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You know, it was kind of funny seeing how most of the contestants couldn't read. Especially during the show and especially if the "reader" was Chalky. Seeing him just stare blankly at a piece of paper before asking Broomer to read it for him was just amusing to Chocolate Bar.

But now it wasn't as funny to him anymore; it was kind of sad? He never thought he would use that word to describe Chalky of all people, but it fit.

So, he decided to take it upon himself to teach the kid how to read.

"Chocolate Bar, where are we?" Chalky asked, as the two were suddenly in a generic classroom for plot reasons

"You not being able to read is getting embarrassing, so I'm gonna teach you," Chocolate Bar says, accidentally sounding rude

"Better than having Broomer try and teach me, he can't spell." Chalky says

Chocolate Bar stared at the small boy in disbelief,"How did any of you make it past the first grade?"

"We cheated off of Clay."

"Figures. Do you even know your ABCs? What a letter even IS?"

Chalky blankly stared at Chocolate Bar for a few seconds before he answered, confidently, mind you,"It's the thing the mailman delivers, right?"

Oh, this was going to be a long day

And a long day it was, it was like teaching a baby how to walk, exciting but slightly disappointing watching it fall and fail time and time again.

Except the "baby" was someone who was almost or an adult (CB didn't really bother checking at this point) and the "walking" was reading short sentences.

"I don't think that half of these are even words!" Chalky says, looking at the kid's book in front of him like it had the most graphic pictures known to man

"I gave you a book made for 5 year olds, of course they're words," Chocolate Bar sighed,"Try reading them out loud, they'll probably make more sense"

Chalky narrowed his eyes at the page; he was probably using his one working braincell to comprehend each word-no, each syllable.

"The.. Bear"

Chocolate Bar raised an eyebrow; Chalky was actually doing it.

"Ran.. to the"

"C'mon, just five more words," Chocolate Bar whispered, more to himself than anything

"For.. est.. to catch"

Two more

"Some.."

One, just one more and Chocolate Bar could finally go home. Man was tired.

"Fish"

"YES! YOU DID IT!" Chocolate Bar yelled

Chalky smiled, running up to CB and hugging him. Whether it was because he had no energy to care or was actually proud, CB hugged back.

"I'm so proud of you!" Chocolate Bar said, letting go of Chalky, smiling

"Woah, I haven't heard that before!" Chalky says, happy but shocked

CB's smile fell. Did he actually say that him? Out of every object in the whole world, he said that he was proud of Chalky.

Jeez, how tired was he?

"Don't get used to it," Chocolate Bar says

"Way too late, this is going on my grave"

Chapter Text

It was a normal, calm day in Headset’s house.

“You suck at this” Tub of Lard yawns, pressing random buttons on his controller

“SHUT UP, I’M RUSTY” Headset yelled, pressing more frantically and erratically

Yup, very normal.

“You said you were practicing all night on this”

Headset stuttered,“I WAS! My-My leg must be cramping up or something”

“Mhm, sure”

Headset paused the game and stood up, pacing,”There’s no way that I’m losing Pretty Princess Pink Pony Perfection Pro Pals to you, you haven’t even played the first game!”

TOL picked up the game’s case, looking at it,”This says it’s for “Pros Only””

Headset stopped, looking at TOL as if he just insulted his dog,”Are you saying that I’m not a pro?”

“Yeah”

Headset got closer to TOL,”ARE YOU SAYING THAT I’M NOT A PRO?!”

“YES, WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?”

Headset backed up, laughing,”I have EVERY GAME of the Pretty Princess series 100% completed, I have almost every figure, every piece of merch they have EVER created, and know every single bit of lore that this series has! ”

“I-I don’t-Are you okay?”

“AND YOU are going to sit here and say that I’m not pro?!”

“Your health bar is basically gone! If I breathe on your character they’ll die”

Headset looked at TV and saw that his character’s health was gone, only a small sliver of it remained. If Headset unpaused the game, he’d surely lose.

He was going to lose to Tub of Lard in a game he was sure he had perfected, maybe he wasn’t as pro as he thought.

“Even Chocolate Bar could beat you and he was friends with Glub when he was a kid, he’s ancient!” TOL says

Headset looked back at TOL, an idea in mind,“Let’s make a bet then! If I win against Chocolate Bar then you'll get me the last pony I need to finish my collection!”

“And if you lose or can’t even get CB here, you’ll have to serve me for the rest of the day!”

“Deal!”

The bet was on!

Chocolate Bar was in the attic of his house, moving around some boxes so that it didn’t look like a total mess. He didn’t realize how much stuff was stored up here, there were childhood toys, pictures, basically everything from important moments in his life.

“I need to sell some of this” Chocolate Bar mumbled as he picked up one of the boxes, moving it to a random corner

That’s when he looked at the label that was neatly written on the box, Excellent Entities. His eyes widen slightly, what could possibly be in here?

He opened the box and was greeted with VHS tapes.

He didn’t know what compelled him to do so but he sat down and started to take the tapes one by one, reading the labels, each of them having the episode name and number on them. A small wave of nostalgia washed over him. The season was Glub awful, made absolutely no sense, and the microphones were so low quality at times that he had to fill in the contestants lines..

..But he had fun

Of course, he would never admit that if anyone were to ask (which was unlikely) but he’ll gladly say that to himself.. In private.. In his mind.. Where only one object would dare look into.

He looked back into the box and saw one more thing in it, it wasn’t another tape as he already had all eleven stacked beside him, so what could it be?

He reached his hand in and pulled the object out.

Oh!

It was a picture of all the season 1 contestants and him, smiling in all of their low quality glory

Chocolate Bar chuckled, they all looked so rough compared to now. It was silly.

Suddenly, a loud bang from downstairs ripped him from his thoughts

“CHOCOLATE BAR!”

He quickly put all the tapes and the picture back into the box and closed it up, running down stairs.

“What?!” He yelled, annoyed but slightly concerned

Until he saw that his door was on the floor, Headset standing next to it

“What is with you guys and my house?!” CB yelled

“This is very important, the rest of my day is at stake!” Headset says

“What is so important that you had to BREAK DOWN MY DOOR?!” CB asked, walking over to the fallen door to try and put it back into place

Headset took a deep breath,”Me and Tub of Lard were playing a game and he said I wasn’t pro enough to play and that even you could beat me even though you’re so old, so we made a bet and if you beat me I had to be TOL’s servant for the rest of the da-ay”

CB quickly checked to see if he could open his door before looking at Headset,”So all I have to do is play a game with you?”

