(ONLY A COUPLE CHAPTERS BEFORE THE END OF THE BOOK!!)
A new position opened up in the pizza plex, guess who got the gig? Your job is to follow everything they need from you. To be in suit for anything they need done.
You've never liked being.. A le...
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CHAPTER 14-
— Moon watched you leave the daycare. He didn't say a word. Not to you, not to Sun. Definitely not to Sun. The second the doors shut, Sun wouldn't shut up about Xaiver. That's how Moon found out. He needed time to think. To. . . Figure this all out.
A bit later, Sun stayed quiet as well in Moons' mind, Sun decided there wasn't a need for Moon to know he was there, listening. It was better this way. He needed to pick Moons' mind, and he needed to understand it better if they were to agree on anything.. and talking, clearly won't do that. Sun maayyyy have gotten a bit... too— antsy to share the news with Moon, but... he wouldn't keep that silent. There's no point.
Right now, there was a strange barrier between the two, one full of tension, and both of them were aware.
People only have one favorite.
You could only have one favorite.
They would rather share, as they both want you, and you loving the both of them only gives you more reason to stay... How could they do that-?
Moon finally started around the daycare, cleaning, and picking it up, bit by bit. "Too many employees. . . Too, too, many." He hissed, he was cleaning the table then, but as all your talking recollected in his thoughts, his hands flexed, a loud squeak rang out, as his claws dug into and started to tear the wood. "It... was almost perfect. Of course, until some of us started getting.. popular." Moon trailed out slowly, dragging his hand across the table. Once reaching the other side, he stopped; he was starting to get an idea.
"I can't do anything about you, can I, Sun?" Moon dropped the trash bag, finding his way back to the desk, it almost scared Sun, thinking he was known, but if he didn't stay silent, he wouldn't have realized Moon wasn't actually talking to him. "But aalllll the others. . . Yes, I think I can fix this." Moon tentatively picked up the pen you were using, and he held it close, "You wouldn't mind, right? You've encouraged me before. . With that. . Mechanic. Maybe you were just upset. Or. . ." Moon watched the pen, it was your pen. It was only used by you, and you had it every day. Something must've been wrong if the thought pissed him off as much as it did. "-Maybe you just need someone to do the dirty work for you." His eyes narrowed, as the metal shifted into a scowl, "You'll thank me later," his grip tightened, the plastic shattering, and the tube torn, he dropped it onto the table, before it could've stained him. "-You will, I know it... Because at the end. . . You'll be begging for us too." — ♤ Sun waited until Moons' system went cold. Then Sun left the balcony, approaching the desk and scrubbing the pen ink down, "Messy. . ." He muttered, over, and over again. Moon made the messes. Sun cleans it up. . . . Moon makes the messes. . Sun can clean it up. Make it all go away. He'd get a role to play. . . And you'd favor him, won't you? He'd be the nice one. Sun stared down at the desk. A broken pen. A broken you. Pathetic, weak, unwanted, yet so so easy to keep all to himself.
