There he was, leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed, and awesome. Lime has no idea how Spongebob knew when he’d be off work, the thought makes a knot form in his throat.
“Myahahah great, you’re here! Come, walk with me.”
Lime does so incautiously, feeling as if he’s walking on eggs with each step. Where could he be taking him, does he dare ask, why isn’t he saying anything? He wants Spongebob to think he’s cool and unbothered, so he decides to go with the flow.
“Have you heard about this new game called under nights at freddytale?”
''What's that?''
He kind of regrets mentioning it already
''Never mind.''
''I don't know what it is''
“So like. You’re a security guard that falls into a hole at this old restaurant.” Lime starts to feel a bit warm. “ And in this hole is a plant called purple guy, and he’s like, evil. But there's this goat called phone guy, and he’s like, helping you and stuff. But you have to watch out because there’s Freddytale and his friends. “
“Yeah? Who’s Freddytale and his friends?”
Spongebob has grabbed Limes hand
“Spongebob-”
He squeezes his hand. Spongebobs porous, fibrous hand absorbs a little bit of Limes' slimy surface.
“Please, just call me Bob.”
Lime starts to sweat. He has never been so intimate with anyone, this sudden feeling of bobian contact is so exhilarating that he could almost explode. But he needs to keep his cool, to make Bob think that he has never held hands with anyone would make him think he's even more of a loser than he actually is.
“So, Freddytale and his friends are this group of animatronics, like Goofy Goober but robots. They can also be your friends too if you’re good to them, because of the pacifist and genocide routs you can take-”
Lime goes on about Freddytale, but it all becomes a blur. Bob has taken him near the beach. Their hot and steamy Fredtale conversation comes to a halt. Lime hesitantly looks at Spongebob.
“ Hey…. about yesterday…..”
He scratches his head.
“ Sorry that I ran away…. It was.. just…. Kind of weird...”
His hand slides down to his cheek and looks away timidly.
“ All that about me being…a ...a cartoon character… like you… it was confusing… I mean I’ve never been on a show before… and…..what was that about seeing me on a website..?”
“Toyhouse?”
Spongebobs expression was kinda romantical, it made Lime even more nervous.
“Yeah, what even is that…?”
“Hmhmhmm~, we’ll let me tell you.”
Spongebob grabs onto Limes pants and starts climbing, scattering all the way up to his shoulders where he manages to get a hold of one of his ears. He gets closer, and begins to whisper seductively so he knows that this is a private conversation.
''Toyhouse is a website for the display and trading of adoptable, commissioned and other personal characters or fursonas, and roleplay involving them. This name is often found under art adopts/commissions and Account names/descriptions/bios to reference the persons/artists acceptance and ability to transfer your new character to the website, or that they have a Toyhouse account and are displaying its existence. As of November 2014, it is in semi-open alpha, with a restricted number of invites being distributed to premium members, who get 2 invite codes every week, distributed on a Sunday.
Images and characters may be organized with tags, folders, world assignments, and links with other characters. Watermarked images may be provided to those who do not have full access. Designers can assign character owners and specify any transfer permissions/restrictions.
Toyhouse is not the only website that does this, other websites such as Etsy and DeviantArt have artists that also engage in exchanges, but Toyhouse is among the most popular.
Toyhouse is being created by Cyan Crows, an Australian game/software studio owned by Cy (countercanon) and Lulu (masolulu). Other staff include Minsuil and Jaywalk.''
Spongebob carefully lets go of his ear, jumps down, and looks to Lime, waiting for a reply.
''...''
''...''
Lime is conflicted, worried, confused. Something clicks in his head, and his heart drops. This horrible gut feeling is excruciating, he cannot bear to look at Spongebob anymore. He is close to tears, or close to throwing up, he can’t really tell, he just wants to get out of there.
“ I…. no….I need… I…I have to….”
He takes a few steps back
“Wait-!!!”
Bob reaches out, ready to stop Lime from escaping again, but his short arms barely manage to even brush against him. Lime has disappeared again, leaving Spongebob all alone for the second time. He still had his arm out, slowly letting it drop by his side. Bob looks upset down at the ground as the sun did not set.
Cream was finishing closing up the store, he enjoys taking it slow, trying to do it in the most perfect manner possible. He was just about to leave when Lime stumbled in from the back door.
He wasn’t too surprised by his arrival, he let out a sigh, annoyed if anything, but he attempted to put on a polite face.
“what are you ah-uh, even doing here?”
Lime just stands there, barely being able to mutter “ I-I-I-I…” until his whole face creases and green drops fall from his eye “ HICK, SOB” he sputters.
“woah what”
Creams concerned that his subtle elude to his feelings of annoyance has hurt Limes feelings.
''hey nono sorry it's like, no problem that you're here and that i was just about to go home. i'm not even that mad at you'' and awkwardly puts his hand on his back in an attempt to show how not mad he is.
He leads Lime to the break room and seats him down.
| “could you just, gh…”
Cream has never seen Lime like this and has no clue what to do to get him to calm down. Their relationship could be considered shallow, with most conversations revolving around their respective interests. He fidgets with his braid, trying to think of what to say in this situation. He cracks a crooked smile “...is this about my manga book?” |
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“No you idiot its-”
Creams smile snapped into pressed lips.
Lime rubs his face, that question was so out of the blue that it snapped him out of his crying frenzy.
“It’s not about you, it's… it's a lot more serious, okay?”
“oh… well uh, did something happen, orrr?”
Lime is silent for anticipation.
“I've been put up for adoption”
