him smile.

“I love you too, my darling. I’ll always be here to take care of you,” he responds, coming back for another kiss.

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Bowling fun with the Smilers!!!!

~900 words

Featuring all Smiling Friends (except Smormu) and their s/o’s!!

You were invited to Mr. Boss’ “boy-bonding-and-also-s/o’s-time!!” (he tried his best on the title) at the bowling alley, Bowlin Bowlin Bowlin Bowlin Bowlin (they probably didn’t try their best on the title). At first, it was going to be just the Smiling Friends, but Pim begged for you to come along. Luckily, all the Smilers like you, so it didn’t take much convincing. Especially if it meant Glep and Charlie could bring along their girlfriend/wife. Anyways, Mr. Boss wanted to take a day off after all the adventures your boyfriend and his coworkers have been on, and “what better way than the bowling alley!!”. You’re not the best at bowling, but figure you’ll have fun regardless. You put on your best “bowling outfit” (a cropped button-up with dogs driving airplanes, along with a pair of soft brown jeans) and head outside to meet your boyfriend, who’s in his car.

He waves at you while you approach, smiling his big stupid smile. You stop just short of the passenger door and cross your arms. He looks at you quizzically before remembering: your tradition. He giggles and hops out of the car, running around it to open your door. He curtsies with his imaginary skirt. “My darling, would you do me the honor of joining me at the bowling alley this evening?” He grins under his bowed head. He’s attempting a British accent, but surprisingly he’s really bad at it. He ends up a mix of Australian and Southern. “Why of course my good sir,” you say, also feigning a British accent. “‘Twould be my pleasure to join you at such a fine establishment!” You take his outstretched hand, which leads you into the passenger seat.

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You find Mr. Boss and Allan in lane 12 of B.B.B.B.B. You are exactly on time, as Pim hates being late to activities. “HEY GUYS!! ITS B.B.A.S/O.T TIME!!!!!” Mr. Boss shouts at you two so loud it echoes. “You do no-t have to say t-ime if t-ime is in the ac-ro-nym,” Allan groans. “Hey Mr. Boss!!!” your boyfriend shouts back (not nearly as loud), jumping up and down. You just wave awkwardly. Glep arrives soon after, along with his beautiful wife. You’ve always been slightly envious of how pretty she is, but Pim sings your praises so often it’s easy to forget your envy. You all enjoy mediocre pizza the place serves as you wait for Charlie to arrive.

And wait.

He comes around 34 minutes late, girlfriend in tow. “Sorry I’m late,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I was just reading a realllly good book.” Zoey gives him a look that says “that was the most terrible lie I’ve ever heard,” then goes to sit down nearby.

You guys divide into partners, as nobody wants to play in two lanes. The order and group names go as follows:

Charlie_iz_amazing - Charlie + Zoey

Confetti Cannon!!! - You + Pim

Allan + Mr. Boss - Allan + Mr. Boss

Hjhsdhdhdj - Glep + Marge

You question the name choices of your lover’s colleagues, then decide you’re not much better.

After many rounds of gutter balls and Glep rolling down the track a couple times, Mr. Boss taps you on the shoulder. He whispers something in your ear, but it’s so quiet you didn’t hear him. You just nod and hope you picked the right social cue. He steps away from the lane—you think he’s telling you to follow? You have no idea what you just agreed to. You look back, seeing that Pim is still working on getting Glep out of the ball, and follow Mr. Boss. He leads you to an unreasonably creepy corner with unreasonably creepy lighting. He grins at you, something that makes your skin crawl. “Pim’s…s/o..hmmm…” he’s rubbing his hands together. “I have one question for you...”