“Yeah, it’ll only take 15 minutes tops!” Headset said, desperation clear in his voice

“Don’t see why I should considering you broke down my door” CB said, reminding Headset of what he did just a minute ago

“I promise I won’t ever break into your house ever again ever! Just PLEASE, I need to prove that I’m a pro ga-merrrr!” Headset begged, tears pricking his eyes

“Okay, okay! Just don’t cry, I just cleaned this floor” CB says, slightly pitying the poor boy

As if it never even happened in the first place, Headset smiled, tears gone,”Thank you, follow me!”

“So, how do I play?” Chocolate Bar asks, as he sat on the couch and was handed the controller

“Oh, it’s really simple! You choose a character, then use these buttons to fight and this button to use a special move that takes away more health than the regular moves. Your goal is to get my character’s health to zero in at least two rounds” Headset explained, pointing the controller buttons when necessary

“Not to flex, but I totally beat him” TOL said

“No you didn’t! We had to restart the game, so technically it was a draw”

“You had no-”

Headset’s laughter quickly silenced TOL,”Funny, VERY funny”

It didn’t take long for the two boys to select their characters and start a match and long story short, Chocolate Bar won by a landslide much to Headset’s surprise.

“Wuh-HOW?! You’re using hacks!” Headset accuses, raging

“Headset, I just got here” Chocolate Bar sighs

“Just give up now, save yourself the embarrassment, man” TOL says

“Shut up, he still has to win one more round!”

Headset sat down, eye glued to the screen, focused as the round started

Chocolate Bar has never seen Headset this frustrated before and he could understand where Headset was coming from and would be angry too.

CB internally sighed, Headset caught him on a good day, that’s all. He didn’t care about these guys.

CB threw the next match, seeing Headset’s eyes widen as if he too was shocked that he won

“Pfft, you just got lucky” Chocolate Bar said as if he didn’t do it on purpose

“There’s still one more round left!” TOL reminded

Headset quickly snapped out of his shocked state,”Better get your credit card, TOL, that figure isn’t cheap!”

The next round started, Headset was ready and clearly going all out, his eyes were glued to the screen once more and Headset was dodging his attacks like they were nothing. Chocolate Bar still had to throw the match but Headset was clearly trying this time.

“Player 1 wins!” The game says, showing Headset’s character jumping around as their victory pose

“YES, I AM A PRO!” Headset yelled, swinging his feet and smiling bigger than Chocolate thought was even possible

TOL sighed but still accepted defeat,”What was the figure's name?”

“Diane”

TOL went paler than he was already,”The rarest pony in the whole franchise?!”

Headset smiled, smug,”Mhm!”

“Do you have any idea how much that goes for?!”

Chocolate Bar took this time to leave, not wanting to get dragged into that

He didn’t know what possessed him that night but he looked up this Diane pony.

He practically choked at the price of this hunk of plastic. The price just kept going up and getting more and more ridiculous, he bet that you could pay off your college debt with the amount of money they were asking for.

The way the pony looked was so generic too! It was completely purple with a dark blue streak in its mane. Why did it go for so-

Nevermind it came out in the 1990’s, that explains it

But there was something else about this pony.. something familiar about how it looked..

Did-Did he have that stupid thing?!

CB wasted no time in going back to the attic to check the boxes while trying to remember if he actually played with something like that.

It didn’t take too long but he soon spotted that dark blue streak and pulled out the toy, careful as he was practically carrying gold. THIS cost 200k? It surely didn’t feel like it even if it was made so long ago.

His mind instantly went to selling it, whose mind wouldn’t?

Normally, he would immediately put it up for sale, wanting to not only get rid of it but to get a boatload of money out of it too.

Then his mind went to TOL and Headset, thinking how TOL shouldn’t sell his left kidney for a stupid bet.

Nope, no! That was TOL’s fault for not asking what the pony was in the first place, he put himself in this situation!

His thoughts were torn on what to do, sell or give.. Sell or give! The decision should be obvious for someone like him but it wasn’t..

It was late, that’s it! He should have a clearer mind and make a good and rational decision in the morning!

Tub of Lard walked out of Headset’s place after a full night of freaking out and trying to find the easiest, quickest, and hopefully not illegal ways to get money quickly. He heard that kidneys were going for a lot.

The moment he walked out of the door, he walked into Chocolate Bar, who looked angry. TOL quickly tried to remember if he offended someone this past week and come up with an excuse on why he said what he said but he didn’t even get a word out before CB took TOL’s hand and dropped something in it..

..it was Diane, his kidneys were saved!

“This,” Chocolate Bar’s voice was low, nearly threatening as he motioned towards the figure,”Stays between us”

“O-Of course, thanks!”

Chocolate Bar only grumbled and walked away but despite what his attitude may be suggesting..

..He wasn’t entirely regretting his decision

Chapter Text

Due to the confusing last two days, Chocolate Bar wanted nothing more than to rest on his couch and think- er REthink some things.

Mainly, his relationship with his contestants

It was strictly host-contestant and that never really faltered throughout the show, sure he had his moments but that was because the contestants forced it! He was pushed away from his host role and into something more caring, a caregiver. Of course, he caught himself before any of the contestants really noticed. To them, these were just small moments where his hosting persona dropped in favor of comedy.

But EEE has been long over, so what excuse did Chocolate Bar have for even being near these guys anymore when he could easily just try to mend things with Snowcone, his wife?

He didn’t actually CARE about these losers, did he?

As if on cue, his doorbell rang

CB took a deep breath, no, he didn’t care about these guys. They were just his contestants, nothing more. The only reason he even stayed here was because he was too lazy to move out.

His doorbell rang again

“Coming!” Chocolate Bar yelled, getting up and walking over to the door

“Chocolate Bar, please, I can’t be seen like this, man! My career would be over and dead!” A frantic voice called out from behind the door

Chocolate Bar opened the door just enough to see it was-or TRIED to as the object burst through the door before CB could even get a good look at them.

“What the- Cracker?!” Chocolate Bar yelled, seeing the familiar hat and wig

“Yeah, hi. I kinda sorta need your help right now!”
Chocolate Bar laughed,”Yeah no, I’m not doing that “helping” thing anymore, I’m all helped out!”

