Jobless Raccoon

Chapter 0: Birthday.

I have always been terrified of the dark, afraid of the unknown, unable to see, and helpless to the things I fear the most. It is one of the many primal fears of all. Unable to move my arms or my legs. These thoughts of mine all became meaningless without a purpose, just as being. Another insignificant being under the eyes of angels.

I just wanted someone not to make me feel alone in the dark.

To not feel naked vulnerability.

Someone to hold me,

And tell me it will all be okay.

The sound of a latch clicking, followed by footsteps on old, creaking stairs, trembling under its weight.

Then clicked. There was a beam of light that tore through the darkness, blurring my vision briefly. The bright light made my entire face wrinkle in despair, not a pleasant experience, being suddenly blinded after weeks with no sunlight. Yet my mind suddenly felt clearer, gaining a broader vision.

A silhouette of someone, a tall and much broader figure, presumably a male, towering over her, staring. The figure became a more defined shape. A young man who wasn't well built but average, dressed in a long white coat and wearing a gray sanitary mask.

He has ashen-red frosting, contrasting his muted blue eyes, grinning gleefully from ear to ear as he effortlessly pulled me out of my confinement, cradling me in his arms before pulling down his face mask, peppering a tentative kiss on my cheek and forehead.

Like a saviour, a pure, untouched divine being.

The man seems to be amusing himself. “Good morning, my Purin. Have you slept well today? Do you miss me?” His voice was slightly muffled by the mask. There was something oddly unsettling about him, a feeling that Purin couldn't shake. Purin looked back. A white bed with belts? Why? It was all too strange, leaving her with more questions than answers. Then she felt a sudden contact, a flick to her forehead that got her holding her head at the sensation, and then a boop to the nose. “Pay attention, my sweetness.”

The room was as dark as inside the box; it was decrepit, and the walls were stained with jam. The only light source was from the door leading upstairs and a small window above the box. The light wasn't enough from outside; it was an ominous, cloud-covered sky.

No one was waiting for me on the Outside.

From the deepest pits of hell, waiting for me from the Outside.

No reason to go Outside.

“...Who are you?” Purin couldn't help but ask. Though she has a feeling he's just avoiding the question. She was curious; she just wanted to know and assess her current surroundings, but it appeared her thoughts were much faster than her body could keep up with. A sluggish feeling in her entire being.

“Haah, sigh, my sweet Purin, you never change, do you? Always asking questions and filling your silly little head with empty calories.” He smiled as he punctuated his own words. His finger trailed from her forehead to her nose, then to her pursed lips.“You. Don't. Need. To. Think. About anything.” He's avoiding the question. Purin’s eyes narrowed, and her attention shifted to the side in mild annoyance.

“Don't poke around too much into my stuff again, will you? You don't want to be getting into trouble again, do you, pudding?” He smiled eerily often, which made her shake to her core in discomfort. Such feelings subsided rather quickly as he pinched her nose again in a playful, chastising manner. “Keep your eyes on me. My Purin.”

“Doctor. Call me Doctor, Creator, Darling, or Master, however you please, because I'm your maker, Purin, the master of your world. I made you~ and you owe your life, your body, and your soul to me. It's a good thing I left the cooler on. I wouldn't want you to melt again at a time like this… like last time.” He puffed his cheeks, carrying her upstairs as if her calories were weightless to him and meant nothing. “It's still embarrassing looking back. You were practically putty back then…”

“Today is a special day, Purin. It's our anniversary and it's your birthday, and though it was a bit too harsh of me to keep staying mad at you and your punishment on YOUR day. You know how much I hate being mad at you when you're this adorable~”

Upstairs looked fairly normal; the temperature was just right for her to be able to keep her current form from melting. It is all white and clean, sterile as a hospital room, the room contrasting with the dark, empty, and unclean basement. The current atmosphere smells sweet, with a table for four with well intentionally placed dining equipment, birthday hats, and, most importantly of all, a pink strawberry shortcake.

[Happy 28th birthday and Welcome Home Purin!] Written on the cake with white frosting.

I felt kind of silly that I didn't remember my own birthday. As people eventually grow older, it feels like a day like any other day, and then they celebrate them less and less by the year. This was quite the grand gesture that someone went out of their way, spending their time and earnings to celebrate such a minor event.

As she drew closer to the table to see the cake more clearly, there was something inscribed on the cake. 28th birthday? Now that she thinks about it, life went on in a breeze, and recalling them left a blank space in the back of her mind, and it was too blurry to even remember the minor details of her life. To think that she was almost in her thirties.