“Are you enjoying the party????” The unreasonably creepy corner magically brightens. This town is so weird. You just nod and smile awkwardly, a habit you’ve picked up from your boyfriend. Mr. Boss cheers and spins in a circle. “I’m so glad!!! I called you over here because I need you to sign this contract,” he hands you a slip of paper with a bunch of stickers and other unofficial looking additives on it. “It’s an official contract that states you refuse to ever break his heart. If you do so—and he’s all down in his dumpies and unable to go about his job—you will fulfill his obligations until he is well.” You read through the contract, which states pretty much the same thing but “awl the wods awe witten wike dis” [all the words are written like this]. You shrug, signing anyways. What’s another obligation? Especially one you’ll never have to fulfill, as you could never leave the beautiful man that is your boyfriend. “Thank you for your…compliance..” he says, then disappears into the creepy corner. You turn around and reapproach the Smilers, where you find Mr. Boss already there. Glep is finally out of the ball, and it is your and Pim’s final turn. He goes first, hitting 5 pins in the right and back end. You pick up a pink bowling ball, take a deep breath, and send her down. You hit the other 5 pins, getting a spare for your team. Pim cheers, “THATS MY PARTNER!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW THEM!!!!!” He then proceeds to gutter your extra ball. Allan and Mr. Boss win (though you wouldn’t be surprised if they rigged it), one point above Charlie—who is now raging around the bowling alley with Pim attempting to stop him. You only giggle, eating your just-okay pizza and watching your boyfriend scamper about.

[shroomeimei]

Hello my loves

I am going on a short hiatus as I have not been feeling very mentally well recently and I’d rather that not show thru my work. I apologize for the inconvenience 😞

I will return soon with more Pim material, I love you guys <333

[shroomeimei]

REQUEST: Double date Crossover!!!

Featuring Pim, Kaito from Vocaloid, and YOU!!

~1300 words

Requested by my dear friend, @hy4c1nthh :>

Pim POV

You wake up groggily to little pecks all over your face. “My love,” the figure above you soothes. “It’s time to wake up, we have plans today!!” You look over at your alarm clock with blurred vision.

8am.

You groan and tuck yourself back in, hoping he allows you five more minutes. “Darling, we have to start getting ready. It’s a brunch at 10, I don’t want you being late.” He’s a big stickler for tardiness, but he doesn’t like to nag you for it. Instead, he continues pestering you with little kisses until you realize you can’t fall back asleep in this condition. You wrap your arms around the pudgy boy, making him squeal in surprise. You kiss him all over his face before gently planting one on his lips. He buries his head into your chest, flushed. God, you love your silly pink man. Yawning, you stand up and prepare for the day.

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Kaito POV

You wake up to your alarm at 9. You turn it off and flop over to see your lover, sleeping soundly next to you. You’ve tried turning the alarm on literally every possible sound, but nothing seems to wake the man easily. You shake his arm lightly: “It’s time to get up babe, you’re meeting my friend today!” He creaks open his eyes and grins, completely unaware of what you just said but smiling at your lovely face anyways.

He has entirely forgotten about your plans.

You get him up and dress yourself: a pair of leggings and a wine colored button-up with little polka dots, along with a simple flannel to keep you warm. Kaito is attempting to dress for the occasion based off of your outfit, as he doesn’t want to ask you what you’re going to. He gives up and decides on one of his usual outfits, but in red so he can match you. He then lays back in bed, where you join him. Both of you have about 30 minutes to spare before it’s time to leave. You spend the time cuddling against his clunky outfit and giggling at the nonsensicalness of it all. He places little kisses on your forehead, and you nearly fall asleep on his chest. Well, a little more than nearly. You check the time.

9:58.

Whoops.

You drag your lover out the door, praying the two of you aren’t late.

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Pim POV

You arrive right on time at the agreed location: Polli’s Place, which is a lovely little diner perfect for brunches. The place is pretty busy, but Pim booked the reservation—which, after the Brazil incident, you made sure to tell him is his obligation—so it’s quite alright. You are seated near a window that overlooks the city. The view isn’t exactly pretty, but it’s the best view you’ll get in a place like this. You decide to sit next to your boyfriend rather than across; after all, he doesn’t know these people as well as you. You and your friend have been close since college, and reunited recently. You hope their first impression on your boyfriend is a good one. You know he’s not exactly the most “normal” looking, but you love him for that. You look at his outfit, a fuzzy sweater with little kitty faces on it and a pair of jeans (as usual). Cute. You’ve worn cream colored jeans—with little kitties to match—and a dark green sweater. Just as you’re about to start meaningless conversation, your friends arrive. You wave, pretending not to notice their slightly disheveled appearance. “Hey guys!! This is Pim, we’ve been dating for 4 years now,” you say, smiling gently at the two. “And this is Kaito!! We’ve only been together for about five months, but I felt it was right for you to meet him!” your friend says, giddily bringing your boyfriend in for a hug (which he reciprocates). Kaito watches this, then goes in to hug you. You giggle at his awkwardness and hug him back. “U-uh, I brought these for you,” your boyfriend says, handing the two a small gift bag. Your friend opens it, and gleefully yips as they pull out a grouping of beaded blue and brown bracelets. “I wasn’t sure what colors you liked, so I went with what I know about him,” gesturing to Kaito. “Though I’m not a big fan of anything so I just went with colors…n-not that you’re a bad singer!! It’s just..” he begins a small rant of mumbles. You squeeze his hand comfortingly. He tends to do that a lot when he’s nervous, and you love him for it. “I love them!!! Thank you so much!” your friend graciously replies, giving him another hug. They hand one of them to Kaito who puts it on, elated at the kind gesture.

