FINALLY DONE WITH PART 2!!!!!!
The next day, I do what I’d usually do in the mornings. Nothing too interesting, more so stressing about “what ifs” in my head. Then, I notice something. There’s a coin on my bedside table with the flower’s face on it. Darry, was it? No, Dandy, that’s his name. That guy creeps me out, quite a bit so. Too nice, trying too hard to be friendly to the point that he seems ominous. I grab the coin, staring at it in confusion. I flip it, catching it in my palm to see the tails side. Someone that I don't recognize is imprinted on the metal, a clock of some kind. I threw away that coin. I don’t know why I was so put off by it, but anything relating to that damned flower rubs me the wrong way. I decide to go on a walk to clear my head, considering that I don’t have another show planned yet. Everywhere I go, I keep seeing posters for other people I saw, a few I know, and some I didn’t get to see whatsoever. Unfortunately, for every normal poster I see, there’s at least three posters of Dandy hung up. Then, I stop. Hung on the wall, I see a poster for Sprout. I immediately get the same feeling I did while staring him in the face, but this time, I don’t bother catching my tail. It says “Bake memories with Sprout!” on it, his smiling face plastered on the poster. I stand in place, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to wrap my head around why I'm reacting like this. It’s just a picture, why do I feel this way? I’ve only had one interaction with him, and I already seek another. I quickly realize how dumb I must look standing here, staring at a poster like I'm about to kiss the paper, so I continue walking. My attempts to forget that coin certainly worked, but I find my mind wandering back to my encounter with Sprout. I can’t seem to get him out of my head now, as if my brain refuses to let go of his image. I wasn’t ever told about this kind of emotion, I wasn’t briefed on these warm, fuzzy feelings. Maybe that lamp gal can help me, she seems smart! Well, the glasses make me think that. I saw her in the library during the tour, hopefully either her, or something in the library can explain what this is.
After a while of wandering around, I finally manage to find the elevator. Stepping inside, there doesn’t seem to be any buttons, marked ones, at least. I decide to just press one and pray, the elevator lurching downwards around me. I look around the elevator, seeing a weird mechanism in the floor, made of pure, solid steel with a warning label on it. The label shows a hand being stuck into some gears, being crushed by them. The image makes me slightly sick to my stomach, my mind wandering to if that was MY hand. By the time I start hyperventilating, the elevator abruptly halts, the large doors slowly opening. To my luck, I guessed correctly, the library being on the other side of the doors. A few toons are waiting for the elevator when I get to the library, particularly three. Two I recognize, being Scraps, and Boxten, both people I met on the tour. But there’s one more whom I wasn’t introduced to, someone I saw on a few posters. I don’t recall her name, being a short fossil lady wearing a dress. Scraps greets me with a pat on the back, which makes me jump slightly, and walks past me into the elevator, Boxten following without greeting me. The other toon seems to be staring at me, which makes me a tad nervous. I make a slight waving gesture, to which she grabs my hand and shakes it. I sharply inhale at the sudden contact, which she seems to take note of, and immediately backs off. Before she can introduce herself, the elevator chimes, and she rushes in before it closes, leaving me alone in front of the elevator platform. After about a minute of trying to process what just happened, I look around a little bit, taking in the cozy atmosphere. I finally step into the library proper, being a bit intimidated by the sheer amount of bookshelves in front of me, all of which being taller than me by a considerable margin. There’s a few more toons scattered around, none of which I was introduced to. On one of the walls, in a nook of some kind, there’s a spot where a poster is supposed to be hung. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot who I'm looking for.
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT :D
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