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This was not how you wanted to spend your day off. All you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and catch up on your shows, maybe do some light reading. Instead, you had been dragged out to the Summer Fair that Ebott hosted every year. Who had dragged you out here against your will? Two of your roommates and friends, Fresh and Paint.
“come on, homegirl. you know this place is da bomb.” Fresh tried to convince you, skating next to you on his Heelys.
The man loved the shoes when you showed him your old pair and desperately wanted his own. So, when you had come home with a pair in his size as a surprise, he declared you to be his human. He even gave you a ring pop to signify this. Then cried when you ate it.
This was all for dramatics, however. The walking neon sign didn’t understand most emotions even though he could now feel them. You had been there when Fresh had had an anxiety attack over the new development.
“I just wanted a lazy day… Where did Paint go?”
“we lost him somewhere between the face painting booth and the photobooth.”
Of course. He could have told you he wanted to stop there instead of making you worried. Now, you had to back track to find him. Though, that wasn’t difficult. The man was seven foot four and, oh yeah, a skeleton. If you couldn’t find him there was a serious problem.
“Let’s find him and go home. We’ve been here all day.”
“sure thing, lovebug.”
“No! Do not start with that again!”
All Fresh did was grin at you as he followed you back through the crowds. That was his favorite nickname for you. Mostly because it annoyed you and some of your other roommates. The little shit disturber.
“...something on your mind, boo?”
Sighing, you stopped walking and thought about what Fresh asked you. You had been on edge for a couple of weeks now and it was affecting your mood. As it did every time you got close to one of the alternate versions of yourself. It was easy to ignore on most days, but whenever you would get in close proximity to each other it was more difficult.
You could always feel your connection, reminding you that this was not your home. You did not belong here. Your friends always tried to take your mind off of these thoughts or try to reassure you that you did belong here. If you didn’t then you would have just been erased from existence. And wasn’t that just a scary thought…
But, you were also the only human from your world to end up here. You had been so alone when you first showed up here. No friends and no family. However, there were upsides. Like the freedom you now had. You also had the ability to help Monsters. Not to mention you now had true friends.
“MUSE, FRESH!”
Smiling at an excited Paint waving you both over, you could definitely see there were still bright days in your stormy life. You just wished that that burning feeling in your Soul would go away.
“you feeling her again?”
“Yeah… she must be here as well.”
“you’ve been getting those feelings a lot more often lately.”
Unfortunately, that was true. Sometimes you wondered if it would go away if you met your other self. Although, would she even believe you if you told her that you were… well her? She might think you were crazy. Then again, she was you, so she might believe it and just ask you a bunch of questions.
“MUSE, YOU MUST LET ME USE YOUR FACE AS A CANVAS.” Paint declared with a smile as he now stood in front of you and Fresh. Ah. Seems the face painting station had sparked a new inspiration within the skeleton.
“Sure. But we should get you the proper supplies for it. I think there’s some at the craft store.”
Seeing Paint’s smile grow bigger helped push your depressing thoughts to the back of your mind for the time being. Stopping at the craft store on the way home was a welcome distraction and an overall fun time. You watched your two goofballs have the time of their lives before trying to reel them in (mostly Fresh, honestly) before you three got kicked out. Finally getting home, you were surprised to see the house clean and dinner on the table.
“hey, kiddo. Paint called and mentioned that you were having a rough day. so, we all pitched in to give you an off day from the house work.” Dance filled you in from where he was sitting on the couch.
“That’s… Really sweet. Thank you.” Taking a seat next to Dance while Fresh and Paint put away their new toys, you leaned against him. “Where is everyone else, anyways?”
“tango went with remix and mashup to check out this new twenty-four hour gym. dj and samba are doing laundry.”
“DJ is doing laundry?” You asked, rather shocked that the lazy skeleton could be bothered to spend the energy to do anything besides dancing.
Taking a moment to think about it, the dancer gave a light chuckle before throwing an arm around your shoulders. “come to think of it, he’s probably sitting back and giving his bro unhelpful pointers instead of helping.”
“That sounds much more like him.”