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Kaito POV

You slide into the seat across from your friend, Kaito in tow. You wished you had remembered your gift for them as well, but decide you’ll just give it to them next time. You all take your time to look at the menu, your boyfriend so overwhelmed by the choices that question marks appear by his head. You look over to the people across from you, who seem to pay it no mind. After all, they live in a town of weirder shit.

You pick turkey bacon and orange juice, while Kaito orders taiyaki. Pim appears to have ordered a mini pepperoni pizza for the two of them to share. You feel as though most of these aren’t really brunch foods, but you don’t really care.

“Sooo, how’s everybody’s day??” your boyfriend asks.

It’s 10am.

The day has barely begun.

He’s not great at small talk.

“My day’s been AAWESOME!! Thanks for asking, how’s your day??” Pim responds, slightly less nervous than earlier. You pick up on an accent from the fellow, but you’ve never been good at distinguishing them. Kaito grins wide at his response, and gives the man two thumbs ups as a reply. You’re in love with an adorable idiot, but apparently so is your friend. You give Kaito a little kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush profusely in surprise. Now both the idiots are pink.

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Pim POV

After eating your meal and yapping, you realize the waitstaff is hinting for you to leave; suppose you were laughing too loud. You pay the check and head to the park, Kaito driving everybody. You decided to leave the car back at the diner and pick it up later, as you’d prefer to stick together. Your friend sits in the front while Pim holds your hand in the back. Your friend talks to their boyfriend about nothing in particular, him responding mainly in head nods, beeps, boops, and bops. You think he’s a little odd, but you don’t really care. Though, he’s playing country music, which you do care about. Occasionally you’ll hear Pim singing along quietly, as he loves (what you consider to be) terrible music. You lift his hand and plant a kiss on it, causing him to stutter in his singing. Cute. You whisper a request to get ice cream after. He nods enthusiastically, squeezing your hand.

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Kaito POV

You arrive at the park, noticing that it’s fairly desolate of kids. It’s 1pm, so you figure the children are still in school. You and your friend both sit at the bench, catching up on everything and nothing. You notice your boyfriend seems to be standing in the middle of the park, unsure on what to do. He locks eyes with the swings, and you watch him sprint over and beat a kid to the last swing. He’s next to Pim, who is swinging his little life out; though his legs can’t reach very far past the seat. You giggle watching the two, one completely confident in his swinging skills and the other well.…less so. You love his awkwardness in literally anything new. It’s what made you fall for him in the first place. You look back at your friend, surprised at the difference in personality preferences when you two seem to be the same person. They seem to have reached the same conclusion, and you both laugh at the two boys swinging their hearts away, content with how both your lives turned out.

[shroomeimei]

LIGHTS OUT!!!!

Pim is afraid of the dark

~800 words

It’s your first month living with your lover, whom you’ve dated for around 2 years now. You’ve had thunderstorms all week, which has been making calls for comfort more common for the Smiling Friends. Which has been exhausting your boyfriend. Which he refuses to show. But you notice anyways—after all, you care for the man heavily. You can only assume Charlie and the others are taking it just as hard, but you’re glad you can at least keep one member cheerful.

He returns home around 10pm, bags visibly under his eyes as the rain pours and pours. “Mr. Boss wanted us later today, calls kept coming after hours,” he mumbles to you, waddling over for a hug. You bend to his level and embrace him, feeling him relax into your arms. At least somewhat. You lead him to the table, where you’ve prepared some beans and rice. Most things left to eat are canned, as you prefer not to go out and buy groceries in the downpour. He eats slowly, his brain seemingly focused elsewhere.

“I heard the thunder is supposed to be pretty bad tonight, we might lose power,” you inform him, watching his grip tighten on his spoon.

