Fatherâs Day
I finally got it done @shamedump ! This did not need a whole hecking year to be typed up. BUT ITâS DONE AND IâM HAPPY ABOUT IT.
Sorry if I made your boys ooc;;;;
Chalk Pastels stared up at the ceiling littered with glow-in-the-dark stars and planets. She let out a hmm as she continued her contemplative stare in the semi-dark room.
âWhatâs something that he would like I wonder?â Chalk murmured as she laid in her ink puddle, her âstar bottleâ was clenched in her hand. Shaking the bottle resulted in the dark murky ink-like substance lighting up like a starry night sky.
The child then mulled over what she knew about her adoptive father so far. Chalk knew that he loved stars, that much was evident from his gift to her for her birthday as well as his interest in her star bottle. She had observed that he also enjoyed music, having heard that he made the CD that played at her party. Unfortunately she never dabbled in music, despite her Ink parent being the Guardian of creation for the Multiverse she originally came from. Chalk also knew that Dusty loved reading since it helped him. How it helped him, Chalk wasnât certain, but he had been teaching her how to read in hopes that it helped her the same way it helped him.
Clicking her tongue, she briefly mused the idea of making a request to her friend, Shine, to make her Papa, Dusty a bottle similar to her own âstar bottleâ. The idea was rather ideal⊠yet it didnât hold the same value as making it herself. Chalk was an artist, but she had no knowledge of how the bottles were made. Furthermore Shine did inform Chalk that the star bottles took quite some time to make. Time that Chalk didnât have to make her gift and have it be ready on that special day⊠so she needed to think of something else, but what?
Still pondering various ideas she sat up to think more about what sort of gift her Papa would like. Chalk tilted her head and crossed her arms, deep in thought about what she could do. Continuing on the idea of music⊠she knew Rhythmic would help her make Dusty a CD of music. The XBeat child would be more than willing to help her since Chalk was one of the first friends he made. She then pondered what sort of music did Dusty even like? There was no way of knowing unless she asked him or her Uncle and Chalk wanted this gift to be a surprise.
Chalk paused on that thought. âDoes Uncle Spooks know what sort of music Dusty enjoys? MmmmâŠ. He might⊠butâŠ.â The girl looked over at the Calendar on her wall. Remix had given her a digital calendar that would change depending on what day it was. It also had important dates scheduled in it. Music took a while to create, at least, thatâs what Rythmic told her⊠which meant she was back to square one. She needed to do something for Dusty that was from her, obviously, but that was not feasible within the time limit.
âI mean I could draw something for him, but thatâs so boring and unoriginal.â Chalk huffed, unaware that her Uncle Spooks had entered the room. âAnd I refuse to do something as unfulfilling as that.â
The specter tilted his head and flew over to his niece. âIS SOMETHING WRONG CHALK?â Spooks queried softly in an attempt to not startle his niece.
Chalk flinched, jumping up and whipping towards her Uncle, puffing up like a small frightened kitten. Unlike her previous uncle, Spooks was much more friendly and kind towards her. Seeing that he failed in his attempt to not startle his niece caused Spooks to frown in disappointment.
Seeing who it was calmed her down, but she then noticed the frown. Inwardly scolding herself Chalk smiled brightly at her Uncle. âSorry Uncle Spooks. I was deep in thought and I didnât hear you come in.â The girl explained as she returned to a sitting position.
Spooks nodded and returned her smile replying. âOH! WELL IâM SORRY FOR STARTLING YOU. I HEARD YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF AND I WONDERED IF I COULD HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING?â
Chalk blinked tilting her head as she pondered on that thought for a brief moment. Should she askâŠ? Might as well, itâs not like she had any other source to go off of. âWell I was thinking about making a gift for Papa for Fatherâs Day, but I donât know what.â She sighs and rubs her skull, partially out of habit and partially due to her nerves. Chalk was always more skittish than most children thanks to previous experiences.
âI know he likes stars and books, but I donât know what sort of books he likes and just drawing a measly little pictureâŠâ Chalk pauses and shakes her head.  âI donât think thatâs good enough at all! Not for Papa at least⊠I⊠I want to make something that heâll like and something that would help him? I was also thinking about some music, but I donât know what sort of music he likes and then I realized that it would take a while to make some music that he would like anyway...â The child puffed up a little, but deflated just as quickly as she wrung her hands together.
