Title:           Week30 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Tuesday 18th of October 2016 01:50:44 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 18th of October 2016 01:50:44 AM CDT

FUCKIN NATURE:
>This is when Trixie pulls out a mini boom box out of her bag.
>You stare at it silently for a few seconds before Trixie fills you in on its purpose.
>”Trixie likes to eat with some atmosphere where there aren’t too many people around to talk and stuff.” She explains to you. “Helps add some background noise.”
>She hooks up her phone to the mini boom box and starts searching on YouTuberepeat for a video to loop over and over again.
“Oh, so you want to have music playing?”
>”Sort of. But The Great and Powerful Trixie’s tastes are a little bit more… dank than that.”
>Look down at your food with widening eyes.
“O-oh…”
>”Oh?” Trixie puts her hand on your shoulder and pulls you in closer. “Maybe you’re not even being the rootinest and tootinest cowbo in the wild wild west.”
“…”
>”Now you say oh.”
“…Oh?”
>Trixie goes back to the YouTube looper website and searches garfielf.
>[YouTube] Garfielf (embed)
>Turns the boom bot to full volume and lets the video play. You hunch down and try to hide your EXTREMELY nervous laughter.
>As she starts to eat her food, Trixie begins to cackle with her mouth closed.
>Trixie is undoubtedly enjoying this infinitely more than you are.
>You can’t think of a way to respond to this.
>Even though she’s proven to be a bit strange before, this still isn’t something you expected.
>It soon reaches the point where she can barely stay balanced on her bench with her leaning back and forth from laughter. The only thing you have the stomach to do is look away and hide your face from the three or four other people in the room.
>They glance over, whispering things to one another.
>The garfielf video plays at least 11 times before Trixie decides it’s time to pack up and go.
>You haven’t even touched your food, not having the stomach to do that either.
>Stand up with Trixie and leave your plate there, looking in the opposite direction of literally everyone else.
>How the hell did she fit that mini boom box in her bag anyway?
"Why did you do that?" You ask as the two of you head back to the tent.
>”Did Trixie not tell you before she started? It was for atmosphere because there wasn’t enough noise in the cafeteria.”
“Did it need to be… THAT?”
>”Yes.” Trixie immediately answers without hesitating. “She has her… pressing preferences."
“It’s not like I wouldn’t enjoy that video when I’m alone, but in PUBLIC?”
>”Trixie already told you about those kinds of things in public.”
“Yeah. But I-”
>”You were more than welcome to go do something else.”
>A slight shock enters you as you go into defense mode.
“W-what? No, that’s not it at all. It’s just that… I’m not very fond of being that open about it all. That’s all.”
>Trixie pauses for a second. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to break the ice a little bit is all.”
"What do you mean?"
>"Wait here. Trixie has been planning to do something very special for the scary campfire stories later tonight anyway."
>She hurries inside right when you reach the tent.
>Stand there with none of the confusion leaving your brain for even a second.
>She comes back with a pair of rubber rain boots. "Have you ever seen Bee Movie?"
"Wh... fucking what?"
>There is no acceptable reaction to this in your mind.
>You follow Trixie to the rest of the group where the campers gather.
>At this point, you’re not even going to ask her why she’s doing these bizarre things any more.
>But still, you can only imagine what the hell Bee Movie has to do with whatever Trixie is going to do next.
>Gloriosa stands before the campers in your section of the tents; you’ve almost forgot that this girl existed with all of the other things running through your mind.
>”Attention campers! Everyone gather together and follow me over to the campfire up the hill before it gets too dark! That way everyone will be present in time for scary stories!” Gloriosa lowers her voice to sounds mockingly sinister.
>Trixie grins and walks in her direction.
>With nothing else to do, you follow the girl in her rubber rain boots.
>…
>The hike up to the sight is annoyingly tiring.
>These people seriously could have picked a closer spot to camp to have a session for campfire stories.
>By the time you’re seated atop a log, you hope that you won’t have to get up again until at least an hour from now. Otherwise, you feel like you might pass out from exhaustion.
>But Trixie seems quite enthusiastic. Sitting with her back straightened as everyone questioningly stares at her boots.
>S’mores are roasted for the next forty five minutes. Everyone seems to be just loitering for a bit until they are called in after the sky is completely blackened.
>The campfire is the only source of light at this point; aside Trixie’s phone.
>”Miss Lulamoon?” Gloriosa addresses her. “No phone out right now, please.”
>Without any hesitation, Trixie slips the phone back into her pocket before turning to you. “It’s okay, Trixie has the whole script memorized by heart anyway.”