“Is that like, a definite thing or..?” his eyes dart around the room, before landing on the night light in the bedroom. You can just barely see its shine from where you’re sitting, but he’s staring like it’s a lifeline.

“Is everything okay? You seem..” you reach for his hand, which he pulls back. “Everything’s fine,” he smiles his big, awkward smile. But there’s something in his eyes that’s different. Panicked? You don’t push; better he tells you when he’s ready.

You both finish your dinner and head to change to pajamas. Just as you’re pulling up your bottoms, lightning strikes. As the thunder rolls, all the lights suddenly go out. Including the nightlight. You hear a shriek, then a thud. You grab the flashlight Pim begged you to keep in your nightstand and scan the room. You find a huddled boyfriend on the floor across from you, trembling. “Pim??”

He looks up at you, eyes wild, before running at you full speed. You still don’t have your top on, so you don’t bend down when he comes to wrap himself around your leg. You hand him the flashlight as your eyes adjust to the darkness, allowing you to finally finish putting on your pjs. He scans the flashlight entirely around the room, not missing a singular nook or crevice. Finally, after scanning around three times, he loosens his grip around your leg slightly. You bend down to his level, which makes him tense again.

“Are you afraid of the dark, my love?”

He nods into your leg, tears beginning to prick his eyes.

“My poor baby. My poor poor baby boy.” You pick him up, allowing him to grip your sides while carrying him to the bed. He scans the room with the flashlight once again, as the change in position frightens him. He’s fully shaking now. You lay down on the bed, letting him gently cry into your chest after his scans.

“It’s okay my love. You’re safe, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere my baby,” you whisper, gently rubbing up and down his back. “You’re safe.”

“I don’t know why I’m still scared,” you hear him mumble through his cries, which are now loud, fearful sobs. “I don’t know I don’t know..”

“I’ve got you baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe,” you repeat, letting him ramble through his sobs. He’s never opened up like this to you. You feel a sense of relief grow in your chest, because despite his pain and fear, he’s finally comfortable enough to share this with you. You always figured he had this fear—with the nightlight and everything—but you never knew how deep it ran. Now, with the pink boy cradled in your arms, you know. He grips you tighter as the thunder crackles outside, his sobs falling like the rain.

Suddenly, the lights all come back on, the thunder still rolling outside. You suppose the power outage is over, feeling the man relax into you as he flips on his side on top of you to see the lights. His cries slow, his body still tense (but less so). His little pink hands paw for you, gently kneading your arm like a kitty. You only smile, gently kissing his head. He looks up at you, sniffling, his eyes red and teary. He gives you that awkward smile again, smaller but genuine this time. You gently kiss him before he looks back down, his cries slowing to a stop. You notice that the night light has also come back on, and consider shutting off the main light for easier sleep. But with your boyfriend sleeping soundly on your chest, you decide to put his comfort over yours. So you tuck into (mildly uncomfortable) sleep, your lover forever grateful for your kindness.

And, yes, you called in sick for him the next day.

[shroomeimei]

Don’t be afraid to send in suggestions!! I love writing for others :>

[shroomeimei]

HEADCANONS!!1!!!

Been a busy bee recently so here’s some filler :)

Okay I love you bye

~☆ Sleeps with socks (💔) and underwear and nothing else

~☆ Really into “coworker” music (Charlie’s tried putting him on metal or literally just ANYTHING ELSE, he didn’t like it)

~☆ Plays either violin or piano. Has his own specialized piano seat that he can slide down easily as his arms are short

~☆ Love language is gift giving and quality time!! Loves following his friends and you around

~☆ Will look you in the eyes while discussing something, as he gets scared you’ll stop paying attention :(

~☆ My little pony FANATIC

~☆ Really likes those sparklers you get on 4th of July, will sometimes buy them in like November just because he wants to see them sparkle

~☆ Watches FNAF YouTube tutorials but does not play the game (not the gameplays, just the tutorials where they give you tips and stuff)

~☆ Animal anomaly. I firmly believe he has no animal he was based off of, but instead the amphibian family in general. The doctors say his liver is in his right foot.

