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"Come on! It'd be so much fun!" Poppy said in a somewhat whiny tone.

"Yeah! Quit being a baby and let's go."

Poppy and Shrimp had the amazing idea to leave Gardenview and go a something called a bar. One of the parents talked about it and Shrimpo got curious about what it was.

Boxten was against the idea completely. "Guys, no. We're gonna get in do much trouble!"

Shrimpo rolled his eyes. "It will only be a few hours. No one will know!" Boxten still looked hesitant.

Poppy clasped her hands together under her chin and gave the best puppy eyes she could muster. "Please Boxten? Pretty pleassse?~" She flutters her eye lashes a bit to seal the deal.

[10 minutes later]

"I can't believe I listened to you two.." Boxten walked behind the two trouble makers.

"Oh, calm down you big baby, we'll be fine." Shrimpo waved him off.

Poppy on the other hand was on her phone looking for directions. "Where almost there! We just need to turn this corner."

They turn the corner to see a building in neon lights and loud music coming out of said building. People lined up outside a door with a scary looking man up front of it. Poppy and Shrimp looked in aw at the building. While Boxten felt his anxiety raise at the sight of it.

His heart pounds in his chest so hard he can hear it in his ears. His body felt numb, his breath was freezing like ice. He felt sick and he wasn't even inside yet..

"Boxten!"

Boxten snapped out of the trance he was and finally took a breath. "W- What?"

He looked at Poppy who had a worried look on her face. "Are you okay? Is this to much for you? We can go back!"

Shrimpo snapped his neck to her. "WHAT!? We made it all this way just to go back-"
Before he could finish, Poppy shot her hand to the back of Shrimpo's head. "Shut it!"

"AH!" Shrimpo let out a yelp and held his head. "What the hell!?"

Poppy gave him a glare before turning back to Boxten, taking his hands in hers. He felt his face flush and get hot. "I'm sorry if we pushed you. Would you like to go home?" Her voice was soft and gentle.

For a moment.. he wanted to say yes. But maybe, just maybe.. this is the moment he could come out of his shell. People always say he needed to get out there more..

"No.." He whispered. Poppy looked at him with surprise. He gave her a weak smile. "I'll be fine! I- I want to do this."
Poppy looked at him for a few more minutes before nodding. "Alright. Let's go then!"

She grabbed their hands and headed to the door.

"Excuse me!" Poppy said. The door man looked down at the three. "Uh, sorry. But there are no kids allowed inside."

Poppy looked confused. "Kids? No, no! We're adults. We're just naturally short."

The man looked at them all again. "I guess.. you can go in." He stepped aside and opened the door to the bar.

"Thank you, sir!" Poppy dragged the two inside.

Now inside the building the music was now louder the ever, the lights were big and bright, almost blinding. The place smells of alcohol, sweat, and something else that they couldn't put their finger one..

"Now this is more like it!" Shrimpo said. He looked around with excitement.

Boxten tighten his grip on Poppy's hand. All she did was give a squeeze back, as a way of saying she was right there for him.

"Let's go have fun, yeah?" Poppy smiled at him.

Boxten relaxed a bit. "Yeah.. let's go."

[Few hours later]

"WHERE ARE THEY!?"

Back at Gardenview, Cosmo and Sprout were the only two awake at this time. They had to bake a bunch of things for tomorrow's party. They went looking for the three so they can taste test the baked goods, only to find out they weren't in their rooms.

Now they can't find them anywhere.

"Sprout, please calm down! Your hyperventilating." Cosmo put his hands on Sprout's arm trying to calm him down.

"Calm down? Calm down!?" Sprout's breathing was rapid and uneven. "How can I possibly calm down when THREE toons are missing!? What if their hurt or endanger!?"
Cosmo looked at his friend as he paced in place listing everything that could have possibly happened to the three.

Of course Cosmo was worried about them, they were his friends after all! But panicking would do no good in this situation. Sprout was known to over think like Boxten. Just his is.. more intense. Being the main toon along with having to take care of everyone was a lot on his shoulders.

Boxten's anxiety is pretty much the same thing as Sprout's in the way. But instead of pacing back and forth, yelling when stressed, and almost fainting from losing breath.. Boxten freezes. No talking, no moving, no nothing. Just stands there like a deer in headlights- "Bwoof!"

"Huh?" Cosmo didn't realize he spaced out for a moment. Pebble looked at him with worry and whines. "Oh, sorry Pebble. Must have spaced out for a moment."