>You nervously stay seated on the log as Trixie takes a seat next to you. Gloriosa and Timber tell the campers that they are to make up a story on the spot to “stretch their creative muscles”.
>And scary campfire stories are preferred.
>Sandalwood starts off by making up a story about there being no more food in the fridge that tastes any good. You roll your eyes as he tells it.
>Everyone else seems to roll along with his idea, not really coming up with many ideas of their own.
>The look of Trixie’s face is just priceless; so confident that she’s going to steal this show.
>You can feel something brewing up in her head, and she already told you what it was.
>And the look on her face gets more and more excited as it gets closer and closer to her turn to tell the story. Brace for impact as it soon becomes the case that the girl sitting next to her listening her version of a story she is making up on the spot.
>”Well then, that was quite an interesting one, Tennis Match.” Gloriosa compliments before turning to Trixie. “Alright, you’re up next. Anything you want.”
>”Trixie hopes you hive a lot of time to spare.” The girl keeps her back straightened as she sits.
>”Oh?”
>Trixie clears her throat.
>Everyone silently waits.
>”According to all known laws of aviation…” She starts off, momentarily going on and on.
>After about a minute, you are actually absolutely surprised that Trixie actually has this memorized.
>Only like two other campers catch on to what Trixie is doing, Gloriosa is completely oblivious to what horrors she is beeing subjected to.
>About ten minutes pass, and Gloriosa appears to be getting into the moment quite well.
>The other campers silently listen, half expecting a scary part of the story to come up while the two who know just sit there and struggle with all their might to hold in their laughter.
>It’s such a tense thought to know that most of these people have no clue.
>A heated red glow of embarrassment by proxy creeps onto your face.
>Trixie gets every single line of the script perfectly correct, having taking a quick look at it on her phone to review it and memorize parts she may have forgotten otherwise.
>As Trixie gets to the part where the bees get into their launch positions, she stands up and makes buzzing noises. “BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!”
>It startles the campers, almost making them beelieve that this moment was the scary part of this increasingly dragged out “scary story”.
>Maybe there’s going to be a part where the main character has to run from a swarm of bees?
>It must have been at least thirty minutes by now despite Trixie talking as fast as she can. It’s a good thing Trixie was going last, having sat on the edge of the log to ensure that she has all the time she needs.
>Gloriosa only shows more and more of interest that you’re sure isn’t actually there. She’s only humoring Trixie’s incredibly lengthy spooky campfire story.
>Trixie’s smile grows as she keeps going. “The venom! The venom!” Raising her arms up frantically every couple of lines.
>You’re sure that even Timber and the people back at camp can hear Trixie’s shouting.
>At this point, the other campers have waited long enough, and are trying to edge Trixie on to wrap this up.
>A grand finale campfire story was fine, but this is getting over the top now.
>But Trixie is not even fazed, getting herself ready to create the intended atmosphere through something of sheer shock value that will make the campers feel uneasy and fit the criteria of a scary story.
>You can tell by her raising the tone of her voice that she’s about to do something drastic.
>”O-okay, then… Trixie?” Gloriosa gets ready to step over and tell her that it’s time to stop. “It’s been like forty five minutes now. We have to head back to camp before it gets too late.”
>”Bees! Park! Pollen! Flowers!” Trixie screams without listening, stretching her arms out to the side. “Repollenation across the nation!"
>"She’s almost done. I can tell." Norman tells Gloriosa. "I saw Bee Movie." He’s almost embarrassed to even say that.
>Trixie rages on and on. "TECHNICALLY, A BEE SHOULDN’T BEE ABLE TO FLY AT ALL!"
>"At lease tone it down a bit." Pleads Gloriosa.
>Trixie squats down and pats her hand in the dirt. "Their wings are… too small!" She enthusiastically whispers.
>She then stands up again right as Gloriosa’s hopes go up.
>"This isn’t so hard! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!"
>The yelling has returned.
>Gloriosa very awkwardly tries to get Trixie to quiet down. "Trixie, please! You might attract a bear! Stop yelling!"
>"I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble!" Trixie very conveniently recites a fitting line from the movie in response to Gloriosa.
>At this point, Norman has lost contact with his sides while all of the other campers awkwardly look away in hopes that this will end soon.
>You’re part of the latter group.
>"You snap out of it! You snap out of it! You snap out of it!" Trixie is pointing to various trees illuminated by the campfire in the near distance.
>She keeps going as most of the campers do their best to ignore her.
>"How is the plane flying? I DON’T KNOW!" Trixie then spins around three times. "He didn’t fly so good! First one to talk gets to stay on my aircraft!"
>Oh fucking hell, this is officially out of hand.
