《So Long & Goodnight...》Part 6: Post Private Patchwork
Advertisement
2:30 am, Edgar was walking towards his apartment alone. He listened to the echoes of his footsteps in the night as he felt the rapid beating of his heart. He was in a sweat, looking exhausted and squeezing his chest as if he was on the verge of collapsing. In his scarf he carried something. It was green and soft, covered in holes and tears. Reaching his building, he tried breathing deeply as he slowly shuffled towards the elevator. He stood in silence, glancing to his left, expecting someone to stand there. He then picked up the Spike plushie from his scarf and stared at its damaged face. Nervously, he looked around in the 4x4 foot chamber and sniffed it.
"Huh..." he whispered awkwardly to himself. He hugged the plush tightly.
The elevator doors opened to an unexpected sight. He was taken aback when he came face to face with his neighbor, the bratty undead Emz. She stood there, staring in bewilderment at the unusual sight of the local edgelord clutching something cute. Edgar stared back with dilated pupils like a deer in headlights. It wasn't too long before Emz had shifted from confusion to hysteria.
"HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOSH, THIS IS HILARIOUS!!" she burst out laughing.
Edgar wanted to play it off with anger like he usually did, but something in him choked him from bursting out.
Suddenly, she pulled out her phone. "This is too good NOT to post!"
"W-wait hold on!" Edgar reached out in a panic.
However, it was too late, as Emz showed him the photo posted on her social media. Edgar stared back at himself clutching a stuffed Spike while reaching forward in terror. All life drained from his face as he buried himself in the plushie and groaned.
"Wait a minute..." Emz pondered, staring intently at the doll. "That plush is veeerrryyy familiar..."
Advertisement
Edgar then became red and tried to escape the situation. Emz grabbed him by the scarf and looked down at him smugly.
"Noooo, don't tell me... Is that Colette's?" she asked, menacingly.
"W-whaaaat? Noooo..." Edgar said, clearly lying in the roll of his eyes.
This proved ineffective. "Oh Ed, don't lie to me. I've seen it in her many lame posts."
He was almost offended at the use of the word "lame," but was cut off.
"Wait! Does that mean you finally told her?" she asked in curiosity.
"I-it was an accident! I didn't re- WAIT!" he interrupted himself. "How do you know that!?"
Emz placed her arm around him. "Oh Eddie, we're practically roommates, I know everything about you!" she said while making a hole shape with her other hand.
Edgar looked in petrified anger, but quickly rebutted. "Tch, like your little crush on Poco is any less obvious."
The dramatic zombie struck a pose in shock with an open gasp. "OH! How dare you use that against me!? Don't tell anyone!"
"Too late, hag, you've done me dirty." he chuckled. "Buuuut... I couldn't care less anyways."
"Touche..." Emz said in a drastically different position, slapping Edgar in his behind towards his room.
Edgar walked backwards while yelling. "Hey! Maybe I can wingman you with Poco now?"
"Sh-shut your mouth!!" she said, turning red as Edgar ran off laughing.
Quickly, he locked himself in his apartment. His room wasn't any bigger than Colette's, but it was definitely different. The room was lit by a single ceiling lamp, revealing the pitch black painting on his walls. His floor was made of hardwood, littered with many crumpled balls of graphing paper. His walls did have posters, only they were in fewer numbers and of his favorite rock bands. As he entered, he made sure to move his King poster to cover the hole in the wall. He had a simple wooden closet, holding various gloomy attire, his uniform vests, and a makeup set in the bottom drawer. His desk wasn't as decorated as his partner's but it too was covered in crumpled pieces of failed love notes and songs. His bed was dark and empty, but he crouched down to reach underneath it. Edgar pulled out a large set of boxes, which housed an intricate sewing and knitting set. His scarf helped him lift up the heavy equipment as he violently swept his desk clean. Edgar was quite talented in sewing, he had to be if his main weapon was a scarf.
Advertisement
An unfinished poncho sat in his sewing machine.
"Sorry, but I've got something important to do?" he said sarcastically to the inanimate cloth.