Sprout was still going on his rant, his face was starting to turn more red then it already was.

Cosmo made a quick decision and picked up Pebble with a grunt. Pebble was quite heavy considering he was a literal rock. He walked over to Sprout and slammed Pebble into Sprout chest. Not enough to hurt either of them, just enough to knock Sprout down. And since Pebble was the same weight as an actual rock..

"AH-!" And just like that he was down. Pebble barked at Sprout as he tried to catch his breath. Pebble licked Sprout's nose making Sprout sneeze.

Cosmo bent down over him, "Calm now?"

Sprout looked at his best friend with wide eyes. "I'd feel a lot better.. *huff, huff* If you didn't throw a rock at me."

"Arf!"

"Sorry Peb.." Sprout gave Pebble some pats as an apology for insulting the dog.

Cosmo smiled at the two. Just then the front door opens making all of them turn around.

There stood Poppy, she looked tired and a few minutes away from a break down. On her back laid Boxten who was knocked out cold. And Shrimpo..

"Let me go you witch!"

"Shrimpo for the last I'm not a witch!"

Sprout pulled Pebble off of him with a grunt and was about to go off on the three, but Cosmo bet him to the punch.

"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING UP THIS LATE!?"

Boxten woke up from the shouting. Shrimpo sobered up real quick. Poppy looked like a kicked dog.

"Do you know how worried we were!? It's been gosh knows how long you've been gone!" Cosmo's hands were on his hips as he towed over them. He wasn't that tall either, but he felt like a giant. "And now you come back smelling like alcohol. You couldn't have at least left a note and where you were? What if something bad happened to you three!?"

Guilt washed over them. Out of all the toons that could be mad at them, Cosmo was the last person you want to make mad.

Poppy was the first to speak up. "We're so sorry! We just wanted to explore! We won't do it again!"

Cosmo let out the most angry glare he could muster. "Oh, I know you won't. Because Boxten can barely stand up straight, Shrimpo looks like he's about to punch something, and you look like your about to cry."

As if on que, she bursted into tears. "Please don't be mad at us! We won't do it again!" She threw her arms around him sobbing into his chest.

Sprout finally walked over to the trouble makers. "I think their drunk. Maybe we should put them to bed."

Cosmo let out a breath. "Yeah.. I'll scold them tomorrow."

Sprout patted his friends back. "Don't worry! They'll get an earful tomorrow before the party." He then takes Poppy, who's still crying into his arms. "I'll take Poppy. You can take those two."

Cosmo crossed his arms. "You just don't want to deal with Shrimpo."

Sprout laughs. "Oh, no! You have it all wrong. I'm not taking Shrimpo because if he hits me, I'll be the last thing he sees!" Then he walked away with Pebble trailing behind him, leaving Cosmo to deal with the two.

The next morning, the three woke up with headaches and major regrets.

*BELCH!*

Boxten lifted his head from the toilet. He's been throwing up since he woke up. "Eh.. why did I have so much to drink.."

"Dude, shut up! Your too loud!" Shrimpo buried his head in the mess of pillows. His head pounds like a drum. Poppy on the other hand hasn't moved from her spot on the couch. She's awake, just won't leave her nest of blankets.

Boxten stumbled out of the bathroom and and flips on the couch. "I'm never drinking again.."

Poppy finally moved, flopping her head on Boxten's lap, using it as her own personal pillow. He sighed and rubbed her head trying to soothe the pain in her head. At least he hope he was..

"Sprout, no!"

"Arf, arf!" Cosmo's panicked voice rings though the air, along with barking from Pebble.

Shrimpo got his head out from the pillows and looked over the couch. Poppy and Boxten followed. Only to feel dread when they see Sprout coming at them like he wanted to rip them in half.

Cosmo stood in front of Sprout trying to push back, but it did nothing. Pebble was holding onto Sprout pant leg also trying to hold him back, it too did nothing.

"Uh, why does it feel like we're in danger..?" Shrimpo said.

"That's probably because we are.." Boxten whispered.

Poppy let out a whine and shrunk deeper into the blankets.

Sprout finally reached them and he looked PISSED.

"Idiotas.."

Just then, the three knew their fate was sealed. "W- What's happening?" Boxten asked.

Cosmo sighed, still holding Sprout back. "You guys didn't pay for anything at the bar did you..?"