“It’ll be really quick, I swear! It isn’t even that hard”

“Nope no, I already helped enough people this week, I have a life-”
“Chocolate Bar, please, this’ll take two seconds and you’re the only person who knows-”
“I already said no! Do you guys not know how to take that as an answer?!-”

This back and forth argument kept going for a few seconds, one talking over the other and slowly getting louder and louder.

“I NEED YOU TO COMB MY HAIR!” Cracker yelled

Chocolate Bar was about to yell back but quickly shut up, confused,”What?”

“My hair is a mess and I can’t go out looking like hobo, it’s bad for my reputation” Cracker started to mumble, embarrassed

“Why don’t you ask someone else?” Chocolate Bar asked

“Cause you gave me the wig and I thought you’d know how to deal with it better than anyone else. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here”

Chocolate Bar sighed, he had a feeling the Cracker wouldn’t leave until he brushed the wig,”Fine, this is the last time I’m doing something like this”

As CB reached for the wig, Cracker quickly stepped back, a nervous laugh coming from him,”Well.. H-Here’s a funny thing that you can laugh at..”

“It’s glued to your head?”

“It’s glued to my head”

There was a small silence between the two

Cracker quickly started to explain,“It kept falling off, so Mango suggested-”

“You listened to Mango?! I thought you were the one of the smarter ones”

“No one here is smart! We had a clump of brain cells that we passed around each day but Smartie stole half of them and SharkBearBerry got the rest somehow”

“That.. explains so much and so little”

“You can talk to them about it after this but can you PLEASE just do this one thing for me, I will never bother you for the rest of month, j-just do this” Cracker said, desperation clear in his voice

“You’re not going to leave until I say yes, will you?” Chocolate Bar asks

“No”

And that’s how CB ended up on the floor, Cracker in his lap, combing his wig as if he were a five year old.

“We are NEVER speaking of this” CB says

“I don’t think I ever agreed with you more” Cracker says

“You sure you don’t want me to just shave it all off? We could skip this whole thing”

“NO” Cracker yelled,”This wig is a part of me now (literally, it is glued to my head), I can’t just SHAVE IT”

CB scoffed, struggling to get his brush through the mangled mess,”Might not be a part of you much longer if you keep doing.. Whatever it is you’re doing in your free time, this thing is a mess”

“I just asked you to help me with my hair, not to give me advice, dad”

Chocolate Bar paused, he knew that Cracker said that to joke with him, to tease him a little but he couldn’t help but feel weird when he said that. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling as it left as soon as it came but it was surely something that he didn’t have to worry about.

CB grinned, playing along with this “dad” joke (and also not wanting this time to be filled with awkward silence) he strained his voice to make it sound older,“Ah, this reminds me of my last job where I would dye shaved ice”

“Oh really?” Cracker asked, playing into the bit

“Yes, really! And one day this girl walked in and let me tell you, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen!”

“How beautiful?”

“I felt like I was looking at a greater being than Glub himself, she was so pretty. And you know what I first thought? I thought,’Yup, that’s the one I’m gonna marry’” CB says

“And let me guess, you married her?” Cracker asked

“No, SHE married ME”

There would’ve been perfect silence between the two if there wasn’t snorting coming from Cracker.

“Don’t you dare laugh! She was pretty and had both boys and girls chasing after her, some having more money than I thought was even possible at the time, what would’ve made me think that she liked me? I had nothing to my name and thought I had nothing going for me” CB explained, the brush starting to go through Cracker’s hair a little easier,”I was just some chocolate bar fantasizing about a pretty lady”

“So, why did she marry you when she could’ve gotten some rich person? Actually, what made her even think of you” Cracker asked, sounding interested in his little “old man” story

“I made her laugh”

“Oh, that’s bull”

”You could say what you want, but it’s the truth, I made her laugh until she cried buckets full! I don’t think I could even get the dye in right, she was laughing so much, I was throwing terrible joke after terrible joke and bad pun after bad pun and she was eating it up like it was her last meal” CB says, his old man voice wavering for just a second,”It took me twice as long to get the job done because of that but it was all worth it to be near her. Plus, she paid extra”

Cracker snickered,”Did you only like her for looks and money?”

“At the start? Yes, but then she kept coming back around to see me, talk to me, laugh with me and I learned so.. So much more about her, she was quick on her feet, kind, and would absolutely beat the living daylights outta me if she could. I thought to myself,’why bother? I am NEVER getting a girl like that!’” CB says,”So, I assumed that anytime she showed any signs of liking me that I was just making things up, it was all in my little head…”

“...Until she proposed to me with a Ring Pop”

“Okay, NOW you’re making things up! Ain’t no way she did that” Cracker said

CB laughed before continuing,”Oh, I remember the day perfectly. It was a nice and sunny out and I was working on this young boy who wanted the rainbow sherbert look because it was popular at the time and I was so in the zone, trying to get this look PERFECT that I don’t see her walking in, probably having the biggest smile on her face. It took her a bit to get my attention but the moment she did, she got on one knee and asked for me to be her boyfriend! I was so shocked and flushed that I think I melted a little that day”

“You know that it was more than ‘a little’” Cracker said

“Oh shush!” CB said, lightly hitting Cracker with the brush,”Everyday I spent with that girl was just.. Magical. It felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from and when she proposed to me I never cried harder out of joy. Heh, I guess that was revenge for making her laugh so much back then”

“Where’s that girl now?” Cracker asked, sounding very excited

Chocolate Bar gave a sad smile the Cracker couldn’t see, his old man voice fully dropping,”I’m not too sure, but I hope that I’ll see her again”

There was a long pause where there was nothing but silence and sound of the hair brush going over a rough patch.

“I hope you see her again too” Cracker said, just over a whisper

Most of the time was spent in pure silence, only ever broken by the brush going over another rough patch.

Until Cracker spoke up,”So all I have to do to get someone to like me is get them to laugh until they cry?”

The old man voice was quickly brought back,”It’s a little more complicated than that but that’s the gist”

”Do you.. miss her? Your wife”

CB chuckled lightly, his old man voice wavering heavily,”Of course I do, I don’t think I ever or could ever love someone like that ever again even if I tried”

“Man, I kinda want to love like that, it sounds amazing”

CB finished brushing and put the brush off to the side,”It really is”

Chapter Text

Moonstone paced around her room, today was the day, she was finally going to do it and no one was going to stop her.