~☆ Attempted to use Twitter and got hatecrimed and doxxed

~☆ Keeps even his worst enemies unblocked, just in case they need someone to reach out to

~☆ Really enjoys Marvel, specifically Deadpool

~☆ Knows your favorite things off the top of his head. Sometimes will rehearse them to himself when he thinks you’re sleeping

~☆ Always wanted two kids, a boy and a girl, but is very flexible

~☆ Loves you with his whole entire being and then some (this is CANON btw NOT a headcanon because I say so)

[shroomeimei]

Valentine’s Day Date!!!!

With Pim Pimling!

There’s a masc and fem version (no difference except clothes + pronouns), each ~1000 words :>

Good morning guys ily <3

FEM VERSION

You wake up to the sound of hushed giggles and shushing sounds coming from your bedroom door. You shut your eyes, pretending to sleep as your husband and toddler come sneaking into your room and end at your bedside.

“Good morning, darling,” your husband whispers, attempting to wake you up before your child shouts: “MAMA!!!! LOO (look) MAMA!!!!” He’s jumping up and down, lightly shaking the room.

You yawn and stretch, acting as if you have just woken up (to not spoil the moment). “Hello my loves,” you groggily say, before noticing the array of treats in front of you. Pancakes, with syrup Pim clearly let your son pour (or rather, drown). Along with a box of chocolates and a little stuffie of [favorite animal]. You look up at your husband and child, beaming. “Thank you for the breakfast everyone,” you ruffle your kid’s messy hair. “You did great!!” You hand Pim his own presents, being a little version of Mr. Boss and a bouquet of flowers. He kisses you as a thanks.

After a good breakfast-in-bed of sharing soggy pancakes with a 20 month old, Pim informs you he has a whole day planned out. “I picked an activity I hoped you’d enjoy!! And they have a kid’s corner!” He wrings his hands, still as nervous as when you first met him. Cute. You dress your child for the day: a button-up white shirt with little daisies on it and a pair of pants you magically managed to keep on (though he does keep attempting to tug them off). You put on a short light green dress (one Pim got you after he saw you looking at it) and pants, along with a jacket (it is winter, after all). Pim appears to have worn a long-sleeved sweater with little hearts all over it. Cute. He's outside defrosting the car when you finally drag your toddler out of the house, his light pink body wriggling out of his coat.

Your husband is driving; you have no clue where you’re going. Plus he loves it, his seat pushed all the way up in order for him to reach the pedals. You got this car specifically for him, as it was the only one on the market that could push that far up. He was so excited when you showed him, he hugged you and cried. One of your favorite memories. Now, he grins at you as he parks the car. You don't recognize the area, but you trust he chose something not-evil. He opens the door to a building, a smell of paint and clay washing over you. "Welcome to John Balon's Pottery Studio!!" a man (you can only assume is John) suddenly appears. "Kiki will be helping you today," he says, gesturing towards a purple boulder with googly eyes. “She’s our most skilled artist!” You both sit at your designated pottery station, your son having been ushered to a little coloring nook nearby. You sit at a wheel, awaiting instructions, or even just clay. Suddenly, a blob of clay appears in front of each of you. Kiki’s googly eyes (though that might just be her face?) shift slightly, and her wheel starts spinning. You each find the button to start the wheel.

“Apron.” You hear a whisper from behind you, a feminine voice. There’s no one in the room but you, Pim, and Kiki. You look at Pim, who looks equally bewildered, haltingly following the instructions given.

“One guard hand. One form hand. We make bowl,” the whisper…whispers. You shrug and decide to just go along with it; there’s been weirder things in this town. The mildly terrifying voice of Kiki (?) leads you through the steps of making a bowl on the wheel, hers forming perfectly. You don’t ever see her hands though, it’s as if they’re invisible. Yours turns out slightly wonky, with a divot somehow having formed at the side. You look to your left, Pim seeming to be hyper focused on his bowl. His looks pretty much professional, his movements and demeanor highly methodical. You look over at your son, mindlessly doodling on the designated “doodle wall”.

“Clay must dry. One day dry. Paint tomorrow.” the voice informs you, Kiki not having moved from her indent in the floor. You wash your hands of clay, snap a picture of your son drawing, and go to greet your husband. “Could’ve been better,” you hear him mumble, his bowl literally sparkling it’s so perfect. His bowl is breaking the laws of…everything. You give him a soft kiss on the head as he washes his hands, then go and pick up your son. “Mama!! Loo i draw!!” he says, pointing at his miscellaneous scribbles. You ooh and ahh as he points out which scribbles are you, “papa”, him, and “kiiiiki”. You wonder how he learned her name, but don’t pay it much mind.