.....

"Your supposed to pay for that?" Shrimpo asked.

Sprout snapped. "¿¡Qué quieres decir con "se supone que debes pagar por ello"!?"

Cosmo looked at Sprout before looking back at the three. "A man showed up with a bill of almost 600 dollars. Now their asking us to pay or they'll take legal action."

"WHAT!?"

"EH!?"

"AHH!"

Boxten, Shrimpo, and Poppy looked like they got hit with a dead fish. But that bill was the least of their worries.. the true danger was right behind Cosmo.

"Boxten, Shrimpo, Poppy... cuando termine con ustedes tres..." Sprout's voice was almost a whisper, but the threat in his tone was very clear.

"Sprout! ¡Basta!" Cosmo said, then snapped his head to look at the three. "I'd suggest you three run and hide for a rest of the day."

They didn't have to be told twice, they booked it as Sprout yelled and cursed in Spanish. They spent the rest of the day hiding in Cosmo's room.

At least they had fun while it lasted..

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`Being a main toon wasn't easy.. there was so many responsibilities that came with the roll. The mains your put on a pedestal, made as an example for other toons and what they should be.

The pressure of this roll can be crushing. Suffocating..

Dandy was the star of the show, but yet he never felt he was perfect enough to fit the mold Delilah made.

Shelly was so sweet and caring, but was always in last place.

Astro was shy but always there for his fellow toons, but he couldn't even stick up for himself.

Sprout was strong willed and put other before himself, in the end, he forgets about himself.

Vee was nice despite her rudeness, yet she was going to be replaced because of a simple bug.

Bobette was there to give others hope, but she still wasn't good enough for people, saying that Rudie should've been the main.

And then there's me.. Bassie.

How am I special?

Sprout can bake, Shelly is smart, Vee has talent, Astro gives good dreams, Dandy is everyone's favorite, Pebble is.. well Pebble, and Bobette is strong willed.

How am I special? All I do is talk about different flowers and try to be a good main toon, but I fail still. I literally have nothing that makes me special or a good main toon.

But Cocoa has everything.. she's cute, she has the energy, the personality, she can even make bon-bon's.

I can't do that. I can't do anything besides disappoint Delilah and my fellow toons by just existing. And what's worse is I know Cocoa would be a better main then me.. but I can't help but feel angry at the fact I'm not perfect like her.

Why can't I be like HER!?

Why..? Why.. WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?`

Bassie crushes the paper and throws it in the trash. 'Flutter says that writing about your feelings sometimes help with emotions.. then why isn't it helping me?' Bassie thinks to herself.

Tears filled her eyes again. She didn't understand what she was doing wrong. Was she simply not made for this role? Will she be forgotten like Shelly? Or will she be replaced like the toon before her? Will she ever be enough for them? For anyone? Will-

"Bassie?"

The sudden voice snapped Bassie out of her train of thought. She quickly wiped away her tears and looked at who opened her door.

It was Flyte. Flyte was an interesting toon. He took things a little to literally and was quite blunt. But he also had this charm about him that Bassie couldn't describe. Maybe it was his looks? Or the way he talks to her?

"O- Oh, Flyte! I didn't hear you come in." Bassie put on smile that didn't quit reach her eyes. Flyte knows that smile. He's seen it so many times before..

"Yes, I wanted to check up on you." Flyte closed the door behind him and sat by Bassie on the bed. "You didn't show up for the meet and greet."

"Oh? Was that today? I didn't notice." Lie. She didn't want to be standing alone in the corner again. At least Shelly had some kids talk to her, Bassie had no one.

Flyte didn't look convinced. "I see.."

The silence was deafening. You could hear a pin drop.

"What's going on."

The question hung in the air for a moment.

"W- What are you talking about?" Bassie said trying to sound dumb.

Flyte gave a slight glare that made her smile falter. "Stop it. Just stop."

"Stop wha-"
In a flash Flyte grabbed her shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes. "Enough with the lies, Bassie!" He never raised his voice. Even when he was angry, he never raised his voice. "I've known you for years, Bassie. I can tell when something is wrong! I know that smile.. the smile you have when something is wrong but you don't want to be a burden so you keep it to yourself."

"The way your eyes look away so other down see the bags under your eyes, or the redness from you crying." His wing traces the under side of her eye. "Please, Bassie." His voice softened again as he let go of her.