Spooks floats closer to his niece and reaches out to cup the girlâs cheeks. âCHALK DEAR⊠THIS MAY SOUND CLICHE, BUT YOUR FATHER WOULD LOVE ANYTHING YOU GIVE TO HIM AND ANYTHING YOU GIVE HIM WILL HELP HIM.â
Chalk looked at him doubtfully, but nuzzled into his hands. âHow would it help Papa?â
Spooks smiled and bobbed in the air a bit before nuzzling his head to hers replying. âIT WILL HELP HIM BECAUSE IT WILL REMIND HIM THAT HE IS LOVED BY YOU. YOUR GIFT WILL BE SPECIAL BECAUSE NOT ONLY WILL IT BE MADE BY YOU, IT WILL BE THE FIRST EVER GIFT HE WILL RECEIVE FROM YOU, HIS DAUGHTER.â Spooks moved his head away from hers as well as moving his hands away from her cheeks.
Chalk nods and grabs one of his hands, eyeing the bright, roughly sewn stars on the back of his gloves with slightly dimmed eye lights. She began to trace the yellow hand sewn stars with her thumb, Chalk stubbornly replied. âI want it to be more than a reminder⊠I want him to be able to use it and that it could help him that way.â Chalk paused to look at her uncle, her eye lights returning to their original brightness, yes she appeared concerned and she adds. âDoes⊠does that make sense?â
âYES DEAR NIECE IT DOES.â Spooks answered using his free hand to rub his chin as he pondered on something that his brother could use. After some time Chalk released Spooksâ hand and stared at the specter. Eventually Spooks snapped his fingers and an idea came to mind.
âAH YES! WHY NOT MAKE HIM SOMETHING OUT OF RESIN? SOMETHING LIKE A WORRY STONE THAT HE COULD WEAR?â Spooks suggested, grinning as he noticed that Chalkâs eye lights lit up brightly.
âThatâs a really good idea!â Chalk chittered happily then frowning as she glanced over at her resin molds. âBut now⊠what should I make him? You suggested a wearable worry stone⊠basically⊠but would he like a bracelet or necklace? What textures does he even likeâŠ?â Chalk sighed and looked down at the ink spot on the ground while tilting her head.
At that Spooks chuckles and floats over to the molds she has. âWELL I CAN GIVE YOU AN SUGGESTION IF YOUâRE OPEN TO THE IDEA?â
Chalkâs gaze then follows her uncle. Standing the girl walked over to the molds and spreads them out for her uncle to see. Spooks stared at the molds wistfully, remembering his love for making things when he was alive and able to do so. Gingerly the specter picked up one of the molds. Running his thumb over the molds he states âSANS LIKES SLIGHTLY RAISED BUMPS LIKE THIS. NYEH HEH⊠WHEN I TRIED TO COMBINED HIS FAVORITE THINGS TOGETHER THE BUMPS WERE ALWAYS SLIGHTLY TOO LARGE⊠OR THE COLOR WAS OFF. HE LIKES A FEW DIIFERENT COLORS, BUT THE ONE I WANTED TO MAKE FOR HIM. I DONâT QUITE RECALL THE NAME.â
Chalk had scooted up closer to Spooks staring at the molds curiously. She soon returned to a sitting position, her arms wrapped around her knees as her multicolored eyes changed rapidly from her blinking. The specter turn to his niece and placed the mold in her hand, before poking the temple of his skull in thought.
âITâS LIGHTER THAN ROYAL PURPLE⊠I GET THAT NOW⊠ITâS MORE PINK EVEN.â Spooks explains, knowing that the Ink-dust child would have an idea of the color he was describing. His eye lights look to the girl to see that there was a small contemplative look on her face.
Chalk did have an idea on what the color was, but she tilts her head. âWhat other colors does he like?â
âBABY BLUE... IF I RECALL.â
âAh⊠I see.â Chalk nodded at the quick response and to herself. It made sense why Spooks chose the color he did. âIt sounds like you were describing Lavender as one of Papaâs favorite colorâŠâ It was then that Chalk realized how eerily quiet it was, making her worry the end of her sleeve. âWhatâs Papa doing anyway? I havenât heard him move at all.â
Spooks tilted his head. âOH⊠YOUR PAPA IS JUST READING DEAR. ITâS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. JUST SOMETHING HE PICKED UP FROM MAGE. READING AND LEARNING SOMETHING NEW HELPS HIM.â Dusty was reading about Ecology in order to help some of the Horrors with their garden as well as aiding mage with the landscaping for castle grounds.
Chalk blinked, appearing puzzled before snickering. A light pastel rainbow blush appeared on her face as she replied. âI canât believe I asked a silly question like that. Of course he would be reading. He loves books!â Chalk just had one of the biggest âDUHâ moments of her life. She shook her head and rolled her eye lights at her own forgetfulness. Chalk then tilted her head.
âOh by the way⊠Not trying to be rude, but why did you come up here anyway?â The girl queried as her stomach rumbled, which only served to deepen the blush and made Spooks bob in the air happily.