Not Click, not English Muffin, not ANYONE

She was going to put her feelings out there and she was either going to get a girlfriend or end up crying with a bucket of ice cream in her lap.

"Diary, I love-"

No, that's too forward. Moonstone threw the piece of paper in the already full bin, leaning back in her chair with a sigh.

Getting her feelings out were way harder than she thought.

She looked out her window, seeing that there was still some daylight left, she still had time.

"Don't know why but he's actually starting to be a lot nicer lately"

"So I'm not going crazy from only drinking Blue Cow and gaming? He's actually being nice?!"

"Bro, how are you alive?! Go to bed!"

Moonstone looked out the window to see Headset and Tub of Lard walking away. By the time she had the thought to read their minds, they were already out of her sight.

Who was being nicer? Feather? Broomer?

Well, who ever it was, they probably couldn't help her.

Moonstone continued to think about how to word her letter.

"Dear Diary- no- actually yes, that might work"

It was now roughly 12 in the afternoon. If Diary had a normal sleep schedule, Moonstone had about 10-ish hours to finish her letter.

She only just finished the intro

"Lemme tell you, ever since I learned how to read, a whole new world has opened up"

Moonstone looked out the window to see Chalky and Broomer, how nice-

wait, since when could Chalky read?!

Moonstone opened her window,"CHALKY, WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ILLITERATE TOGETHER!" She yelled

This caught both the boys off-guard as they faced her.

"IT WAS AGAINST MY WILL!" Chalky yelled back

"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, TRAITOR!"

"CHOCOLATE BAR FORCED ME, IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

"AND I WAS GOING TO INVITE YOU TO MY WEDDING"

Broomer piped in,"Why are you yelling? You guys aren't that far-"

"YOU STILL HAVEN'T ASKED HER OUT YET, YOU DUMB LESBIAN" Chalky yelled back

“Okay, that’s enough” Broomer said, picking up Chalky and walking away as the two continued to yell at each other

Moonstone slammed her window shut and sat back down in her chair, angry, how dare he!

Hold on, Chocolate Bar taught him? The guy that basically kidnapped-

Was Chocolate Bar the one being nicer?! Holy Glub, she was so stupid!

Chocolate Bar had a wife, he clearly knew something about what women would like and could help her!

"I've met my helping quota for this year, go away" He said

"Please?"

"All helped out"

"C'mon, it'll only take an hour tops!"

"How did you even get into my house?!" He asked, looking for the way she got in

"Chimney"

"Dear Glub, I need to get a security system or something" CB grumbled

"So, will you help me or.."

"NO, YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE"

"It's for Diary!"

"That makes me want to do it even less!"

"You had to have given your wife some sort of letter when you two were younger! Can I just get that?"

"NO! Y-You can't even read, Moonstone"

Moonstone slowly started to head to the door, ready to give up. CB glared at her the whole way.

Little did CB know, Moonstone was reading his mind.

'Like I'm going to give you the only thing I have left of her'

Moonstone paused just as her hand touched the doorknob.

"You know, I haven't seen you and Snowcone together for a while, I don't even hear you mention her anymore " She said

"Moonstone-"

"I can help you if you help me"

Silence

Moonstone opened the door, ready to leave

"Wait" CB's voice called out, weak

Moonstone turned around, the door handle still in her grip.

CB sighed,"I'll.. help you"

They were both now sitting down at the dinner table, CB stared at the letter Moonstone had already written.

"I can't read this" CB finally said

"And I can't read, what did you expect?" Moonstone said

"Chalky could write better than you BEFORE he could read, this is pure chicken scratch"

Moonstone rolled her eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry but I didn't get an invitation to your little tutoring session"

CB stood up, and walked away,"Give me a minute, I need to find something"

"Aight"

Moonstone looked outside, they still had plenty of time, the sun barely even moved.

CB sat back at the table, a crate was settled down gently.

"Are these all JUST letters?" Moonstone said in awe

"Yeah, most of these were from the competition" He said, sifting through them

"Weren't you guys, like, right next to each other half the time? Why would you need to send letters"

"In our defense, we thought it was cute, her dad was embarrassed of me, and I was eliminated before her"

Moonstone gently picked up one of the letters, realized once again that she couldn't read, and put it back,"Not an excuse to use printer paper but okay"

"That was the only paper we could-oh! Here it is" CB said, picking up a different piece of paper. It was much much smaller, roughly the size of a flashcard

"How am I supposed to base an entire letter on just a flashcard?" Moonstone asked

"Because you don't NEED to do anything fancy to ask someone out, I mean, look at this! She sent me this!"

CB turned the card around, a small smile was present on his face as he did.

"Chocolate Bar, you know I can't-" Moonstone started to say before actually looking at it

She couldn't read much of it but she could make out a couple things.

Two words; 'yes' and 'no', two boxes under those words and a checkmark under yes.

It didn't take Moonstone long to guess what the words at the top said.

It was so.. simple, nothing like how she was trying to do it.

"She even added a ring pop at the bottom saying,"if you say this, you get this and me. Pretty cool deal"

Moonstone sat in thought for a minute, she really had been going about this all wrong.

"In fact, I think half of these letters were just something small and sweet" CB said, pulling out a few more and reading them to himself

"Can.. Can you write it for me?" Moonstone asked, looking to the side, embarrassed that she even thought to go all out for something like this. She felt dumb

"Oh, yeah sure" CB said, putting the letters back into the crate except for the flashcard before getting up once more and leaving, probably to get some paper

Moonstone took a look outside again, the sun was slightly lower but they still had plenty of time.

CB came back with some lined paper and a pencil, he then sat back down.

"So, how do you want it to start?" He asked

"Can you do it like this?" Moonstone picked up the card,"Minus the candy"

CB's eyes widen slightly before softening,"Don't see why not"

"Oh! Put at the bottom that I'm a really cool and that I think she's really cool and that us dating would make us double cool" Moonstone said quickly

"Dumb but okay, your confession" He mumbled

It didn't take CB long but to Moonstone, it felt like hours had passed before CB put down the pencil.

"Alright and we are done!" He said, pushing the paper towards her

Moonstone's nerves seemed to spike as she looked at it. Was she really getting nervous now?!

"What time is it?" She asked

"Last I check, it was 2:12"

She had plenty of time to calm down

"Mind reading me some of those letters?"

CB looked surprised and slightly excited,"Sure!"

