Invitations Are Missing
“WHAT?! STRAWBERRY’S THROWING A PARTY?!”
Buttercup yelled into the phone, immediately covering his hand over his mouth as he forced out an awkward cough.
“Sorry, Strawberry’s.. Throwing a party..?” He asked again, in a hopefully nicer tone this time.
Snail let out a confirming hum once she’d recovered from the sudden shout, readjusting her purple-cased phone onto her shoulder. “Yeah, she is..? I got an invitation a few hours ago.. Wait, are you telling me you didn’t get an invitation?” She asked, a hint of confusion in her voice.
Buttercup’s eyebrows furrowed as he recalled checking the mail that day. He’d gotten some bills, advertisements.. But if there had been mail from Strawberry, he definitely would’ve remembered it!
Who just missed mail, from Strawberry?? THE Strawberry? She was popular at her workplace, popular among those within her neighborhood, popular among the dudes, girls..
He responded with a disappointed hum, “No..”
“... Do you think she didn’t invite me?” Buttercup questioned slowly, his voice notably more quiet. What if she hadn’t invited him? Buttercup had no explanation on why she wouldn’t have. The two talked!.. Occasionally. Buttercup was always polite to her, always more than willing to help..
Snail’s voice broke his train of thought. “Maybe the mail got stuck? You know the mailman around your area sometimes misses the packages I send you and stuff..” She suggested. She herself wasn’t sure why Buttercup wouldn’t be invited.
Though she didn’t tell Buttercup, Snail did have somewhat of a suspicion. She’d seen how Strawberry treated Buttercup, especially compared to that tall, antenna weaving co-worker they’d had a few weeks back. Strawberry, from what she’d seen, had mainly treated Buttercup as.. Just a robot. Strawberry had often had Buttercup hold her things. Take pictures for her. Do her paperwork.
… But if it was a party she wanted, wasn’t there a saying? The more the merrier? Buttercup wasn’t a drinker by any means. He didn’t come off as a party animal. Despite the white dog hat on his head, Buttercup wasn’t very hyper..
And yet, it still seemed so unfair to not invite Buttercup! If Snail had gotten an invite, even after their altercation, then it was only fair that Buttercup got one too.
There was only silence on the other end as they both thought about the situation. Then a moment later, Snail spoke. “Listen, I’m sure it was some kind of mistake. How about this, you call her and try to clear things up? I’m sure she invited a lot of people, it’s possible she just.. Forgot your invitation throughout all the chaos.”
Buttercup perked up a little, unbeknownst to Snail. “R-Really?.. You think she won’t mind?”
It sounded reasonable enough to him. It had to have been a mistake! He’d try to clear things up swiftly. Snail let out a hum of confirmation, then she arched her back in her chair in a long stretch. “Listen ‘Cup, I gotta head to bed.. Little bro needs to be tucked in. I’ll see you at the party?”
“I’ll see you at the party!” Buttercup responded with a smile, his mind already racing on all the fun party activities he could engage in.
The two hung up, and Snail hoped that this was a mistake on Strawberry’s end.
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Red.
That’s the first color that could be pointed out in this darkened room.
A red couch made of beautiful, red leather. Two curtains which draped over the walls behind the piece of furniture.
More notably though, was the movement of the room. Like shadows lurking in the dark, tall, sharp-lined silhouettes moved about. Some of the shadows had two perky ears resembling a bunny. Some of the figures weren’t wearing hats at all. Each shadow moved in a certain way, as if they all had goals.
Like little ants in an ant nest. All with specific jobs.
In the back of the room where the furniture was, was a figure unlike the others. This figure was the only one with a more notable hat.. A wolf hat.
And, unlike the cheap pieces of creation that most civilians wore on their heads, this one was real. On the male’s head sat a real wolf head, cut perfectly so the rows of teeth were exposed. The fur, if ever touched, was smooth. Almost as if the creature had soaked in a pool of blood before its demise.
The male’s name? Not many knew it. But he tended to go by ‘Wolfman.’
A suiting name, of course.
Wolfman watched in silence on his couch as the figures moved. Maybe he was waiting for one of them to mess up, drop a cup or two. Maybe he was just enjoying the nice view of the barely-clothed ladies walking about.
Here, morals are nothing but a faint memory. Here it’s all fun, at least for the males.
Perhaps I’ll choose to elaborate more on this setting in the future, but for now, that’s all the lore we’re getting on this place.
His eyes were drawn to a figure as they stepped closer to him. He didn’t bother straightening. Instead, he continued to let his head rest on his palm.
“What?” Wolfman gruffed out once the shaky waitress had come closer. “I didn’t ask for drinks.”
There was another moment of silence. Only then did Wolfman speak again. “Spit it out.”
The waitress opened her mouth, a few words coming out. “S.. Sir, I.. I was asked to give you this.” She peeped out, her voice occasionally cracking in fear.
Being in Wolfman’s presence wasn’t for the weak. The waitress knew all the sadistic, fucked up ways this man had toyed with his enemies and victims. Man was an understatement, this was more of a monster. She hoped she could get this over with quickly, and keep her pretty head intact..
Extending her hand out, a white letter sat in her palm.
There was a moment of silence before Wolfman reached forward, taking the letter away from the girl.
Barely worried about keeping it intact, Wolfman tore it with ease. He let the white envelope fall to the ground as he took the letter out and began reading.
His eyebrow raised as he got to the end. A party, huh?
The invitation wasn’t directed toward him. But he knew that if an invitation to something as simple as this had gotten to him, there had to be a reason for it. And he knew the reason well enough already.
Wolfman clicked his fingers, and in just a few seconds, the waitress had turned around and left. He didn’t want anyone overstaying their welcome. She’d done her job.
A party.. It had to be pretty damn big. Strawberry. That wasn’t a name he recognized, and yet, he knew it belonged to a female.
If the party was big enough, he could send a few people in.. Try to get a few ‘job’ interviews in.
Yeah.. yeah. That sounded nice. He could always use a few more toys.
“Angel!” Wolfman shouted, his hand cupped around his mouth. Angel wasn’t the girl’s real name, of course.. But her real name didn’t matter here. “Get your ass over here..
We’re having some fun tonight.” He’d need this little activity before going out, he needed some fuel to run off of.