âWELL I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT I CAME UP HERE FOR TWO THINGS. ONE WAS TO CHECK ON YOU, YOUâVE BEEN AS QUIET AS YOUR PAPA AFTER ALL AND I WAS WONDERING WHAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE FOR LUNCH! NYEH HEH HEH!â Spooks joyfully replied, a large smile plastered on his face.
Chalk couldnât help but grin herself. She put her hands behind her head, much like a certain protagonist from a game called Kingdom hearts. âI donât have anything specific in mind anything is good.â Her stomach growls in agreement.
âOH? WELL THEN IâLL GO SEE IF DUSTY WANTS ANYTHING SPECIFIC THEN!â Spooks turned to head out when he heard Chalk stand and felt her arms wrap around him.
âSorry! But I canât let you leave without saying thanks for your help. Oh and the color you were thinking of⊠I think itâs lavender.â Chalk purred hugging Spooks to her chest and nuzzling his head.
Spooks purred and patted his nieces arm. âYOUâRE MOST WELCOME DEAR AND YES! YES THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT! THANK YOU FOR INFORMING ME. IT WOULD HAVE DRIVEN ME BONKERS NOT KNOWING THE NAME!â Spooks grinned and restated the name of the color. âLAVENDAR! NYEH HEH HEH!â
Chalk released her uncle and turned to look at the mold he gave her to use. Spooks, energized by the hug zipped out of the room to go speak to Dusty.
After Spooks left Chalk walked over to her resin tool box and perused through her resin dyes and mica powders. With an idea in her mind she was ready to make her first ever gift⊠to Dusty, her new father.
A few days later Chalk looked at the gift satisfied with her and Spooks handiwork. Chalk purred in excitement as she pulled a piece of string through the hole at the top of the necklace and placed it into the bage her uncle had made for the occasion. The girl was still learning how to read and write properly, so she had Asked her Uncle to make the gift bag, which he gladly agreed to do. The Fatherâs Day gift was done and ready to go all that she needed to do was wait for the day to arrive.
Which wouldnât be long seeing as how it was today.
Chalk peeked out of the door down towards the couch where Dusty was sitting. He wasnât reading and just sat there. Though⊠to Chalk it appeared the her father might be napping. Slowly Chalk moved out to the railing to get a better look. At her movement Dusty turned his gaze to her. In truth he had just been reflecting over what he had read in his ecology book that Hex had leant him when Chalkâs movement made him notice her.
It took Dusty a moment to say something, having noticed the bag in his daughterâs hand. Chalk seemed happy about something. âheya kiddo⊠whatâs up?â
Instead of replying Chalk walked down the stairs and held the bag out to him. Dusty blinked in response and slowly took the bag from her. âwhatâs this now?â
âHappy Fatherâs Day.â Chalk replied softly. Dustyâs grinned softened as he took a closer look at the bag. He noticed he brotherâs handiwork in decorating the bag as well as Spooks handwriting. It did indeed say Happy Fatherâs day.
Dusty looked to Chalk then to the bag. Spooks was hovering nearby , eager to see his brotherâs reaction. âYOU CAN OPEN IT YOU KNOW!â
Dustyâs glanced at his brother and then to Chalk once again before opening the bag and reaching in for the item, his eye lights widening as he was what it was. Dustyâs eye lights softened a bit as he looked over the gift.
The worry stone was in a tear drop shape. It would be easy to grab when Dusty needed it. The necklace had a smooth center like most worry stones, however there were some slightly raised bumps from the center of the piece to the edges. The stone was shiny and almost glass-like in appearance and a very lovely shade of lavender.
Dusty ran his phalanges over it, scarcely believing that such an item was his now. His SOUL was being filled with the good kind of love as he slipped the string over his head. He was happy, though not quite surprised to find that it was the perfect length. Chalk mustâve observed where he grabbed at his shirt to get the length correct. Dusty looked at Chalk and grinned, opening his arms to hug her, to which she readily hopped into.
âDo you like it?â Chalk queries looking at Dusty with a worried expression.
Dusty reassured his daughter by purring and nuzzling her head. âlove it.â
Chalk in turn purred like a loud kitten as she nuzzled him back. âI wanted to make you something that you could use yâknow?â
Dusty chuckled and hugged her tightly with one arm, the other rubbing over the worry stone necklace. âthanks sweetheart. i love it i really do.â
Spooks floated down to rest on the arm of the couch, also purring from the joy he sensed from his brother and niece. Chalk curled up in Dustyâs arms, continuing to purr loudly as she watched Dusty run his digits across the gift she (and Spooks) made for him.
Dusty was still nuzzling Chalk, but he had an eye light on the gift. He might not deserve this in the slightest bit of the word, but it was his⊠and if he could make Chalk happy then he would do all he could to guide her the best he could.
Thatâs what Fathers were supposed to do after all.
