evey!!!!

Rodger wakes up late in the morning, him being tired from giving birth to his beautiful baby daughter, Toodles, a few weeks prior. He blinks his tired and heavy eye as he looks to his side and he sits up in his bed, searching for Glisten. Glisten usually sleeps next to Rodger every night and doesn’t get up in the morning until Rodger has gotten up, as they’ve been dating for years now, but as of lately Glisten has been leaving bed early in the morning. Ever since Rodger gave birth, Glisten has had a weird attitude towards him and Toodles. Glisten barely even talks to him now.

Rodger gets out of his bed wearily, some of his bones popping in the process. He picks up a glucometer from his dirty and dusty bedside table with an exhausted sigh. The magnifying glass then pricks his finger with the lancing device on the end, a tiny droplet of black ichor budding from his fingertip. After doing his morning ichor sugar test, Rodger slides on a pair of cheugy, old slippers Glisten gifted him on their one year anniversary and heads out of his room, glancing at the empty, tiny crib by his own bed. He typically dresses himself up more, with his black suit top and violet cravat, but ever since he gave birth to his daughter he has developed postpartum depression, making Rodger lose the motivation and energy to appear well put together. Depression paired with his current ailments of diabetes and high cholesterol have left him not even wanting to leave his bedroom, so him deciding to leave his room to do more than just go to the kitchen is a good sign of healing.

Rodger rides on the elevator to the floor below of his room, hoping to see Sprout with Toodles or Glisten. Rodger hasn’t been in the best headspace due to his mental health struggles, so he has hired Sprout as a temporary babysitter. When he reaches the floor, he turns the corner to see his boyfriend and some other toons standing around. Rodger starts to approach Glisten, but he quickly stops as he sees Glisten glaring at the circus troupe angrily. Glisten then brushes himself off and adjusts the large pink bow on his back to look as perfect as he possibly can be before marching towards the three friends, Rodger watching curiously from near the elevator.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Glisten stomps over towards Blot, who was chatting with his close friends. “I need to have a word with you.” Blot looks at Glisten and then back to Looey and Yatta with a puzzled expression on his face before finally turning towards the mirror. Glisten then leads Blot to the wall near the elevator where, presumably, no other toons were.

“?tahW” Blot sounds and looks confused as to why Glisten seems upset with him, as they rarely even see each other around.

“Listen… I know you’ve been talking to Rodger, it’s okay to admit it. That baby Toodles looks so similar to you, I will say it is a teeny tiny bit uncanny! You’re like a light graphite color, meanwhile she’s around a black mist. Those two colors are so close together when compared to me, a humble south shore sun.” Glisten talks smugly, having a twinge of passive aggressiveness in his voice.

Blot looks to the side and then back at Glisten, “.htnom a ecno mih ot kaeps ylno I ,netfo regdoR ot klat neve t'nod I ???seldooT si ohW”

Glisten scoffs a little at the bits and pieces of Blot’s sentence he was able to actually understand, “I don’t believe you for a second, you’re the only toon here that looks like that child. It’s obvious that Toodles is not me and Rodger’s daughter, he had to have cheated on me with you.”

Blot just stares at Glisten, confused at how he even came to the conclusion that Rodger would’ve cheated on Glisten with him.

“Whatever. I thought we could have a nice conversation, but you’re just making excuses and acting all confused,” Glisten sighs dramatically and storms off angrily, muttering to himself, “Where’s Boxten… He’s one of the only toons with some sense around here.”

“?melborp sih s'tahW” Blot scoffs before going back over to his friends to discuss Glisten’s accusatory and unusual behavior.

Rodger stays standing in his hiding place as the two toons move away from their “talking” spot, his stomach twisting after hearing Glisten accuse Rodger of cheating on him with Blot. Rodger and Blot never speak to each other, only exchanging simple greetings around once a month. He peeks around the corner to watch where Glisten walks to, his gut turning and twisting at the thought of Glisten wanting to see Boxten so suddenly.

Glisten goes to Boxten’s room and lightly taps on the door. A short moment later the door briefly opens and Glisten walks in before the door closes behind him. Rodger slowly and quietly walks near Boxten’s room, trying to not draw any attention to himself. As he gets closer and closer the sound of Glisten’s giggling and Boxten’s voice. Rodger instantly feels sick, though he continues to linger around the room out of curiosity.