"Why did you guys send so many letters? Didn't you have phones?" Moonstone asked

"Yeah, but her dad took the contestants phones when the competition started so we kinda had do it the old fashioned way"

"That must've sucked"

"With her around, I didn't even notice"

"That's a lie and we both know it"

"Okay-so, the first few days were rough"

He picked up another letter and laughed,”This is my favorite, it was a little bit before the finale and she told her dad that we were dating. It says…”

My little malewife,

I told my dad about us and while he would rather have a son-in-law that didn’t run off a cliff and is completely embarrassed by you but, he wants to see me happy so you get to live another day.

He also found the other letters you sent me and is happy that I at least got a “ nice, respectful man”. He also “invited” (you are coming) you to lunch two weeks from now to actually get to know you a little more. Please, do not make yourself look dumber than you already are.

From, Snowy

“Did you make a good impression?” Moonstone asked

“Nope, her father thinks that I’m an even bigger embarrassment now”

“Did you eat the breadsticks or something? How do you mess up lunch?”
“Long story- Don’t you still have your own note to give to Diary?” CB asked, starting to put all the letters away

Oh! She totally lost track of time, she should still have at least a few hours left-

it was pitch black outside

“CB.. what time is it?” Moonstone asked, her gaze fixated on the darkness outside the window

CB looked up at his wall clock,”10:24”

oh

oh no no no no!

Moonstone quickly got up and dashed out of house

“YOU STILL OWE ME!” Chocolate Bar yelled

“I KNOW!”

It didn’t take long for Moonstone to make it Diary’s place, mainly because everyone’s houses seemed to be right next to each other for some reason.

Moonstone knocked on the door, praying that Diary wasn’t dead asleep by now

No answer

Moonstone knocked again

No answer

Moonstone knocked once more, she was starting to lose hope

No answer

She sighed, she could wait until tomorrow but what are the chances that still has the confidence by then?

She turned around, ready to head back to her own place..

..only to come face to face with the prettiest woman Moonstone has ever seen, it was almost as if the moonlight was focusing on her and only her, making the girl glow. Her expression, despite being a mix of mild annoyance and genuine curiosity made Moonstone’s heart do summersaults. It was like she was made by Glub himself.

“What are you doing out here?” Diary asked

Moonstone stuttered,“I-I-uh”

Diary raised an eyebrow, this raised Moostone’s nerves even more

“H-Here taaake it” Moonstone pushed the note in her hands and ran off, not looking back

“So, you’re telling me that you know where she lives? How?” CB asked, not knowing whether to call the police or be happy that he knew where his wife was now

“I have.. friends”

“Moonstone, I can and will put you into an insane asylum if you say that again”

“Can you not?”

Moonstone quickly gave Chocolate Bar the sticky note

“How did you and Diary go?” Chocolate Bar asked

“Dunno, ran away”

“Wuh-WHY?!”

“She was pretty and I was nervous!”

“It was pitch black out there, I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face! How-”

“Moonstone!” A voice called out

Moonstone quickly faced the person-

it was Diary

Moonstone’s nerves quickly spiked once more as the girl approached,”Diary!”

“Do you wanna go on a date this weekend? Heard that Latte and Nail are trying to open a restaurant this weekend and I kinda want to see them fail.. With you” Diary said, starting to get somewhat flushed herself

“Y-Yeah, sure! Does-uh-S-Sunday work for you?”

“Yeah, Sunday works” Diary said, before pulling some paper out of who knows where,”Oh, I think I’m supposed to hand this back to you”

Moonstone took the paper and watched as Diary walked away, making finger guns in her direction and nearly tripping while doing so.

Moonstone looked down at the paper and realized that it was the one she gave Diary yesterday.

There was a big check mark under ‘yes’.

Chapter Text

Chocolate Bar put the package in his mailbox and put the small flag on the side up. Was this weird? Did he even get the address right? Moonstone could’ve easily given him some poor person's address. What if she just throws away the package the moment she sees his name on it? I mean, the thing inside said package wasn’t that important but it would still hurt if he knew that Snowcone just chucked it.

What if she gets it but doesn’t send anything back? He doesn’t expect or even want anything big, he just wants a small letter or even a postcard back to show that she was at least okay and maybe still wanted to talk to him?

What if she didn’t? What if she wanted nothing to do with him anymore?! Which would be absolutely fair and even expected but WOW would that hurt him.

But he’d take it, what else was he gonna do? FORCE her? He would never, plus, Snowcone would probably kill him.

The cold was finally starting to get to him, the snow that was still on the ground wasn’t helping much either so he turned to head back to his home-

“What do you want?”

Right in front of Chocolate Bar was Nail, fully dressed up in winter gear and looking up at him and smiling like a kid who just got a heap load of candy, which considering how many gifts he was “given” (read: stolen) could have been the case.

“Wanna build a snowman?” Nail asked

“Shouldn’t you be asking Latte for that, you two are brothers, right?”

“Only by blood pact” Nail corrected,”But Latte’s busy hanging out with his friends and I’m not invited!”

“And you think standing here, telling me that will get me to pity you enough to do anything with you?”

“Yeah?” Nail said, but it sounded more like a question

There was silence for a few seconds before Chocolate Bar walked towards his house, grumbling, “Let me warm up first and get a scarf or something, it’s cold”

He could hear Nail screaming from pure joy as he closed the door

Why was he being so nice to these losers lately?! He hated them and he was pretty sure most of them would cheer if he was found dead in a river, so why would he even bother doing anything with them?

His eyes glance at the menorah that was near his window, on a small table. The candles have long since burned out and Hanaukkah has long passed but despite that he still seemed to have enough of a holiday spirit to make snowmen with Nail of all people..

“I feel like you have something to do with this” Chocolate Bar says, his eyes narrowing at the menorah

Despite his body telling him to leave Nail out in the snow, his mind forced his body to grab his scarf and a hat that he put on before going back out.

He wasn’t going to enjoy this one bit

Nail was making the base of the snowman but was struggling because.. look at him, what makes you think he’s capable of making a snowman? But Nail did manage to get the snowball to a fairly big size, nearly as big as Nail himself! Which wasn’t saying much, he is short.

“Alright, you made it big enough” Chocolate Bar says, “You can stop now”

“Chocolate Bar, I’ve been making snowmen for years” Nail says as he stopped rolling his snowball to tell him this.. very important information, “I say when it’s big enough”

Nail then backed up to look at his snowball, before saying,”And I think this is big enough!”