You bid your goodbyes to John (?) and Kiki, and Pim drives you all to your favorite coffee place, the Cercropia Moth Café. It’s a sanctuary of moths that roam free in their gardens, in which they’ve placed tables where you can enjoy their desserts. You order your usual, a pain au chocolat and a cup of earl gray tea. Pim orders assorted chocolates for the table and an apple juice with a silly straw (he likes what he likes). You order your son, who is waddling around “aventure”-ing, an apple juice as well.

“Thank you for the day, my love. I really enjoyed spending time with you,” you say, sipping your tea.

“Of course darling, you’re always working yourself so hard. I hope you had the chance to breathe,” he responds. And you did.

You three hang out: drinking your respective drinks, carefully catching moths and showing your son, and heavily considering adopting all the moths (your lover convinces you out of it). You head home, and spend the rest of the day watching horrible cheesy rom-coms with the two other parts of your soul.

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MASC VERSION

You wake up to the sound of hushed giggles and shushing sounds coming from your bedroom door. You shut your eyes, pretending to sleep as your husband and toddler come sneaking into your room and end at your bedside.

“Good morning, darling,” your husband whispers, attempting to wake you up before your child shouts: “PAPA!!!! LOO (look) PAPA!!!!” He’s jumping up and down, lightly shaking the room.

You yawn and stretch, acting as if you have just woken up (to not spoil the moment). “Hello my loves,” you groggily say, before noticing the array of treats in front of you. Pancakes, with syrup Pim clearly let your son pour (or rather, drown). Along with a box of chocolates and a little stuffie of [favorite animal]. You look up at your husband and child, beaming. “Thank you for the breakfast everyone,” you ruffle your kid’s messy hair. “You did great!!” You hand Pim his own presents, being a little version of Mr. Boss and a bouquet of flowers. He kisses you as a thanks.

After a good breakfast-in-bed of sharing soggy pancakes with a 20 month old, Pim informs you he has a whole day planned out. “I picked an activity I hoped you’d enjoy!! And they have a kid’s corner!” He wrings his hands, still as nervous as when you first met him. Cute. You dress your child for the day: a button-up white shirt with little daisies on it and a pair of pants you magically managed to keep on (though he does keep attempting to tug them off). You put on a light green button-up (one Pim got you after he saw you looking at it) and pants, along with a jacket (it is winter, after all). Pim appears to have worn a long-sleeved sweater with little hearts all over it. Cute. He's outside defrosting the car when you finally drag your toddler out of the house, his light pink body wriggling out of his coat.

Your husband is driving; you have no clue where you’re going. Plus he loves it, his seat pushed all the way up in order for him to reach the pedals. You got this car specifically for him, as it was the only one on the market that could push that far up. He was so excited when you showed him, he hugged you and cried. One of your favorite memories. Now, he grins at you as he parks the car. You don't recognize the area, but you trust he chose something not-evil. He opens the door to a building, a smell of paint and clay washing over you. "Welcome to John Balon's Pottery Studio!!" a man (you can only assume is John) suddenly appears. "Kiki will be helping you today," he says, gesturing towards a purple boulder with googly eyes. “She’s our most skilled artist!” You both sit at your designated pottery station, your son having been ushered to a little coloring nook nearby. You sit at a wheel, awaiting instructions, or even just clay. Suddenly, a blob of clay appears in front of each of you. Kiki’s googly eyes (though that might just be her face?) shift slightly, and her wheel starts spinning. You each find the button to start the wheel.

“Apron.” You hear a whisper from behind you, a feminine voice. There’s no one in the room but you, Pim, and Kiki. You look at Pim, who looks equally bewildered, haltingly following the instructions given.

“One guard hand. One form hand. We make bowl,” the whisper…whispers. You shrug and decide to just go along with it; there’s been weirder things in this town. The mildly terrifying voice of Kiki (?) leads you through the steps of making a bowl on the wheel, hers forming perfectly. You don’t ever see her hands though, it’s as if they’re invisible. Yours turns out slightly wonky, with a divot somehow having formed at the side. You look to your left, Pim seeming to be hyper focused on his bowl. His looks pretty much professional, his movements and demeanor highly methodical. You look over at your son, mindlessly doodling on the designated “doodle wall”.

