09-07-2022, 07:53 PM
It’s a no brainer….you grab the dress cross made you, stripping down and getting yourself all gayed up.
POLKA DOT: The power of cute girls will get me through this…
Tim’s sent you the address on your phone, and as you hit the cold night air, you can’t help but feel a bit on edge. You haven’t been out this late by yourself since the night you got here, and even then, it wasn’t this dark. The streets are lit with buzzing plastic lampposts, but it still feels…oppressive.
You really wish you could be walking with someone right now.
Every step feels more nerve wracking, but soon enough, you start seeing landmarks- each one easing the tension. You’re still getting used to how travel works even a month later…but you have the party’s location locked down in your head, your mind latching onto it with a death grip.
You stop walking once you arrive at a house matching Tim’s description- a compact, modern dollhouse with white trim. It’s a lot brighter than the surrounding square buildings, but you figure that’s a blessing in your case- easier to find.
As you approach the front steps, you can hear music inside…another good sign.
You ring the doorbell with just a bit of hesitance, standing there and feeling more than a little awkward.
The toy that answers the door is green and blue, made of a matte vinyl and sporting brushable hair. You can’t exactly parse what kind of animal they are, but they have a warm smile and fluttering, painted on lashes.
You really wish you could be walking with someone right now.
Every step feels more nerve wracking, but soon enough, you start seeing landmarks- each one easing the tension. You’re still getting used to how travel works even a month later…but you have the party’s location locked down in your head, your mind latching onto it with a death grip.
You stop walking once you arrive at a house matching Tim’s description- a compact, modern dollhouse with white trim. It’s a lot brighter than the surrounding square buildings, but you figure that’s a blessing in your case- easier to find.
As you approach the front steps, you can hear music inside…another good sign.
You ring the doorbell with just a bit of hesitance, standing there and feeling more than a little awkward.
The toy that answers the door is green and blue, made of a matte vinyl and sporting brushable hair. You can’t exactly parse what kind of animal they are, but they have a warm smile and fluttering, painted on lashes.
????: Can I help you?
POLKA DOT: I’m, uh-
POLKA DOT: Here for the party?
You quickly bring up your text messages, double checking the details Tim sent.
POLKA DOT: Mi..asma’s party?
????: That’s me! Cmon in!
Miasma steps aside, their glittering outfit giving off all kinds of sparkles in the low, colored lighting. You cross the threshold and blink, taking it in- there are a lot of toys here, most of them dancing or talking.
MIASMA: Take a load off, make yourself at home-
MIASMA: Drinks and food are in the kitchen, but if you make a mess, clean it up!
POLKA DOT: Y-yeah. Got it.
You stumble around at first, getting your bearings… people bump into you easily, and you find yourself scooting off to the sidelines before too long.
You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand rests on your shoulder.
You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand rests on your shoulder.
TIMOTHY: O-oop! Sorry!
You whip around, relieved that it’s someone familiar. Tim’s in there in his casual outfit, just a shirt and shorts, while Devo’s sporting a pair of gym shorts and a low hanging sweater.
POLKA DOT: F-fuck’s sake, Tim!
TIMOTHY: Sorry! Sorry, just-
TIMOTHY: We were wondering when you were going to show up….
DEVO: We’re, uh, glad you could make it.
The bear looks a little awkward, clearly not used to talking to you at all.
DEVO: …Yeah.