This was going to be a long day..

It didn’t take long for the two to make the other, smaller snowballs, with CB making the middle and Nail making the head. All the while, Nail was talking about.. something, Chocolate Bar honestly did care too much about it, to him, Nail made just as much sense as Micro.

“I’ve always wondered why we call them snowmen when we JUST made them, they didn’t fight in The Great War of 1802, they don’t deserve to be called MEN” Nail ranted, as he tried to smooth out the snowball,”They’re still boys!”

What? Just because he didn’t make sense didn’t mean Chocolate Bar wasn’t listening

“Now me? I’m a true man! I’ve seen The Great War of 1802, I’ve seen my brother’s friend’s cousin’s nephew die out there!” Nail said,”And you know what I get? An Unhappy Lunch for $5 and unlimited Nail Bites for the rest of my life!

Chocolate Bar could only playfully roll his eyes and smirk as he played along,”What was your rank there?” It was supposed to come off as slightly mocking but ended up sounding as if he was actually interested

“I was so bad that they gave me my own rank: Nail, It’s an official rank now!” Nail says, angry,”I’m planning to sue them later”

“Good luck with that?” Chocolate Bar said,confused as he put the medium-sized snowball onto the larger one

“Oh, I won’t need luck, I have a good lawyer. Yeah, they may have tried to kill me once or twice but they sure can win a case” Nail says proudly before holding out his snowball that was meant to be for the head,”Anyways, do you mind?”

Chocolate Bar, with little hesitation and not even realizing what he was doing, picks up Nail and holds him towards the headless snowboy so he could put the snowball up there himself. Which Nail was shocked by for a few seconds before happily placing the snowball. Chocolate Bar then placed Nail down.

What the Gulb did he just do?

“Wow, no one’s done that since my dad!” Nail says, sounding pleasantly surprised but not complaining,”Can I call you dad now?”
“NO!” Chocolate Bar quickly yelled back before taking a deep breath to calm down,”J-Just go grab some rocks”

“Okay, dad!” Nail says before happily skipping away

“I AM NOT YOUR FATHER” Chocolate Bar yelled

Chocolate Bar groaned, it must’ve been the cold getting to him, it had to be! He wasn’t EVER nice to Nail- no, he wasn’t nice to ANY of these losers before he started to pity Chalky and then EVERYTHING went downhill! What’s worse is that everyone is just ACCEPTING that he’s basically fathering them, no push back whatsoever. Are they all THAT desperate to get help with their personal problems?!

He wanted to think about this.. he wanted to think about this long and hard

After he finished the snowboy. What? He was confused about his relationship with his contestants, not a monster, geez!

It took Nail a couple minutes to get back with the rocks but when he did, he came running with the biggest smile on his face..

And nearly tripped..

Twice..

Chocolate Bar snickered as Nail clumsy ran over to him, some rocks falling out of his hands as he did.

Yeah, he was still the same Chocolate Bar

“I got the rocks and even got a carrot for the nose!” Nail said, pulling out a carrot from Glub knows where

“Where did you get it from?”

“Uh..”

“I thought we said 15 carrots, Chalkerson, I only counted 14” A bunny with an Italian accent said, throwing the bag to the ground in front of the now very scared Chalky,”You know what we do to those who can’t pay their debts, right?”

“I swear I had all 15! I counted this morning” Chalky said, backing away

“And now ya lyin’?” The Bunny tsked,”These fluffy ears have heard a lot but that’s gotta be the saddest attempt at a lie I’ve ever heard.. Get ‘em, boys”

Two large rabbits came from behind the talking bunny and slowly approached Chalky

“WAIT, I CAN GO TO THE STORE AND GET THE CARROT, PROMISE! PLEASE!” Chalky pleaded

“You know what? I don’t want to know” Chocolate Bar says,”You can do the bottom one and I’ll do the two above it”

Nail looked up at CB, “Wait, can you pick me up so I can-”

“No”

“C-Can you at least do it for the carrot part?!” Nail asked, looking at him with puppy dog eyes now,”It’ll be the last time you do it!”

There was a small silence between the two

“Fine”

It was JUST for the carrot, nothing more

“YAY!” Nail dropped the rocks on the snow, only picking up a few and scuttling towards the snowboy to put them on

The whole thing only took a few minutes at most and done mostly in silence, with only small giggles coming from Nail.

It was soon time for the last part, the carrot

Nail reached his arms up towards CB, ready to be picked up, which CB did, reluctantly. Once Nail was close enough to the snowboy, he jabbed the snowboy’s head with the carrot’s end, leaving the green leaf as its nose. It wasn’t until Nail really looked at the snowboy that he saw his mistake but CB had already put Nail down by then.

“Wait, I did it wrong!” Nail said, reaching his arms towards CB once again, expecting to be picked up

“Not sure what you’re talking about, it looks perfectly fine to me!” CB laughed,”Plus, green noses aren’t mainstream, Latte would probably like this”

Nail lowered his hands and looked at the snowboy for a few seconds before laughing a little,”Yeah, Latte would like this”

CB couldn’t help but slightly smile at this

“Now let’s put our hats on it!” Nail said, already taking off his hat,”Me and Latte did it last year!”

CB could only sigh as he also took off his hat, grabbed Nail’s and put them one on top of the other onto the snowboy. He already threw out his self-respect the moment he picked up Nail the first time.

As much as CB hated to admit it (and he wasn’t going to either), he liked seeing Nail’s smile light up as he put the hats onto the snowboy.

“Right, we’re done here” Chocolate Bar says, backing away a bit to admire his and Nail’s work

There was silence for another few seconds

“Wanna get some hot cocoa?” Chocolate Bar asked, not even processing what he just said until it came out of his mouth and Nail already looked at him with a grin

That’s how he ended up making two cups of cocoa, putting on An American Tail, and sitting on his couch with Nail leaning on him, half asleep.

“Thanks, dad, today was the best” Nail mumbled

CB looked down at Nail and lightly patted his head and hummed,”Mhm, you.. did good today”

Maybe he wasn’t the same Chocolate Bar

Chapter Text

The moon shined down on four "friends" as they walked through the forest; Smartie, Latte, Muffin, and Cracker. Latte barely held onto several candles with a single lighter on top, Smartie balanced a can of spray paint precariously on his head, Muffin was holding a pizza box, and Cracker, who everyone was following, had a list of instructions somewhere in his hat.