Is Glisten really cheating on me…? Or am I just anxious? Rodger thinks to himself, his gut telling him that Glisten is indeed cheating on him with Boxten. Rodger’s stomach continues to twist and turn at the idea of Glisten cheating on him with Boxten of all people. He was never one to assume things about his boyfriend’s relationship with the music box until now. Glisten only ever had such sweetness in his laugh when he was with Rodger, but now he’s hearing that same laughter coming from Boxten’s room.

Rodger feels his eye tear up as he continues to think about what could possibly be happening between Glisten and Boxten in that room now. He starts walking to the kitchen, one of the only places he can muster up the energy to go to ever since he got pregnant with this little ray of sunshine.

He walks into the kitchen to see Sprout and Cosmo baking together as usual, with Toodles sleeping peacefully in a sling that goes across Sprout’s chest. The two bakers turn around and wave to Rodger as soon as they spot him.

Rodger’s eyebrow furrows a little, “Sprout, I told you to stop carrying her like that when you’re in the kitchen. It’s dangerous.”

“I think it’s safer to have her where I can see her at all times! She’s in good hands I promise,” Sprout then raises one of his hands to rub Toodles’ bald, 8 ball baby head.

“Right…” Rodger then looks over to the counter to find a batch of freshly iced cupcakes resting on a cooling rack, “Say, may I have a taste of one of those?”

Cosmo chimed in, “Of course you can! Be careful though, the cupcakes on the right of the rack are extra sugary and the left is sugar free.”

Rodger then picks up a cupcake from the left side of the rack and he peels back the wrapper slightly before taking a bite of the cupcake with his eye-mouth thing. “Wow! You boys did an amazing job, this is delecta-”

Rodger then falls to the kitchen floor, Sprout and Cosmo looking at the man on the floor in horror while Rodger’s little girl stays resting. He is a diabetic, so things packed with sugar have the ability to make him go into a hyperglyemic episode.

“Sprout… I think the right was sugar free, not the other way around.”

“Yeah…”

“Will Rodger be okay…?”

“Yeah, if we get him into the Dandy Hospital™ soon he will be fine. Don’t worry,” Sprout then puts his hand on Cosmo’s shoulder and gently squeezes it to comfort him. In reality Rodger won’t be 100% okay, he’ll probably be bedridden for the rest of his life since he shattered some bones in his old, fragile legs. Whoops.

THE END <3

thx to my bff valen for drawing the rodger picture. hes cute.

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@glistenling

Glisten sat in his dimly lit padded room, dying of boredom. “oh man” he said. There wasn’t anything for him to do here. he really was not sure how to pass this dreary wednesday afternoon. Then… he had an idea. He unlocked the door of his room and climbed the exit ladder to the street. He walked down the cold wet concrete sidewalk until he reached his destination.

The bowling place.

He opened the doors to The Bowling Place and was greeted by a familiar face. “hey’ said Looey. Looey owned the place. He was what some might call a master bowler. Like, he really liked bowling. “Hey” glisten said back. “So, “ glisten said “how much is it for one bowling lane for one hour?” “Oh, this is a hard question” said looey, “have you tried looking at the sign right there?” Looey pointed at the sign on the wall that said all the bowling prices and times. “Thank you looey” said glisten, who also sighed. He gave Looey 2 quarters and looey gladly accepted them. “Oh wait, does this also cover the bowling shoe rental?” glisten asked looey. Looey shook his head and held out his hand (if he had one). Glisten sighed again, but this time more dramatically and then gave looey another quarter and then looey gave glisten a shoe or two.

 Glisten put on his bowling shoes and walked away to his lane. He looked at the selection of bowling balls. “Wow, there’s a lot of options” he thought. But before starting to bowl he entered his name on the display to track his points. He picked up the heaviest bowling ball (18 pounds). The ball he picked up was pink. He tried to bowl it but he really couldn’t because he’s not that strong. It went straight to the gutter. He tried bowling again but with another ball that was less heavy. This time, he tried with the ball that was 10 pounds. He bowled it and was able to knock down 2 pins. He jumped with joy, but then felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, to see his good old friend blot. 

“Hey” said blot. “Hi” said glisten back, “long time no see, yeah?”. “It has certainly been a while glisten.” said blot. “That’s cool” said glisten. They shook hands. Blot raised his hand for a high five but glisten didn’t notice. “So you like to bowl?” Glisten asked Blot. “Yeah, i dabble.” replied Blot. “Cool,” said Glisten. Blot then waved and walked away.