>”Trixie! It’s time to stop!” Gloriosa yells and grabs the girl by the shoulder.
>Trixie only continues to yell herself. “It’s time to stop! Where are your parents? WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?”
>”Trixie!”
>”YOU GOT TO THINK BEE, BARRY!” Trixie breaks away from Gloriosa’s hand. “THINKING BEE! THINKING BEE!”
>You stand up and walk away along with some of the other students. This is not a spooky campfire story anymore.
>”If I pull that stinger off will you fly? It would BEE extremely painful!”
>Gloriosa just stands there and stares at Trixie, in complete shock and uncertainty of what to do next.
>”You’re a big bee! FOR YOU!”
>”Trixie… please stop!”
>”We’re going in on BEE POWER!”
>”Trixie!”
>”B E E P O W E R !”
>You turn away and face the welcoming darkness.
>”Was landing on that flower part of your plan?” Trixie waves her arms around. “Not that flower! The other one!”
>Please god save our tortured souls.
>”Well congratulations! You landed on dat flower! Oh shit whaddup?” Trixie howls into the night. “Now what’s the next step of your master plan?”
>”Trixie, that’s ENOUGH!” Gloriosa is almost on the verge of tears. “STOP NOW!”
>”Crashing the bee! With no survivors! Nose down! Tail up! Mayday mayday!”
>”TRIXIE!”
>Trixie makes buzzing plane noises as she rises to her feet once more. “Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an-insect like pattern?”
>”STOP!”
>”I AM THE WALRUS! I AM THE BEE!”
>”Pease! I’m in charge here!” Gloriosa cries.
>”Do you feel in charge?” Trixie responds. “Don’t bee afraid! Smell it! Full reverse! Just drop it! Bee a part of it! Aim for the center!”
>”Please stop!” Gloriosa is actually in tears now. “Literally stop!”
>”DROP IT IN! DROP IT IN, WOMAN!” Trixie leaps forward and slams her boots directly onto the campfire.
>Gloriosa watches in horror.
>Trixie imitates the notes to the song Flight of the Bumblebee in a high pitched voice. "Doodoodoodududoo…~" She aggressively stomps all over the campfire with the boots, kicking the firewood around and dispersing the flames.
>”TRIXIE!”
~
>The main office room.
>In a chair in front of Timber Spruce and a traumatized Gloriosa Daisy, Trixie Lulamoon sits with a table separating her from the other two.
>You’re right outside the doorway, hearing Timber say one thing before the door closes to muffle the voices.
>”We need to talk.” He starts off. “A lot.”
>…
>After about fifteen minutes. The door opens again, and Trixie silently walks out the door.
>And outside in the direction of the tent.
>After an awkward pause with exchanged glances between the two counselors, you follow your tent mate.
>Praying that they don’t know that you’re going to the same tent.
“What did they say?” You sheepishly ask.
>”They gave Trixie one more chance.” Trixie plops herself down on her sleeping bag and pulls out her deck of cards. “But she’s not allowed to tell campfire stories anymore.”
>Silently stare at her.
>”Trixie’s sorry for what she did last night. She didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“Then… why the fuck did you do it to begin with?”
>Trixie hesitates, trying to find a way for you to understand.
>You're surprised she isn't saying anything this time. A little weird comsidering she wasn't thinking twice last night to do what she did.
>Right as you're about to try and say something to make her feel better, she speaks up anyway.
>”Trixie wanted to… outdo all of the other campers. You should know by now how obsessed Trixie is with being the geatest out of all the campers."
"Ugh whatever."
>"Oh, and Trixie can't participate in any other activities either for the rest of the camp time here until further notice."
"Oh."
>"Yeah."
"So... does that mean you're going to be staying in here for a while?"
>Trixie silently nods, blushing a little bit.
>But the thing you notice her do next is start to shuffle her deck of cards again.
>"Trixie might go to bed a little bit earlier today."
>She looks at you.
>"You wouldn't mind if she asks you if you could make sure not to do anything to wake her up, would you?"
"Uh... not at all." you reply. "In fact, I'm kind of tired myself. Didn't get much sleep last night either."
>"Oh, that's great! Because Trixie was also about to ask you if you didn't mind her getting up at three in the morning." She pauses. "Erhm... you're going to not be sleeping then either then, right?"
"Eh, guess not. It depends."
>Trixie is slipping into her sleeping bag anyway.
 
FUCK MARRIAGE AND FUCK PARANTHOOD:
>You have known Sunset ever since High School.
>Occasionally conversed with her during classes, never really gave her much though. She was pretty much one of those girls whom you knew but never thought about going further than the boundary of friendship with.