“Clay must dry. One day dry. Paint tomorrow.” the voice informs you, Kiki not having moved from her indent in the floor. You wash your hands of clay, snap a picture of your son drawing, and go to greet your husband. “Could’ve been better,” you hear him mumble, his bowl literally sparkling it’s so perfect. His bowl is breaking the laws of…everything. You give him a soft kiss on the head as he washes his hands, then go and pick up your son. “Papa!! Loo i draw!!” he says, pointing at his miscellaneous scribbles. You ooh and ahh as he points out which scribbles are you, “papa tuu (two)”, him, and “kiiiiki”. You wonder how he learned her name, but don’t pay it much mind.

You bid your goodbyes to John (?) and Kiki, and Pim drives you all to your favorite coffee place, the Cercropia Moth Café. It’s a sanctuary of moths that roam free in their gardens, in which they’ve placed tables where you can enjoy their desserts. You order your usual, a pain au chocolat and a cup of earl gray tea. Pim orders assorted chocolates for the table and an apple juice with a silly straw (he likes what he likes). You order your son, who is waddling around “aventure”-ing, an apple juice as well.

“Thank you for the day, my love. I really enjoyed spending time with you,” you say, sipping your tea.

“Of course darling, you’re always working yourself so hard. I hope you had the chance to breathe,” he responds. And you did.

You three hang out: drinking your respective drinks, carefully catching moths and showing your son, and heavily considering adopting all the moths (your lover convinces you out of it). You head home, and spend the rest of the day watching horrible cheesy rom-coms with the two other parts of your soul.

[shroomeimei]

The Virus (feat. Pim)

An outbreak of a virus that nearly leads to the apocalypse. Well, until you show up.

~1300 words

VERY ANGSTY!! YOU ARE WARNED!! The next story will be happy I pinky promise

Key

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The virus first began four years ago, nicknamed the Poko Disease. A widespread epidemic of what appeared to be cold-like symptoms that lasted for months on end. Really, it was only a slight annoyance. A vaccine was released quickly, and was surprisingly cheap for how in-demand it was. You saw no point in getting a vaccine for a cold (especially one you never caught) so you never did.

Everyone else? Sicker. Sicker. Sick. The news headlines were wild.

NEW VACCINE FAKE!!! POKO DISEASE VACCINE NOT APPROVED BY FDA!!

The crowds rioted. The world screamed. But there was nothing anyone could do. With no cure in sight, people got worse and more contagious. Populations plummeted. Dead bodies lay out in the streets, no one left to clean them up or even remember them.

Well. Apart from you.

You worked as a school janitor for Linsburg High School for the past 3 or so years. When the outbreak first began, schools closed and you were out of a job. Your qualifications left you as a street cleaner, which at first meant you get to use that really cool big machinery. Now? You get a shovel, a truck, and half of a will to live. Your pay is pretty high though, as you seem to be the only worker who hasn’t died from the infections (yet). It kinda does weird you out that you’ve survived this long without getting any symptoms. You shrug it off; bigger things to worry out to be honest. You shovel up the last body of the day—wincing as you realize it’s a kid (too rotted to see the gender)—and go home.

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Your home phone rings, a rare occurrence. You pick it up, hoping for a sense of normalcy through the expected scam-message.

“Ahem.. babe..?”

“Oh hey Pim, what’s up??”

“I’m at work and I’ve had a revelation. Can I uh..run some tests on you?” The phone quality is so poor, your boyfriend almost sounds Scottish.

“Me?? Why me??”

“You’ve lived the longest out of all the street cleaners we’ve had. Something’s special about you. Actually,” he clears his throat, his tone appearing more nervous. “I think you might be our cure.”

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You arrive at Pim’s job, Cecil Labs, sporting the cleanest clothes a corpse-cleaner could have. It appears to be a re-worked hospital, one that probably shut down after people piled in. The doors open, a faint smell of hospital and rot emanating from within. “Hello??” you say, as the building looks empty. Perhaps it was a scammer after all.

“H-hey!! Sorry sorry I was working in the back,” you hear, before noticing a familiar pink blob come running into the room. He looks up at you, those lovely eyes of him filled with more glee than you’ve seen since the outbreak.

“It’s alright, what did you need from me?” you ask, stepping closer to him. He scratches the back of his neck (does he have one?) nervously, beckoning you into the back room.

