Object Show Oneshots! (RE-OPENED)

MePad x Toilet (ANGST TEST.) FINALE

Overnight, MePad's memory was reloading off and on. He was still damaged.

His dream that night was... barbaric, to say the least. He struggled to keep track of what happened, but the highlight was Toilet dying and him . . . Standing there.

He woke up in a cold sweat. His palm was over the cat's soft head. Its purr calmed MePad immediately as he looked around. He was home... his memory reloaded for the first and final time that morning. He remembered taking Toilet ho

Toilet.

He looked to his side. Toilet wasn't beside him.

"... Shit."
He immediately lifted the covers off of him, covering the cat in the blanket completely. The cat, Sprinkles, lifted her head from under and meowed at MePad.

"...mmmrrrl?"
   He started to put on a jacket. It wasn't his professional one. For that one was damaged and stained too much to keep... point is, he burned the one he usually wore.
This new jacket was easier to put on. It slipped right on, and he'd be ready. It's good for panics like this.
He quickly punched his fists through the sleeves, and looked into the mirrior. He stroked his hair back one time firmly. No time to brush it.

   "Toilet?! Where did you-?! TOILET?"
   He searched through the living room. He looked through every corner. No matter how obscure it was. Behind the TV, under the TV stand. Whatever. MePad needed to find his {[ . . . ]}

He looked in the bathroom. The tub, cabinets, and doublechecked under the sink.

Next was the kitchen. He prayed and crossed his fingers that he was not in there, lying on the floor with a knife . . .
He was relieved to see that he wasn't in such position. But, he needed to keep looking.

He let the news play while searching every corner of their apartment. He needed to catch up, and see if anything was shown that related to yesterday.

"Reports have been alarming our news station about an attack that had happened yesterday; July 12th, 2022."

MePad stopped, immediately.

He looked at the TV, and his breathing increased.

"Mmmrrrroow...?" She rubbed against MePad's leg. The blanket still covered half of the cat's body.

"The attack was said to have taken place in a small police station near Yoyle City. There was only seconds shown into the attack before the intruder broke the cameras."
"Two individuals were staying late in the front office, when a smaller individual entered and approached them for a few frames before the cameras shut off."

[It's good to know that others watching the same channel know what happened, I suppose,] he thought.

His last choice was outside.
He slipped on his dress shoes and took quick steps outside, and onto the patio

His screen flickered and glitched for a second before showing the volume bar raise its setting. MePad inhaled and was about to yell for Toilet before . . .

   "'Ello...mepad.,"
"TOIL-OOPS."
They'd both wince from MePad's volume.

He lowered his volume and cleared his throat.
   "T. . . Toilet! You're okay!" He was lightly hyperventilating with overwhelming relief. He held his forehead for a few seconds, trying to keep his composure.

Toilet was on the lawn chair on the patio, looking ... sane, at least.
   "Yes! Yes,,im fine,"
"I was so worried..."
   "Sorry,.! I jus tt-uuum.....needed to think,,is all!"
Without skipping a beat, MePad gave Toilet the boldest and warmest hug Toilet has ever received from him.

"MePad-!!"
   "I thought I . . ."

That morning, for the first time in a long while, Nearly forever—MePad was crying.
He was sobbing. He was so . . . Scared. Yet so relieved that his {[ . . . ]} Was okay.

   "I thought you . . ."
"Mepad,,its okay,!!, im fine,,you protected me!! Thankyew,..,"

   Toilet put his palm on the corner of MePad's screen. MePad closed his eyes and leaned into his touch lightly. MePad's screen got a bit brighter by Toilet's affection.

He didn't want to let go of his {[ . . . ]}

"...Toilet?"
   "Yuh..?"

MePad moved his screen closer. He lightly clinked his screen into Toilet's mouth. The clink was like a cheers, or a toast.

"M-oh!!" He blushed lightly.

. . .
His QPP.

MePad had trouble departing the hugging and embracing that entire morning.

[FLUFFY WOOOOO I loved writing this more than I should've.]
[AND GET THIS FELLAS. I ACTUALLY PRROOFREAD SOMETHING?!?! WHOAAAAA!!!]