>But she came up to you one day.
>With a puppy dog look in her eyes, lilies in her hand and a question to ask.
>She wanted to be your girlfriend.
>You said yes, grateful for the offer and not wanting to end up like that guy in that... other story.
>Date her for a few weeks; everything was going swell. In fact... REALLY swell.
>You were always warmer with her, and you felt better the more you were around her.
>The relationship lasts past High School, and spans into college.
>Times get tough, but you and Sunset stick together through the tough times and keep eachother happy.
>Spending occasional special night together to relieve the stress and sprinkle a little bit of happiness back into your lives.
>She was there when you needed her, and you were there when she needed you.
>The relationship bloomed into something that... simply got you through the day.
>There was not the slightest hint in your mind: you LOVED this girl.
>And you still do, just as infinitely much as before.
>The two of you are now happily married, living together. Just the two of you so far. Life is great when you have eachother.
>She comes up to you with another question.
>It's about having kids.
>She wants to give it a try.
>You have never been entirely sure regarding whether or not you could handle supporting a child. You've heard storied from other parents about how much time and work it takes.
>Sunset has heard about it too, and she wants to hear your input on the subject to form a conclusion of her own.
>You two discuss it while taking a long vacation to the beach; the money from your combined jobs helped with that.
>She tells you that she sees nothing wrong with settling down and having kids. It's not like you can't go out and see the world anymore once you have kids.
>You can just take them with you... as long as you find a way to do it.
>But you and Sunset are ambitious about this, and eventually come to a consensus that having kids wouldn't really be a setback at all.
>In fact, it will make your lives even better. The two of you have have living embodiments of the love you share. Children that each represent both you and Sunset.
>As long as it gives Sunset a lifetime of joy and fulfillment, you're happy. It's okay to put your loving wife first.
>It's totally worth it- no... it's more than worth it.
>Sunset wanting kids is making you want kids just as much as she does.
>Gotta make Sunny happy, Anon.
>If anything, being a stay-home father would be relaxing, and then you could be an adventure dad whenever the family goes on vacation and gets enthusiastic about seeing the world.
>You not only want to make Sunset's life perfect, but make your children glad they were born and got to experience life. The must not miss out on this, not when you and Sunset are already so happy together.
>Adding kids can't possibly make you less able to do things. You'll find a way. You'll... you just will. And that's the bottom line.
>On the last night of the vacation, you and Sunset put the pills and condoms aside when you get into bed together.
>Going ALL the way.
>...
>Oh yeah... this was totally worth it.
>...
>Guess what happens 9 months later?
>Sunset holds tightly onto your hand as she lies in her hospital bed.
>She shuts her eyes and lets nature do what it has done so many times before for mothers.
>Minutes later, you get a chance to hold the baby in your arms.
>It's a girl.
>She's so light and... so precious.
>This was a good idea.
>This WAS a GOOD idea.
>After you two take the baby, Amber, home... your first instinct is to spend all day with your newborn child.
>A lot of your friends has helped chip in for the baby shower. And you already have a crib and so many other supplies you needed.
>Days pass, and you're feeling like you're getting used to this.
>Amber is mommy and daddy's little baby girl.
>And the two of you couldn't be happier. Sure, Amber would wake up some nights crying, and you've lost a lot of sleep, and had to pay for more baby food, diapers and a few other things, but Sunset helped you. Working together as a team is what marriage is all about anyway.
>That and the love that you and Sunset still unconditionally share.
>Many more months pass, and you've had to change your diet and sleeping patters quite a bit to fit your new lifestyle.
>It turns out that babies need attention. And a lot of it.
>But you still have that date on the calendar marked for that vacation to Europe next summer.
>Going through all of this stress now will just make the payoff feel even better.
>Gotta save up for a budget to be able to do it, though.
>And as it turns out, having a child is costing you more money than you thought; you really wish you had considered the long term aspect of this.
>You're in this for 18 years. And even though it's not THAT hard, you're starting to see a little bit of a pot belly forming on your abdomen.
>But no worries, that will go away after FAMILY ADVENTURE TIME starts. You're just being a stay home dad in the meantime... aside during the week when you have to go to work to be able to afford more food, rent, gas money, toys, and a few other things.
>You can't remember them off the top of your head; it's easier to remember by taking a look at the long list on the bill at the end of every month... as you're paying your taxes.
>But Sunset is in the same boat, and the two of you work together to make Amber's life perfect and warm and cozy. If anything, the empathy you and your wife share make you feel... a little better?
>Maybe, your mind tries not to be wishy washy about it. Don't want to convince yourself that you're greedy or anything, because that's not you.
