Marie's Return, part 1/2
It was a beautiful day outside and Élodie was enjoying her walk to work with her best friend. Marie had been her roomate at the faculty and they had been nothing but very close, even after Élodie left for a cheaper place to rent and sleep in. Élodie knew things had gone sour between Marie and her older sister. Yet her human friend depended on said sister for everything and was unable to leave her. As Marie told Élodie, the woman had horribly killed both of Marie's lamias, Sucre d'Orge and Spade, without reason and as a true lamia enthousiast, Élodie did feel bad for her friend. Knowing her situation, there was no way the monster girl would think of selling another bitty to Marie, as heartbreaking as it was, but she hoped that seeing them at the store would cheer her up. Angel's store was a big and modern one. Now selling a lot of different bitty types and already preparing to sell some more, it was the size of a huge mansion, built in one too but with most of the inside walls being razed down. The whole thing was a lovely white color- one of Angel's favorite and had a lot of ergonomy and gain of space thought in. From afar, the whole thing seemed outrageous- but welcoming- brand new- but ancien- weird- but functionnal. A oxymoron in itself. As a kid that had lived in a big house, Élodie loved to work in one, now that she was stuck in a 4 on 4 meter room to live in. Felt like memories. As she entered, she noticed two things. First, one of her colleagues had already arrived and did the opening- which was great, it wasn't an easy part. And Angel wasn't here. Which was also great. The -kind of human vibes but she really looked like a demon so truly she didn't know- woman had the habit of messing with her employee by selling the bittys herself and- this was- frustrating to say the least! Cause. You know. When you're paid on what you sell through the day and need that money, your boss stealing your sales isn't a good thing. That was actually rotting Élodie's relationships with her colleagues, competition being rude. As Marie entered the shop for the first time, she did nothing but coo over the baby blue and papy areas near the cash register. She loved baby blue as her favorite breed and those one were so adorbs oh my gosh how could they be so- "It's because we ordered them with bigger eyes." Shrugged Élodie with a smile. "I have the cleaning left to do." A furious glance to her colleague leaving her the worst part followed then she turned back to Marie again. "You're able to do the Soultime. Just don't go near the Fell lines or the venomous lamias, alright?" Élodie was a monster girl that could be trusted, so she indeed went to cleaning while Marie went right into her favorite pen and soon was harrassed with a swarm of little blues praising her own beautiful blue eyes, her long curled locks and stuff. Being unfamiliar with the fake compliments, she thought they were genuine and said to praise her loveliness, whose, to be honest, Marie's sister was failing to do those last months. "You're all so-" She definitely said adorbs ten time and tried to think of another synonym but failed. "So something!" The blue eyelights started shining even brightly. "I wish I could just take all of you home with me!" A chorus of gasps followed. "YOU'RE TAKING US ALL WITH YOU???" Saying that while in their pen wasn't a good idea and soon she was buried under overjoyed manipulative little shits like a kid under the beach sand when their parents don't want any more fuss. When Élodie came back to check, she was actually horrified. She helped her friend back out of the playpen while baby blues were having a tantrum because 'evil liar didn't adopt any of them!'. Some were actually crying anger tears. Seeing her friend sadly confused, Élodie's soul hurt in her chest. She mumbled. "We... we do have some rescue pygmies in the backroom. Since you're familiar with the breed... Go play with them? The cleaning's done, we're opening the newcomers." Marie's eyes went as wide and shiny as the baby blue's, to the point the monster girl began doubting her
friend wasn't one in disguise. Would actually explain a lot of things.
"You're receiving gifts?!" Yes. Definitely a baby blue in disguise. Or maybe fifty of them under a coat. Marie let out a laugh. "So... Sorry. Dumb joke. But I wanna see! Please!" Knowing what just happened, letting Marie near any boxes of samples of new bittys wasn't the bestest idea in the world. Élodie bite the inside of her cheek with her pointy and sharp Fell fangs, thinking. "Please stay at my side. Don't do anything dumb. Please?" She pleaded. They went helping another of Élodie's colleague who was struggling with the first wooden box. What was inside was labelled as 'SlayBelle's Shitty Bitties' but no more indication of what it was exactly. Thanks the stars, they had received a flyer some days prior so they more or less knew what the breeds consisted of. Needless to say a shiver of something that could be called... Fear ? Maybe. Run through the back of both employees. Marie just cooed as she rushed to the now opened box, revealing three cardboard boxes of Jellybeans. "Oh... Oh no." Marie turned to her friend, showing her the Papyrus-type bittys. "The poor one! Why haven't they got any limbs?" Puppy eyes. Check. Crocodile tears? Check. Something common for a Jellybean, yes, but if so, why all of that was on Marie's face? Élodie sighed. "They are sold as is. Something about people pitying them and buying them faster." "I... I could take some of them home." Marie negociated. "I don't think my sister will know. I know they'll never find a good home if I don't help them now!" "Yes. That exactly what I said. Congratulations, you've been manipulated." "But they'll eventually throw them away when they'll get bored of taking care of them! I'm their only ch-" Élodie stopped listening. Maybe bringing Marie here wasn't a good idea. She was a good friend, really. Perhaps it was the tragic loss of Spade and Sucre d'Orge that was messing with her head. "Next box is Li------ WOW." Élodie cried, terrified of any accident that could spilled from that. "Marie, dear. Pal. Love. My bestie!" The monster girl panicked. "What?" Answered her friend. "Just take this box of Jellybeans to the pygmys in the backroom and come back in ten minutes, okay?" Marie shrugged. "Okay." Yes. Crisis averted. Élodie definitely did not wanted her friend to bond with a Licorice. Licorice were edgys... being more edgys. The idea was... She really did not know anymore but Angel told her to sell those to clients in need of some 'reassuring' presence in their lives. They were ugly, possessive and prone to 'punish' their owner when thinking they were 'cheated on', whatever that meant for a bitty and- the wooden box opened, revealing only one tazmania devil in a steel cage. Yes. They smelled horribly as well. Or maybe it was just that one. "Why taken so long ta open' fuk face?!" Said an outraged voice. Élodie leaned near the box for her gaze to meet the bitty's. It stared at her. She stared at it. And she closed the wooden box lid on it. "I'm not selling that shit."
Her colleague laughed. "Don't worry. I'll sell it. More cash for me."