He removed the cloth and placed Colette's Spike plush on the table. His scarf foraged his sewing set for spare black buttons and green thread as Edgar analyzed the doll. He pulled out measuring tools and graphing paper as he measured what he would need to repair it. Edgar proceeded to spend the entirety of his morning fixing Colette's beloved plushie. He started patching any tears on the main body, starting with the arms and working his way up its body. The flower atop its head was on the verge of breaking, so he made a quick effort to prevent it. He left a hole in its back for him to replace with fresh and softer stuffing. After patching up the body, he went on to repair any cuts or holes in the clothing. With yellow string he gave its purple vest a new butterfly stitch. The pants were intact, but he chose to sew it into the doll to prevent it from falling off. Lastly he searched hard for the perfect button to match the other in size and type for its eye. Edgar worked hard until dawn to fix it.
6:30 am. "Finally, it's done..." he exclaimed to himself in exhaustion. "Hmm..."
He looked around once more before giving the plush a kiss on the forehead. "Ugh, I can't believe I just did that..."
He banged his head on the desk, only to be awakened by his alarm. "Oh crap! Work!"
He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still a mess.
Advertisement
The Great Ruler
The Great Thousand World. It is a place where numerous planes intersect, a place where many clans live and a place where a group of lords assemble. The Heavenly Sovereigns appear one by one from the Lower Planes and they will all display a legend that others would desire as they pursue the road of being a ruler in this boundless world.In the Endless Fire Territory that the Flame Emperor controls, thousands of fire blazes through the heavens.Inside the Martial Realm, the power of the Martial Ancestor frightens the heaven and the earth.At the West Heaven Temple, the might of the Emperor of a Hundred Battles is absolute.In the Northern Desolate Hill, a place filled with thousands of graves, the Immortal Owner rules the world.A boy from the Northern Spiritual Realm comes out, riding on a Nine Netherworld Bird, as he charges into the brilliant and diverse world. Just who can rule over their destiny of their path on becoming a Great Ruler? In the Great Thousand World, many strive to become a Great Ruler.
8 1383THE OTHER LIFE OF ACP
This is about a fat boy who is generally average in someway, dies on a home robbery. he met god, with an unusual apperance, and was able to pick reincarnation or, transportation. he picks transportation, but was not able to pick a cheat skill, it was already picked by god. oh and i'll be updating this 1-2 times a week. like sunday to saturday. or at least i'll try.
8 168Daily Life of NEET Vampire
What does it takes to be a NEET? Sleeping from morning till afternoon. Only sleeping when the sun peeks out from the horizon. Never leaving the comfort of bed unless it's time to eat and going to have a face to face meeting with the nature. Even taking a bath will become an obstacle in life. For an entire year, stepping out from the other side of the door could be counted in one hand. This is a NEET. Well, supposedly... Specifically, a NEET is a person who is unemployed and currently not engaged to other stuffed. In short, Not in Education, Employment, or Training. NEET. However, let's add a twist shall we! Let's turn the NEET into a Vampire! A Vampire NEET! Welcome! This is the Daily life of NEET Vampire. ... (A/N: Cover Picture belong to respective Owners! This Author just found it on Google and edit it on the way!) (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
8 113forbidden thug love
when two loves find each other how far will they go to keep what they have found even if it means defying their own fathers how far will kadence and delontay go to keep their love alive both children of mafia kings who hate each other they have been told that they are forbbiden to be together but we all must remember all is fair in love and war
8 153A Suspicious Lack of Horses
World: The framework of reality. The rules which govern interaction. The dimensions within which existence takes place. Soul: Mind. The source of thought, of consciousness. The means by which reality is observed. Body: Form. The means by which one interacts with the World. The substance from which reality is formed. Spirit: Life. The connection between Soul and Body. The anchor to the World. What happens when these foundational forces are given human form? When they're confronted with the truths of human nature, of human frailty? When the evils of reality are thrown in their face and the question is asked: What are you going to do about it? Why did anyone ever think they'd need horses? I upload ~30k word chunks at the beginning of every month, rotating through each character in order. I have at least four extra chunks on my Patreon. I suggest setting your reading preferences to indent and 30 pt paragraph spacing for the best reading experience.
8 224ROYALTY ⇾ gossip girl
"She loved him and he loved her but it wasn't that simple,"[GOSSIP GIRL][01x01 - TBD]Nate Archibald x OCCarter Baizen x OC
8 121