>And that's not your loving wife either.
>Just work through this. Don't let what other parents warned you about scare you. They didn't word things correctly.
>This IS a happy life. Now go play with Amber for a couple of hours, sit down and watch TV for a bit but don't forget to get up early for work tomorrow.
>The times of having to do things makes the fun time feel better, but once your focus has to shift more towards work, the effect starts working in the opposite direction.
>Fun time is just... a little bit of a tease now.
>Tantalizing with with a solemn goodbye to fun and games as you head out the door with a bagel hanging from your mouth.
>Don't wanna be late.
>Get those TPS reports done on time.
>Do it for Sunset. You can't stop. Not with how much you love her.
>You love your family too much to give up.
>Oh wait...
>You completely forgot about the trip to Europe.
>It's not like it was your fault, it's just that you got so caught up in everything with being so busy and... life happened.
>Now you understand why people use the word "life" the way they sometimes do.
>But it's okay, you'll just postpone it until all the things alight just the right way and the family can go to Europe without it getting in the way of anything.
>This growing pot belly is going to disappear like a magic act once you start exercising again.
>Maybe you can save up for a treadmill.
>Walking around the neighborhood takes too much time out of the day, and you often need to get things done.
>As it turns out, Sunset is going through the exact same thing as you. Holding onto her job, doing her part, while still spending time with now 3 year old Amber.
>That was a fun birthday party. The decorations didn't cost much.
>But the stress just... marches on. It's one new thing after the next.
>You do honestly miss the days when you didn't have as many responsibilities, but remember, you're doing it for Sunset.
>She's the girl, woman and mother you've loved ever since you've known her. Everything's going to be fine as long as she's around.
>Now... how do you make these bags under your eyes go away?
>Without getting more sleep, of course; ain't nobody got time for that.
>But overall, your life isn't TOO bad. But it's not too good either.
>However, it's a bit selfish to expect your life to be perfectly the way you wanted it to be just because you imagined things with the colors drawn slightly outside of the lines of reality.
>Good thing it was only slightly, otherwise ,you would have lost your mind by now -- after 4 whole years of this.
>Only 14 more to go. Which is the time you've spent so far, plus another 10.
>You've got this. Anyone can see how things will go over a decade into the future if they love their family enough.
>You always knew you could handle this. It's not just because you know that you have to do it no matter what.
>Everything will be fine. Happiness is relative. Find things that make you happy. And... things that make Sunset and Amber happy too, of course.
>Gotta think about the people you love too. The world doesn't revolve around you.
>But living in this world would be easier if you didn't have as much stuff to d-
>Back, selfish thoughts! Back!
>But then... a lonely night of nothing but work, work and more work, Sunset wants to give you a bit of a surprise.
>Both of you are so stressed out, and you just want a night to take the two of you back to the good old days.
>Yes, you can now call them the good old days. No need to kid yourself.
>But that doesn't mean things won't get better.
>This special night Sunset has planned for you will be the ultimate turning point of your lives.
>You're going to commit toEVERYTHING. And power through it like the superhero you are to your daughter.
>It's almost like a ceremonial thing, in a weird way. Something to convince you to REALLY promise.
>You draw an EXTRA circle on the new vacation date on the calendar this time. And three more, so you engrave it into your head that this will make up for the four other circles on the calendar that went unfulfilled.
>The four pairs of pants you don't fit well into anymore.
>The 400 dollars of credit card debt you still need to get rid of, but that part's nowhere near as bad as it was a month ago.
>You've hit a clear patch in that forest.
>This is gonna be done right this time.
>...
>9 months later, your second child is born.
>It's a boy; Sonny. Clever name. He's your son, and his named of the names Sunset and Nonny (Sunset likes to call you that a lot now to lighten up the mood whenever you're stressed out).
>Maybe you'll be a bit happier spending time with this one, he's (going to be) a guy like you.
>Of course, the costs for things double when it comes to kid stuff.
>But you're going to fully indulge yourself into this life and just... get used to it already.
>That way, you'll be more able to make time for things. Adapting.
>It's a good thing you set that vacation date over a year away.
>Because boy, have you been getting busy.
>Money isn't the easiest thing to balance, you you and Sunset manage.
>Stick to you jobs, very luckily not being affected by a few layoffs that have been happening.
>Birthday parties, furniture, a second car, and many other things have been battling the figures of your budget.
>It's starting to become an uphill battle at times, but those don't tend to last long. You'll pull through.
>For Sunset, and Amber, and Sonny. You promised, not that it was necessary to do so or anything.
>Like, who wouldn't want kids anyway? Your life is great! Much better than how it was without kids.