"And you're sure that this is the ONLY way to get him back?," Smartie asked,"No other way, we couldn't just order a recovery center?"

"This is cheaper, faster, and easier," Cracker says, not even looking back at him

"I highly doubt that a ritual is easier than letting a machine revive h-"

"He's legally not allowed to own a recovery center, " Latte says

Dead silence

"Wha-...what did you do?"

"Guys, I think the pizza growled at me," Muffin said, not too far behind Latte and Cracker

"Don't worry, as long as the pizza stays inside the box, it won't bite"

"And of course, you'd give the death box to me," Muffin quickly walked up beside Latte and nudged him,"Latte, can we trade?"

"No"

"We're here!," Cracker proudly announced, shuffling awkwardly to try to get his hat off

The small group stopped in a small clearing of the forest where the moonlight shines directly only on a small patch of grass.

"Latte, surround the white candles around that light-,"Cracker motioned towards the moonlight spot in the grass,"-in a square shape and in the spaces fill it with the red candles, then light them"

"Where did you even find this ritual? It doesn't even seem that demonic," Latte comments as he put the candles down

"Mango gave it to me"

"You're blindly following the instructions of a ritual given to you by your company's rival?," Smartie asked, raising an eyebrow

"Yeah"

"And you see no problem with that?"

"I'm desperate"

"My bet is that it won't even work and we're all wasting our night," Muffin stated

"Then why did you insist on coming with us?!," Cracker asked

"To laugh when it does"

"I hope the pizza eats you"

"I hope you get your foot stuck in a shoe again"

"Well I hope YOU-"

"What's next?," Latte asked

"Oh- right," Cracker quickly read the next part,"Use chalk/paint/spray paint to draw a line connecting all the white candles to each other"

Latte took the spray paint off of Smartie's head, much to his relief, and started spraying.

"Let's say it does work, what are you going to say to him?," Smartie asks

"Didn't think that far"

"Of course you didn't," Muffin rolled her eyes

"Remember that time you LOST to me?"

"It. Was. Rigged!," The pizza, as if it could sense Muffin's anger, growled and shook in her arms

"Can you put your problems aside for a moment?," Smartie intervened, stepping in between the two

"No," They both said

"Next?," Latte yelled from Afar

Cracker, while still glaring at Muffin, glanced at the sheet of paper,"Put an item that reminds you of the deceased in the center of the light"

"I'm sorry. A moldy, most likely living, pizza reminds you of Micro?," Latte asked, looking over at Cracker like he'd had arms again as they took the pizza from Muffin. The pizza immediately started barking.

"It wasn't alive when I first got it"

"Why would you buy a moldy pizza?," Smartie asked

"It was on sale at the moldy pizza store"

"There's a store?!"

"Smartie, stop questioning things, or else you'll be like SharkBearBerry," Muffin states

"Exactly, and we already have enough nonsense around here! Earlier today, he even said that we're in a fanfiction, like the stuff that Latte writes," Cracker says, earning a quick glare from Latte as he walked over to the candles,"The last thing I have to do is say some words and we'll have Mirco back for a few hours!"

"A few hours?," Latte repeated, this time a question

"Yeah, it says here that you'll have the deceased back until the sunrise the next day," Cracker pointed his foot at the last line

"Why didn’t we do this earlier? You know… so we could have Micro back for a little longer?”

“To make sure that bus doesn’t come through and kill him a 3rd time! Duh!,” Cracker stated condescendingly,”Now toss the pizza in the middle so I can chant”

Latte, hesitantly and VERY carefully, put the pizza box in the middle of the square and quickly backed up as the “pizza” inside growled.

“Alright, now everyone shut up!,” Cracker demanded, before looking at the paper,”AHEM- Dear powerful and ever so merciful Glub, relinquish Micro’s soul on this beautiful night for just this night so I may see him once more!,”He then got on his knees,”PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GLUB PLEEEEASSSE LET ME SEE MICRO YOU GOTTA BRING HIM BACK YOU JUST HAVE TO! PLEASE!”

“It is NOT that serious,” Muffin mumbled

“It says on the paper to beg to Glub”

“No, it does not,” Muffin grumbled, snatching the paper from Cracker,”’Pray and beg (like actual begging, scream and cry if you have to) Glub to give you your loved one back’... huh”

“Told you!”

“Well how come it’s not working?!”

“Probably because you interrupted me-”

Suddenly, the moonlight that was shining down on the pizza box grew brighter, so bright that all four had to look away from the scene. Despite not seeing anything, they could hear an angelic choir saying in a singing:

Your howls have been heard
Your rite just right
Now free your friend
We’ve granted your gift
We fair you good niiiight

The singing and light slowly faded, leaving nothing but quiet.

The group looked at where that accursed pizza box once was and their eyes widened for what stood in that square was not Micro, but instead that same box had now grown to the size of the very square it now stood, on four sharp, jagged, and spindly cardboard legs, in. It’s lid opened just enough to see pepperoni eyes, now mostly green and fuzzy due to mold, stare dead ahead at the four of them. Cheese, just as old and molded over as its eyes, overflowed from every side dripping onto the moonlight grass. The disgusting smell of rotted food entered the air, making most of the group gag.

“I don’t think that’s Micro,” Muffin mumbled

Cracker stared at her,“Wow, thank you Sherlock-”

The pizza monster roared and the group quickly ran through the woods, the monster following close behind.

“CRACKER, WHAT IS THAT?!,” Smartie yelled at Cracker

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”

“YOU SUMMONED IT!,” The three yelled at him

“Oh yeah… MUFFIN PROBABLY MESSED US UP WITH HER NEGATIVE ENERGY!”

“DID NOT!”

“DID TOO!”

“DID NOT!”

“DID TOO!

“DID N-”

“If the last thing I hear is you two arguing, I’m going to haunt you,” Latte threatened
“Assuming ANYONE gets out of this alive!,” Smartie said

The four made it through the forest and Cracker looked back for only a moment to see the monster still after them.

“We CAN’T keep running, we gotta hide”

Cracker thought for the first time in a while… what’s a safe place for them to go to THIS late at night?! Some place where Cracker knows won’t turn them down and hel-

“CHOCOLATE BAR’S HOUSE!,” Cracker yelled

“NO!,” The three practically spat at him. Even the monster seemed unhappy with his choice as it roared.