He walks you down a narrow corridor to what used to be the break room. There, an operating table has been set up. Various medical tools stand nearby, right next to the coffee machine and broken refrigerator. You walk up and sit on the operating bed. You wonder if there’s even a point to him putting on his proper medical equipment, but he does anyways. He pulls out a pretty small needle: “I’m just going to test some of your blood, okay?” he says gently, waiting for your confirmation. A very polite man. You nod, and he gingerly grabs your arm and inserts the needle, pulling out just a small amount of blood. You don’t watch (though you’ve seen worse). He thanks you, and places the blood into a Petri dish and then sends it in what looks like a re-worked planar [it’s a woodworking machine if ur too lazy to look it up]. “It’ll take about an hour or so before they give us the results,” he says, awkwardly. “I’d rather you stay here or nearby so I don’t lose track of you.” Your stomach gurgles in protest, the thought of waiting an hour for your dinner fills you with dread. You turn your head to look at the pink man.

“You wanna come with me?”

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You open the door to your apartment, hoping he doesn’t notice the smell of death. He does, but doesn’t comment. You walk through your living room, not caring to take off your shoes anymore. Little human things like that were long abandoned; everything is covered in dirt and death. You turn around to beckon your lover, only to see him removing his shoes. An oddly polite gesture. You suppose your habit of picking up spam calls is similar—holding onto humanity however you both can. You lead him to your kitchen, pulling out a pack of (mildly stale) crackers and a can of tuna. You offer some crackers to him, and you share a can at the table. “Thank you, you’re so kind,” he mumbles slightly, embarrassed. “You don’t see a lot of that anymore.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” you say, noticing his blush. Though, it’s a little hard to tell, as his whole self is pink. You study him a little more. He is rather cute in an odd way. His uneven eyes give him a certain charm, and you see his little scribbles of irises often change. They always thicken when he sees you. A trait that drew you to him when you first began dating. You see his phone buzz, his eyes going wide (if even possible) as he studies the message over and over.

“Everything okay?” You probe lightly.

He looks up at you with shock and glee. “You’re an exact match. You are exactly what we need.” His eyes begin tearing. You grin, standing from the table and embracing him. You kiss him softly, however he doesn’t feel as relaxed as you’d expect. “What’s wrong?” He sighs, looking anywhere but you. “I don’t know how much of you we’d need. I don’t wanna put you through all that testing…I don’t wanna see you get hurt or tired or..” he begins rambling slightly about the side effects and dangers. You kiss him lightly on his forehead: “It’ll all be okay, hon. It’ll all work out fine.”

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A couple months pass, a time of new routine. Wake up, work, head to the lab, lose blood. Lose blood. Lose blood. Head home. Eat all the food the government provides you—you are their only hope after all. Meat. You can’t even tell what kind of meat anymore. Do you care? Does your brain work enough anymore to care? Your boyfriend tries to be supportive and care for you, but he’s so busy with his work. You still love him dearly; you probably wouldn’t continue your helping if it weren’t for him.

Speaking of the Devil, Pim creaks open your front door. You’re laying on the couch, your fridge having moved to the living room as you can’t walk very far very easily. He approaches you, a new look in his eyes that vanishes as he gets closer. “Hey baby,” you smile weakly. “How was work?”

“It was. Fine. Do you need water or anything?”

“I’m okay my love.”

He kisses you on your forehead, sitting next to you. “Have you eaten your food?” You groan, the thought of more meat making you nauseous. He grimaces at your reaction. “We’re almost done, darling, it’s almost over.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I have no blood left to give.” He winces at that, the look in his eyes returning. Guilt? Sadness? You can’t tell. He gives you little pecks on your face, making you giggle feebly.

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“Pim?” you whisper from the operating table.

No response.

“Am I going to die.?”

He doesn’t look up from His notes, that unreadable expression you saw last month reappearing suddenly. You hadn’t seen it in so long. Or maybe you just didn’t notice. Couldn’t notice, in your condition.

“We just need a little more,” He exhales, writing in His papers.

You’re too weak to leave the operating table now. He feeds you from there, spoonfuls of vitamins and occasionally meat when you can chew it. He never looks at you anymore. He hasn’t looked at you for the past few weeks, too afraid of what He’s done.

“Can you look at me?”

No response.

“Can you look at me? How you used to?”

He looks up. The scribbles of His eyes are thin.

You shut your eyes, your weak mind succumbing to your fragile body.