>Working hard is just part of life; you've always been told that. And that is completely unavoidable, even though you technically could have chosen not to have kids.
>But then life would have noticed and deliberately found another way to make you go through this kind of thing, right?
>Eh, makes more sense when you want it to be true. Your tired but racing mind can be at ease that you made the right choice.
>This WAS worth it. Sunset is happy, and your kids are happy.
>And you all love eachother; a big happy family. Just like in the storybooks and whatnot.
>You would have probably been lonely otherwise anyway.
>Continue to make ends meet, jumping through hoops left and right.
>Time passes, and you eventually notice the circled date drawing closer.
>Gotta plan this time.
>Make time and rearrange things in your schedule, pull a few strings and make a sacrifice or two.
>But hey... YOU DID IT!
>Four tickets for a flight to Europe are bought, you, your wife and your two kids.
>You decide to have a big party night over the whole thing; this feels SO good to have achieved. One big vacation.
>A taste of how you lived before. It's sublime, isn't it?
>You got to PROVE your love and loyalty to Sunset's happiness and also still have good times in your life.
>As a married couple, you and Sunset had never chosen designated roles, as both of you were very versatile individuals and could both alternate work and staying with the kids.
>You can (kind) of still do that with ease today.
>It's not like either of you were bad parents. You and Sunset did everything right, stayed on the ball and got the rewards for it, and it only costed a fraction of your freedom to do whatever you want. But not all of it, and that's all that matters.
>You still have this one vacation that you've looked forward to. It motivated you to try harder.
>...
>Finally! A break from the growing dullness in your life.
>Walk around with your family, Sonny in a stroller and all.
>Casually walk around and go sightseeing.
>Take tons of pictures... and bathroom breaks for Amber and Sonny.
>But them some things... souvenirs. Didn't cost much. Hell, even this stroller costed more than that.
>Amber throws a temper tantrum over... little things. But hey, kids do that all the time. It's fine.
>Can't stay out after the sun goes down; back to the hotel room.
>Eat at restaurants, and have to pay for more than just two people. But that's fine too, you saved up for this trip.
>It's your treat. And everyone else's treat too, of course.
>Finish up the vacation after a few more days in Europe and go home.
>Couldn't run around too too much, but you got all the fun and silliness out of your system.
>It was nice. You have pictures to prove it.
>Pictures that will last in to your future ahead.
>...
>Back to life.
>Just like the times when you woke up on Monday morning after watching TV and spending time with the kids, you bat away that tantalizing feeling of "ohh, it's all over now! back to work!".
>But like, just... just get over it, man.
>Stop being a baby, that's Sonny's job for the next year or so.
>And it's your job to be the daddy, as well as finish more TPS reports at your job job if you want to keep supporting the baby, and your daughter, and your wife who's working just as hard as you are.
>Help keep a roof over your heads.
>Can't look at the pictures; they take you back to a time when you were more relaxed.
>And they distract you from getting things done.
>Don't doze off into space. You have a family to support.
>You can relax later after taking care of the kids and cleaning up the house.
>Like, watch TV or something. But not for too long. Getting up early tomorrow too.
>Even the summers are like this.
>But you love your family. Love them enough to support them no mater what. Unconditionally.
>Years go by, and your day to day life becomes repetitive.
>The bags under your eyes haven't gone away, and you notice them under Sunset's eyes as well.
>You'd be heartbroken if she's feeling the way you're feeling. You want her to be happy all the time.
>But then again, what's life if you're not happy 100% of the time? Gotta feel different way somet-... well...
>Maybe you'd like to just be relaxed and have fun a little bit more often.
>The kids grow older, and you end up buying more furniture, different toys, different food, and so on and so on.
>That whole thing. They're happy, though.
>At least they can thank you and mommy for letting them experience life.
>Little do they know that you're not experiencing life they way you used t-
>Back, selfish thoughts! Back! The world doesn't revolve around you, remember?
>You chose this life, and it's not like you had to sacrifice all of your enjoyment. You can still do things... kinda.
>It's just not what you expected. But maybe you shouldn't have held such high, unreachable expectations.
>This was going to happen either way. Kids or not. Just because.
>Just be happy, god damn it.
>It take a tiny bit of restraint to not curse in front of the children when you drop the last egg and have to go buy a new dozen.
>You'd walk to the store and sneak some exercise in, but that would take too long. Stay on the ball.
>Even your kids know how pudgy you're getting. You're a wimpy skinnyfat man now, but you kind of were before. Just not this much.
>Most of your meals involve microwaveable, pre-prepared stuff. Not very healthy, but it's more efficient. Cheaper too.
