Everyone forgot his birthday again. And he also forgot to eat.
Sch.mi.tty was alone in his apartment again, knowing that no one remembered that today is his birthday. He was sitting on his couch, with a hand resting on his stomach, and he suddenly felt it growl. Yeah. He hadn’t eaten anything yet today. He sighed.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door. He got up and opened it, and there they were; P/N, standing at his door, with a container of frosting? And a candle? Did they remember? As P/N walked in, they entered the kitchen, and suddenly slathered themself with the frosting they brought, and they placed the candle on their head. Sch.mi.tty was in shock. “You can eat me as your birthday cake if you want,” P/N said, and Sch.mi.tty obliged.
He was careful swallowing P/N, and made sure not to swallow the candle, in case it’d give him a stomachache.
After he finished swallowing them, Sch.mi.tty went back to his living room and sat back down on the couch. “Thank you for this,” he said, rubbing P/N. Meanwhile, P/N rested their hand on the stomach walls, feeling Sch.mi.tty rub them. They were glad they did this for him.
“Happy Birthday, Sch.mi.tty.”