Bob was feeling tired. Really tired. It was 2 AM and he was still awake. Between Balloon Fight and remembering the screams of ShyGuy as he fell, Bob was wide-eyed as the night he first tried catnip and thought everyone else was a cop. After playing through about 76 stages before being taken out by a Yellow-Bird-Man-thing, Nintendonitis started to set in and his thumbs were quite sore. Bob wondered about this for a second, as he was a cat and shouldn't have thumbs at all, but was too tired to put too much thought into it. It was time to turn in for the night - Bob crawled into his Green Bed and went to set the Alarm on his Kiddie Clock. "Bah, forget that." Bob thought to himself. "I don't have to get up for anything and it's not like this alarm works anyway." In reality, the alarm worked quite well, but Bob never knew as he always slept through it.
Around ten the next morning, Bob awoke, drowsy with sleep in his eyes, to a rapid pounding on his door. Suddenly, he heard Rosey on the other side of the door.
"Hey, wake up because I'm coming in, silly!"
"Crap." Bob thought. Quickly grabbing the shirt closest to his bed, Bob threw it on before he even noticed it was the same shirt he wore yesterday. Jumping out of bed and quickly tossing the cover just-so, Bob finished making just as Rosey came right on it.
"Hey, what's up, pthhpth?"
"You were up all night playing video games AGAIN, weren’t you, silly?" Rosey looked mad. Very mad. In fact, her face was turning red with steam puffs coming out from her ears. "How can you play video games with what happened last night?"
Bob scratched a spot behind his ears. "Wha... whuh? Oh, pthhpth. You mean ShyGuy? I saw the vote and watched through my window as ShyGuy fell. I couldn't believe it. I mean, dang, who really thought he was a member of the mafia?"
"I don't know, but they're silly. Come on, let's go down to the Roost and get some coffee... You look like you could use something to wake you up, silly."
As Bob and Rosey walked to the Roost, Rosey moved closer to Bob and grabbed his arm as they walked by ShyGuy's old place. There was already a "For Sale" sign posted outside. Rosey wondered to herself who would be buying the house, since the gates were locked and no one who was already here would ever move in after knowing what happened yesterday. Bob, on the other paw, could think of nothing else than the fact that Rosey had grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to her.
As the pair arrived at the Roost, they noticed there was no one else in the place - except, of course, Brewster. Bob escorted Rosey to the table in the corner and said he'd be right back. Walking over to the counter, Bob looked toward Brewster. Never one to start much of a conversation, Bob didn't think much of it when Brewster didn't go out of his way to greet Bob.
"Hey, over here, pthhpth!"
"Coo. Watch the spitting, please. I don't want that in the brew."
Bob turned his head slightly to the left. "Sorry, pthhpth."
Brewster sighed. "No, I'm sorry, coo. It's not you. I'm just on edge."
"Yeah, I saw what happened to ShyGuy. Poor dude, pthhpth."
"Not just him, but 18 Days is dead too. The 'coons got her, coo. Word on the street is that she could have been helpful to us villagers, but I guess we'll never know. On the bright side, stevey was found dead last night. It was strange, there was a huge hole dug deep outside of his house. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mr. Resetti himself did it. But Mr. Resetti is just a child's myth..."
"Wait, pthhpth. Why is it a good thing that stevey was found dead?"
"Because, coo, he was a 'coon."
"Hmm.. Well, that's some good news, at least. Hey, pthhpth, can I order some drinks? How about two Caffè Macchiatos, with extra milk. One for me and one for Rosey over there."
"You two seem to spend a lot of time together, coo."
"Pthhpth. It's not what you think. We're just friends."
"Sure, sure, coo. Here you go. Drink it while it's hot."
"Thanks, Pthhpth."
Bob turned around and rushed back to the table to give Rosey her drink. He should have known better than think he could hide is affection for Rosey from Brewster for too long - after all, if there was anything to be known in this town, Brewster would hear about it. As he moved closer to the table, Bob noticed that Rosey had tears falling down her cheeks.
"What's wrong, pthhpth?" Bob asked while scooting in beside Rosey.
"Nothing. Just nothing." Rosey wiped her cheeks with her paws. "I just, I don't know. This entire thing seems so silly."
"Yeah." Bob silently wondered if he should tell Rosey what Brewster had just told him, then decided now might not be the best time. "On the bright side, pthhpth, you didn't get killed! That's always a plus!"
"For now. That silly creep vudu voted for me yesterday and who knows who he'll convince to vote with him today."
"Pthhpth! Don't worry about him. He's just a sad, pathetic person. Ever since his mother died and he got the house to himself, he's just let it run down. Besides, his neighbors say he rarely ever comes out of the house. They say he spends a lot of time in his basement... and that Spaceman Sam suit in his window? They say that's where he put his mom's corpse."
"Well, maybe I should just vote for him! That's it, I'll vote for his silly ass!"
Bob gasped... he'd never seen such raw anger, such hatred in Rosey's eyes. It scared him. "Don't do that. I think he's a pretty desperate man. Who knows what he'll do to those that cross him, pthhpth. Just let him be and eventually, if he's an issue, everyone will know and everyone can vote for him - but I don't want you to vote for him... If he does something crazy, I don't want you there when it happens." Bob took Rosey's paw in his... then quickly took it away and reached for his drink.
"You're not going to vote for him, are you, pthhpth?"
"I guess not. For now, at least. But I hope I don't regret this, silly."
After finishing their drinks, Bob dropped Rosey off at home, then returned to his home. As he walked by his mailbox, he noticed it was dancing about frantically. "Yes!" thought Bob, "It's here!" Bob reached out and almost tore the door of the mailbox off in excitement. Grabbing the package, he ran into the house, ripped it open and jumped up and down with glee. "Finally, Wario's Woods!" He raced to his NES, put the cartridge in and turned the NES on. The TV started blinking. Bob turned off the NES and turned it back on. Blinking. Taking the cartridge out, Bob blew on the inside of the cartridge and put it back in - voila! It worked!. "I really got to get myself a new one of these." Bob thought to himself. As Bob sat down to play, he didn't even look at who the package was sent from...
Don't read too much into the fact that this is about two pages long... I typed it up last night (with some edits this morning) and just had fun with it.
Also, I'm totally for extending the vote. On days that I work, I usually don't get home until 10 o'clock my time/board time and thus would have to vote early... and that's never any fun...
edit to remove "kiddie Clock". Dangit. - and again to add italics.
Topic: Mafia VI: Day 2 (Read 25794 times)