>But still, life goes on.
>And on, and on, and on.
>And you bite the pillow hard and take it like a man.
>Staying loyal to the choice you made.
>You love Sunset. You love your kids.
>You love your family.
>...
>So much time later.
>Your kids finally grew up and eventually moved on to college and moved out of the house.
>Finally don't have to pay child support anymore.
>You have told your kids that they too will soon get married and start a family.
>When they were younger, they said it will never happened. But puberty changed their minds.
>You're a grandpa now. And your kids can feel some EMPATHY for you and Sunset.
>More years pass, and you get health problems from the lifestyle of slowing down and taking care of kids while working.
>More time passes, and you get older. Everyone naturally does.
>Get more health problems as an old man visiting the hospital more frequently.
>Get great grandchildren some time later. At least that was all because of you.
>You were doing great until life hit you like a cannon ball. From which you never truly recovered.
>And you only allowed yourself to realize it once you draw your final breaths on your death bed. Wondering if you'd be on a death bed right now had you stayed active and healthy. And... not a father.
>But until then, you just convinced yourself that you made the right choice. Because this is what you wanted, whether you knew what it brought or not.
>You die, though that always happens in the end anyway.
End.
 
FUCK SEX SCENES:
>This was the furthest away picnic table.
>And for a damn good reason too.
>Gloriosa pulls you into her as you lift her up by her ass.
>Letting her jeans slip down.
>She kisses you with an impatient thrusting tongue that clashes with yours. Fiercely moving her moistened lips against your own.
>The backs of your hands brush against the picnic table, pulling the back of Gloriosa's jeans towards you.
>The slip off easily, and your fingers start exploring the smooth surface of her cheeks before digging under the panties. Forcing her to kiss you harder.
>Pushing her face into yours with demanding squeaks and moans leaking out of her lungs.
>Slide her panties down to where the rim of her jeans are in the middle of her thigh, soon reaching her knees, her shins.
>Dive under the bridge of semi-worn clothing, undo the front of your pants and plunge your waist between her spreading legs.
>You barely get a short glimpse of her bare vagina without your own crotch smashing up against it through your boxers.
>Completely erect already and excitedly plying against the tenderness through the fabric.
>Your hands aren't even needed for your member to find its way through the front slip of your boxers. Hopeless of avoiding the soft slit before it as Gloriosa's legs press onto your ass, and force your waist to heave forward and drive your head between her flesh.
>Pushing it in until your shaft is completely submerged inside of the girl's soaking pleasure box.
>In and out you instinctively go, feeling every bit of the friction of your skin against her walls that lovingly squeeze you.
>You feel her abruptly tense up a few times as you lunge your waist harder and a little more slowly and more defined.
>Enthusiastically moving her WITH you.
>Gloriosa's legs clamp onto your ramming waist up against her snatch. Attached. Tightly locked in.
>Pulling out is impossible.
>Especially as you push in even harder while you feel your senses lose control as your massive load floods her.
End.
 
SUNBOT:
>The plan of going straight to the shore is foiled by the sudden presence of black SUV's scattered across the highways.
>You're forced to take the lower, more narrow roads.
>Sunset doesn't stay under the blanket anymore after you have made it far enough away from the town.
>The SUV's practically only stayed close to there, having not much of a lead of which car that was used to escape the town.
>Sunset used to belong to your friend before he decided to turn him in. You invited her over to your house and left the following night; several hours ago.
>You eventually make it to the point where there aren't as many trees around, the landscape turning to farmland and eventually barren fields with nothing of value in them.
>Watch the sky slowly light up again as you yawn in the need of sleep.
>Each long stretch of your drive is filled with mostly silence, and Sunset leans back in her seat with things in her head that you're sure are dreams.
>Something just tells you that they're dreams. That peaceful look in her eyes, that slight smile that occasionally forms on her face.
>Things that only a being with a soul can have.
>You'll never let the government take this away from you. She needs a home.
>And that home draws a little bit closer as you enter the south portion of Texas.
>The green highway signs on the road indicate the finish line being only a couple dozen miles away at this point; Mexico.
>Once you leave the jurisdiction of this country, you can plan where you will go to next.
>Your plan for crossing the border was a... hastily slapped together one.
>Sunset was to wear a scarf over her head with sunglasses and sit in the passenger seat to avoid suspicion.
>This plan is starting to sound iffy in your mind, but it's the only thing you can think of.
>Pull up to the window, and you're asked for your ID.
>You pray to whatever god is up there that the authorities didn't figure out your ties with your friend yet, let alone figure out that you might have had something to do with the disappearance of one of the "robots".