"I- I'm sorry.." Flyte suddenly said. "I overstepped." His head hung in shame.

But Bassie wasn't mad.. no, she was far from it. Yet she couldn't help but let tears fall. The fact he's paid so much attention to her..

Flyte immediately panicked. "Ah! I- I'm so sorry, Bassie! Did I upset you? I overstepped didn't I? Bassie-"

While Flyte was panicking, Bassie was in her own world.

[Few Years Ago]

"Bassie, this is Flyte. He's the new toon you'll be working with. I hope you'll treat him well." Her toon handler said to her before leaving.

When they first met, Flyte didn't really speak at all. He would only talk with his sister, but he was so quiet Bassie could never hear their conversations. But that never bothered her. Bassie was always the first to talk with him, always ask him to play, always to everything first. Even if Flyte never talked or just looked the other way, she never stopped trying to reach out. To have a friend.

So after weeks of trying, he finally spoke.

"Can you tell me more about flowers?"

Bassie was caught off guard, but slowly.. she smiled. "Yes! Of course!" She had a friend.

"And this is a dandelion! Their technically a weed, but I think there still pretty." Bassie plucked it from the ground and held it up for Flyte.

He took it with his wing and eyed it curiously. "But.. it's a weed. How can it be pretty?"

Bassie continued to pick flowers. "I believe everything has some beauty in it. Even a simple weed is beautiful.. ah!" She picked up a dandelion that had turned white and fuzzy. She got up from the ground and held it in front of Flyte. "Here! See?"

Flyte glared at it for a moment. "I don't want see it.." He leans back before looking at her again. "But if you find it beautiful, then so will I."

That entire time.. he saw her. Learned everything about her.

[Back to present]

"Bassie, please forgive me if I made you upset!"

All she did was hug him. "Bassie?"

"I'm not okay.." That's all she said. That's all she had to say. "I'm scared I'm not good enough main toon. And.. I'm worried that Cocoa is going to replace me."

"What? Why would she replace you?" Flyte pulled away to look at her.

"Because she's everything I'm not.. she's pretty, she's talented, she's fun, everything a main should be. And I'm not.." Bassie let her head hung low as she looked at her hands in her lap.

"Lies.."

Bassie looked up to see Flyte glaring at her. "W- What?

"How dear you say such untrue things about yourself."

"I-"

He leans in and holds her hands with his wings. "You are the most beautiful and amazing toon I've ever laid my eyes on." Bassie felt her face flush, but he wasn't done. "You are smart, talented, and absolutely gorgeous. When we first met I didn't talk to you because.. because I didn't think I deserved to be in the presents of someone so amazing."

Bassie felt her breath catch in her throat as more tears fell.

"And I'm sorry it took me so long to say this, to let your worries get so far. I wish I could take them away so you can rest easy, but I can't." His fluff around his neck starts to puff a bit. His face red. "So, please, even if it's just a bad feeling.. come to me. Tell me what's wrong. I don't care if you need to cry, scream, hit, break something.. let me help you damn it." His voice was shaking, but he didn't break. Flyte held on strong, he always did. "Let me love you!"

Bassie gasped in surprise as Flyte pulled her closer.

"Even if you are replaced, I'll never stop fighting for you. Because you are perfect just the way you are. And if I have to yell it to Delilah herself, I will! Because I will not let that happen! You will not get replaced."

There was a long silence as they stared at each other. But it wasn't uncomfortable, it was.. something. Bassie felt calm for the first time in a while. The way Flyte looked at her and the words he said.. she felt warmth.

But after a minute they realize how close they were to each other and pulled apart with red faces.

Flyte cleared his throat while trying to pat down his fluff. "I'm sorry for rambling. I.. I don't like when you talk bad about yourself."

Bassie smoothed out her dress despite it not needing it. "N- No, thank you. I.. I needed to hear that."
Flyte nodded. "Good. I'm glad."

Bassie gave a glance at Flyte, he wasn't looking at her.. she could just..

Just like that, she laid her head on his shoulder. She felt him teasing and was about to get off, but a wing made her lay back down. She liked this.. she was happy. Flyte liked her and would do anything for her. She had to return the favor.

She'll make a promise to herself as of right now.. she will not be replaced. She will stay for as long as possible to stay by Flyte. To stay by his side like he's done for her.

Bassie will protect Flyte no matter what. And in return, Flyte will protect her no matter what.

That seems like a nice trade.