The two of them sat quietly across the table; the silence between them weighed heavily. Not even a butter knife could cut through it. It feels like she's walking on eggshells around this guy.

(There's something wrong with him.)

“Sorry, my dear Purin, we were supposed to be expecting more guests for the night, but they have a lot of work to do, so they'll have to deal with leftover crumbs.” Unbothered, he seems to reveal this revelation. Almost apathetic, disregarding their presence like nothing but background noise, as he stuffed his face with cake.

“You'll eventually meet them later.” The doctor outstretched his arms, caressing the surface of her skin; it felt slick and as smooth as butter whisked into perfection. His masterpiece. The caramelized sugar, the sweetest decoration, lies on the very top of her droopy hair. She was an angel baked with nothing but sweetness within her batter.

“Well…um. Who are these ‘guests’ you are speaking of, doctor?”

“Just some colleagues, my sweetness.”

It all just fell silent once more, with just him staring at her, and it made her feel vulnerable. It wasn't the most pleasant experience to be watched so persistently; those eyes never left hers as if it were under her very liquid form. Putin's eyes wander to look at rather impressive forms of furniture from the counter to the cabinet, yet the thing she doesn't spare any attention to at first. The nonexistent ceiling.

Where something should have been wasn't there, only white space as if it was incomplete and under maintenance, and still very conceptual. Under watchful eye in the ‘sky’ surrounded by angelic wings, colors shifting and beating welded together creating this muddled distortion still very much present, still very much real, and not the making of her imagination, watching something told her not to acknowledge its presence.

“Do you have a family or do you live alone, Doctor?” Purin wasn't much of an icebreaker in conversations, only asking whatever questions came to mind, but asking those few conversation openers rather than prompting a meaningful talk between them only made the doctor scowl, making her worried that she might have opened distasteful memories for him. The Doctor quickly masked his feelings with a smile.

“The only family that I have and only need is you. For you is my most precious thing.”

Purin felt as if he was hiding something, but didn't bother to egg him on about feeling that it wouldn't lead to anything meaningful.

“Can we go Outside?”

These dialogues live rent-free in my mind every day because I used to feel the same way at some point in my life. The fear of abandonment and being emotionally dependent on my abusive mother. My mother is emotionally neglectful this made me think every day, "What if I ended up like Ashley? What if." Glad I didn't turn out like Andrew and Ashley I'm grateful I had someone who is there for me fortunately.

Unfortunately, I can tell these people are speaking from their asses and never played the game themselves. This is what making slop content without DOING research does to a person. Same shit happened to Psychocuties I'll never forgive Junidrawz. Which lead to a creator THAT DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG to get harassed online and doxxed.

Also Lily didn't you SA Ur sister and got away with it? Funny how you made a commentary video critiquing a game that is criticising people like you. You have a history and a track record of abuse, manipulation, spreading lies, misinformation, and talking out of your ass completely misinterpreting the content you criticise because you're incapable of forming anything of your own. You're incapable of reading between the subtext and deeper themes without someone telling it to your face girl you're a grown ass adult who wants fucked up media to tell you it's fucked up and these characters are in the wrong when you're viewing the story through their perspective of course they won't seem like the bad guy because they are not in their eyes the real story history is told by the victor.

Is it not lazy shock content and accusing the creator of making incest fetish content with no proof really? You barely even made any substantial points, completely glossing over major plot points the game already foreshadowed the thing you're ranting about the incestuous undertones were already there since the very first chapter and it completely flew over your head because you didn't play the game to begin with it was never portrayed as a good thing. When people explained the entire thing to you in your comments debunking your "criticisms" we are reading into it too much in a lackluster game? It's the entire point it's a character-driven game to analyse the character and chapter 3 proves your video wrong that we weren't reading into it too much. Fuck you for starting the Steven Universe hate train I'll never forgive that.

Chapter 3 reaffirmed all the themes of the unhealthy relationship between Andrew and Ashley that they both enabled each other's toxic traits and how they turned each other into the worst versions of themselves. The incest is basically them going off into the deep end taking advantage of each other's vulnerability then sexually violating eachother, emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused eachother.

Harley TBS don't ever cook again. Click bait? Really man and you are obviously biased.

They absolutely don't care or understand how much weight their words have online they want to farm drama content money absolutely don't care if they are wrong or fact check because they're too lazy.

You and victim in the same sentence 💀😭