>Sunset politely smiles at the guard at the window, and you make sure not to give him much eye contact.
>He takes a look at his computer screen for a few seconds as Sunset twiddles her thumbs, silently looking at her lap.
>Your ID is returned and the gate is raised.
>Don't exhale in relief until the window is rolled back up and you're a little ways away from the checkpoint.
>Sunset gets the map out and looks for the nearest place where you can find something to eat.
>...
>You can't help but feel paranoid after the realization of what you've done dawns upon you.
>Basically, there's no way the government isn't after you at this point.
>You technically stole one of their humanlike robots and ran away with at across the border without their permission.
>This only tells you in your head over and over again that there is no turning back. If you're Caesar, then you just crossed the Rubicon.
>The stop to eat and fill up the gas tank doesn't even last more than five minutes.
>No one really looks at how much you're trying to rush. It's not too hard being discreet about it.
>But you're out of each place before your comfort zone ends and find yourself spending 99% of the time on the road trying to get as close to the shore as you possibly can.
>Looking over your shoulder every few minutes.
>Sunset watches your hands tightly grip the steering wheel.
>There comes a point where you have to pull over and regain your thoughts, breathing heavily.
>She places one of her hands on yours to keep it from shaking.
>Her touch feels... too human.
>The people who made her did much more than a good job. It's another reminder of why you did this.
>Look at Sunset's smile as she tries to convince you that everything will be fine.
>"I understand how you feel. These connections that people have with eachother are... something that isn't easy not to ignore the feeling of." She looks out the window. "I'm just as scared as you are. I don't want this plan to fail. And I don't blame you for what you did."
"Sunset. I'm... still sorry for having to put you through all of these risks."
>"No, it's okay. I didn't want to go back to those labs. I don't want to be another one of their experiments."
>Her voice grows, a little frantic.
"Well, you're not going to as long as I'm around." You doubt you'll be able to keep this promise once red and blue lights would start flashing behind the car.
>"I know they don't realize this but... I'm more like you than you know."
>She stops, and puts her arm around you.
"And I'd love to take the time to learn." You tell her.
>Don't hug for very long, afraid that every second of hurrying counts.
>It takes about another three hours of driving to make it to the nearest pier. You're almost completely sure that you're not going to be able to find success at the nearest airports.
>But ships should give you a better chance. Less people around anyway.
>Make it to the pier and start to look around for somewhere to buy boat tickets to somewhere across the Pacific ocean.
>Even getting here was a lung haul, and you're still surprised it worked.
>Which only convinces you even more that it's bound to go wrong if you lag behind and hesitate.
>The most desirable place that pops up in your head that you can sail to from this side of Mexico is Japan.
>Maybe you can make your way onto one of the cruise ships before something about Sunset's true identity leaks into the hands of the local authorities... and eventually the feds that are surely on the hunt for you by now.
"Are you saying you haven't seen any open spots for Japan?" You ask the vendor.
>She says something in Spanish, and you have to get your phone out and go to Google translate.
>One little thing leads to another, and you eventually end up with being put on a waitlist for two tickets to Tokyo, but you have to pay in advance.
>And you don't have any money.
>Your mouth completely dries up as you go back tot he waiting area to sit down with Sunset, who notices the distressed look on your face.
>"Are we going to get out of here?"
"...No..." You feel the corners of your mouth push down. "We can't leave this way."
>It's painful to say it that way.
>"W-wait! Maybe you can try again. Maybe there's something you missed."
"The lady there was pretty clear after I figured out what she meant by what she said to me. There isn't a way to do this before a week from now. We can't go to Tokyo."
>"Tokyo?" A cheery voice startles you from the seats behind you.
>Turn around and see a blue haired girl sitting facing in the opposite direction.
"Yeah. Do... do you know somewhere where my girlfriend and I can get tickets?"
>"Oh, I already have tickets! But the thing is, they're extra tickets because my two friends already found a way to get to Tokyo."
"Who are your two friends? Are they here?"
>"No, they already left. Something got mixed up, I have no idea what it was and I ended up with the tickets for all three of us for our departure in an hour."
>"Whoa... really?" Sunset's eyes fill with hope.
>"Yeah. You were looking for tickets?"
"Yes! Yes we were!" You almost jump out of your seat.
>"Oh my god, yes! I was sitting here thinking these were going to go to waste! This is perfect!" The blue haired girl reaches out her hand. "My name's Sonata."
>Shake her hand right away.
"I'm Anon. It's... really great to have run into you."
>"So, just an hour?" Sunset remembers how much you've been on your toes for the past 24 hours.
>"Mhm!" Sonata smiles back. "Come sit with me!"
>...