“The fact that you even SUGGESTED that makes me wanna throw you to the monster,” Muffin said

“Do we have ANY other choice?,” Cracker asked

Smartie quickly started to list,“My house, your house, Latte’s house, Muffin’s house-”

“-you guys are NOT coming into my house,” Muffin quickly added

“-Whatever, I’m saying that ANY place is better than HIS”

“Well we’re already here so if YOU want to stay outside with the moldy pizza monster, be my guest!,” Cracker said as he suddenly stopped at Chocolate Bar’s front door before quickly lifting up his foot and rapidly pressing the doorbell because his life depended on it

Chocolate Bar couldn’t sleep, he’s been feeling off for the past couple hours like something was seriously wrong. He usually only got that feeling when Ice Cream Sandwich was in trouble and considering how Snowcone wasn’t blasting him with calls, he assumed that his kid was fine.

So what could possibly-

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING

Chocolate Bar sat up in his bed with a jolt,“DEAR GLUB, IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!,” He yelled as his doorbell kept ringing

“CHOCOLATE BAR PLEASE LET US IN! THERE’S A MONSTER!!! A REAL MONSTER! HELLLLP!,” The muffled voice of Cracker screamed

Chocolate Bar let out a loud groan before looking at his calendar just to make sure he got it right; October 31st. Halloween. Yeah, he doubted it was a real monster, but he didn’t want anyone to break down his door… again.

He hopped out of bed and walked his way to the front door, opening it-

Cracker burst through the door, running into his house and ducking under the table while Latte, Muffin, and Smartie all stood outside with the largest frowns he’s ever seen.

“Alright where’s the ‘mon’- WHAT IS THAT?!,” Chocolate Bar yelled, pointing at the giant pizza thing in the distance getting ever so close to his house. That did NOT look like a costume.

“Long story,” Smartie grumbled

“It really isn’t if you think about it,” Latte commented,”We just tried to do a demonic ritual to try and bring back Micro”

“It wasn’t even demonic, it had angels and singing!,” Muffin stated

“I don’t think the giant pizza monster is an ange-”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET IN!,” Chocolate Bar yelled at the three

Smartie was quick to retort,“I mean regardless if it’s an angel or not, we don’t know if it’s going to KILL us, so I say we stay out he-”

“I’m going to count to 3”

With all four safely(?) in the house, tucked within a corner, and the door locked (like that would stop the rampaging monster) Chocolate Bar wanted an answer.

“What did you guys DO?!,” He yelled at the four

“We used a ritual that Mango gave me to try and bring back Micro, but it didn’t bring back Micro!,” Cracker quickly explained

Chocolate Bar let out a sigh and rubbed his face,”Why did you listen to Mango AGAIN?!,” he said, exasperated

“It seemed real!”

“CLEARLY it WASN’T”

The two had very little time to bicker as the monster rammed through the door, completely breaking it, earning a scream from the group including him.

Chocolate Bar couldn’t let these idiots die, mainly because he doesn’t think ‘a giant pizza monster killed them’ would hold up in court.

He grabbed a chair and tossed it at the monster, making it duck and for the chair to hit the top of the lid before crashing to the floor. It crept closer, knowing the group had nowhere to run.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!,” Smartie yelled

“SAVING YOU IDIOTS!,” Chocolate Bar yelled back before tossing yet another chair at the monster, hitting it once again on its head. It grew closer.

“AT LEAST AIM FOR THE LEGS!,” Muffin shouted

Chocolate Bar grabbed a third and final chair, the last one that was within his reach, aiming for the legs as he slid it with all of his might…

…and missed, the chair ending up right in front of the beast. He backed up, making sure to stand in front of his former contestants.

“Anyone want to admit something before we die?,” Smartie asked

“The fanfic I wrote about Gamball Machine and Smurtie… was actually about Gumball Machine and you,” Latte admitted

“We already knew that, anyone else?”

“Chocolate Bar was the one that fixed my hair!,” Cracker said quickly

“You said The Rock fixed it!,” Muffin said

“That’s on you for believing me”

As the monster crept closer, it opened its lid even wider, showing off its rotted cheese-filled maw. Chocolate Bar backed up as far as he could trying to cover those behind him as best as he could like he could somehow hide them.

The long, spindly legs of the creature suddenly got caught on the chair and it tripped over. With one final roar, it fell flat on its face with a big ‘SPLAT’.

“Oh… ew,” Smartie cringed

“Is it… dead?,” Latte asked

Chocolate Bar stepped forward and kicked the box. Nothing.

“Looks like it,” Chocolate Bar mumbled

“So… are we going to talk about you trying to hel-”

A groan came from the pizza box and the rotted cheese that had dripped onto the floor started bubbling before the cheese started to rise, lifting the box up. The small group behind him stepped back, disgust present on each of their faces.

Yeah, no he wasn’t dealing with that.

Chocolate Bar repeatedly stomped on the rising cheese making it go down.

“Hey guys- OW OW OW! OH MY GLUB! STOP!,” A familiar voice came from the cheese

“MICRO?!,” Latte and Cracker gasped causing Chocolate Bar to pause his stomping for just a second, foot in midair. Latte seemingly frozen still.

As the cheese melted away onto the floor, it revealed Micro in the center of the mess, on his knees covering his head with his hands, his eyes squeezed shut. What was happening?

Micro opened one eye and looked up at Chocolate Bar just as he put his foot down. Micro let out a relieved sigh before standing up,”Hi guys!,” He greeted

“MICRO! Oh my Glub it worked, it really worked!,” Cracker said happily,”In your FACE, Muffin!”

Muffin scoffed as Cracker ran up to Micro,” MAN, I have SO MUCH to tell you! You GOTTA see Chalky and Broomer and Clay and… and…,” Cracker frowned as he saw the sun start to rise

As the first rays hit Micro, he started to lose form.

“Oh, didn’t think it would happen THIS soon,” Micro commented, seemingly unbothered

“No… no… I JUST got you back!,” Cracker mumbled

Micro leaned down and hugged Cracker, smiling,”Tell Chalky and the others I said hi!”

Cracker could do nothing but lean into the hug,“Micro…”

Micro put Cracker down as the rays of the sun hit his arms, making them disappear,”It was nice to see you again! See you next Halloween! Bye friends!,” He said, the light now up to his mouth

“Bye Chocolate Bar”