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A platonic Itacest of Presentable Liberty based off Markiplierās Letās Play, where Romano is the one in the cell, Italy is Charlotte, Spain is Salvador, America is Happy Buddy, and Germany is Doctor Money. Any day is okay.
I played around with Doctor Moneyās version of a Gameboy, moving the little black serpent around as I avoided the black walls. It was my, what, second day here? I was stuck in this tiny cell, with some little turtle my friend, Antonio, had sent me along with his letters. I had dubbed the creature Tiny Turtle Tom, and as I gave up on the infernal game āSerpent,ā I watched Tom crawl around on the stone floor, as slow as aā¦well, turtle.
There was also my āhappy buddy,ā someone named Alfred. He was way too cheery for my taste, and his first letter had came with five confetti poppers. Right. As if I, Lovino Vargas, currently stuck in this hellhole, had anything to celebrate. Another letter came with the little game machine, along with the game he had bought. He had written in the letter that it was very expensive. Then earlier today he bought me some other game, where a spider had to dodge fire, and a poster of a very creepy smiley face. I liked āFear of Fireā and hated the poster, but beggars canāt be choosy.
As I waited for another letter to just mysteriously slide under the cell door, I stared out the small window above my bed, lost in thought.
I had no clue why I was in jail. I donāt remember doing anything bad. All I remember was that I was closing the bakery with my younger brother, Feliciano, and the next day, I woke up in this cell. I was confused, angry, and admittedly, scared. I still was, even as a letter slid under the door. I honestly had no clue who delivered them, since no footsteps were heard, but it was a mystery I didnāt want to think about. I glanced down at the floor, expecting a bright yellow envelope from Alfred, or a crumbled brown envelope from Antonio. One thing I didnāt want it to be was the plain white letter from āDoctor Money.ā
To my surprise, it was none of the above, but a floral pink envelope with my name scrawled across. I snatched it up and opened it, my brows knitting together in confusion.
"Hello," I read the single word on the letter aloud. There was nothing else, just that single word. Another letter slipped in, and I grabbed it, reading the contents to Tom. "I donāt think you remember me, but Iām Feliciano. Your brother." My eyes widened slightly. Feliciano! "I think weāre the only ones in town who arenāt infected by the virus. I closed down the bakery so I can stay safe. If you want, I could send you your favorite cake tomorrow. Please be okay, Lovino. Ti amo, Feli."
I smiled happily, holding the two letters to my heart. My brother was okay! I didnāt understand why he thought I wouldnāt remember him, but it didnāt matter, I guess. What mattered was that Feliciano was safe from whatever was happening in the world. What was happening, anyway?
Before I had time to dwell on the thought, a new letter slipped in. I groaned at the bright yellow, but picked it up anyway to read what Alfred had wrote. I cleared my throat, rolling my eyes as I read the letter out loud.
"HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!!!" I cringed. Okay, no, Iām just going to read it normally. "I hope youāre enjoying your two new games. Theyāre were expensive you know." What followed was erratically written āhaās.ā I felt as if the written laughter was forced. No one could be this happy without being on some serious drugs.
I set the letters down on the bed just as another envelope slipped in, still from my happy buddy. I opened it, squinting at the huge āhaāsā that continued down the page, until it abruptly stopped to read āplease donāt be sad.ā
I shuddered, a bit weirded out. It was written in such small handwriting, I wouldāve missed it had I been preoccupied with something else. Two more letters were delivered, both from Alfred. I hesitated in reading them. āI know it must be hard all alone in a prison cell, but please, you must remain happy!ā I glanced at the other letter, one word written on it. āPleaseā¦ā
Officially worried, I tossed both letters onto the bed, frowning. Yet another letter slipped in, and I was starting to get annoyed by all these letters. Well, except for Felicianoās. I was happy to hear from him, even if I couldnāt respond. I turned my eyes to the ground to see the menacing plain envelope. Doctor Money.
I bent down and picked it up, my hands shaking slightly as I opened it. āIt has come to our attention that your happy buddy has shown sign of not behaving in a happy and excited manner. If you wish to have your happy buddy replaced, just send us a letter, and we will get rid of him. Signed, Doctor Money.ā
Really? Send a letter? Even if I wanted to get rid of Alfred, which I didnāt, how was I supposed to send a letter? Use blood? I sorted the letters on my bed by sender and put them into a pile, sliding them under my bed. I started to play āFear of Fire,ā when I received another letter. I glanced up as my spider burned and gulped when I saw it was from my happy buddy. I went over and picked it up to read it.
"Hello," I skipped the āhaāsā written. "Hello. I heard that some people are reporting their happy buddies to Doctor Money." Even more āhaās,ā Jesus Christ, when would they end? "You know what happens to them, right?" Uh, well, actually, no. "You wouldnāt do that to me, would you?" Two more āhaās.ā That was the end of the letter, and I set it onto the pile from Alfred.
I continued to play āFear of Fireā until Alfred sent me another letter. Oh for Christās sake.
"Sorry I havenāt gotten you another game yet. I just donāt have the money for it at the moment." I honestly didnāt care. I just wanted answers to some questions. Another letter. "Iām so sorry." Wait, what? Another letter again. "So very sorry."
I didnāt like this side of my strange happy buddy. He was kind of defeating the purpose for being called that. I waited to see if there were any more letters from Alfred. After a few minutes, I decided my happy buddy was done for the night. I played a few more levels of āFear of Fire,ā when I got a letter from Antonio.
"My friend," I read in a grand voice, rolling my eyes. "Is your turtle friend keeping you company? Have you given him a name?" Yep, and it was Tiny Turtle Tom. "You should. Do you remember how we used to sit by the fireside, carving chess pieces out of wood without a care in the world?" Yeah, you idiot. You kept stabbing yourself every ten seconds. "That was a long time ago. My wood carving skills have gotten significantly worse, but I still tried to make you something so you feel less lonely. Itās the leg of a table Iām making for you!"
I looked over at the dark wooden block on the floor. So thatās what that thing was. āI know that it might not be the most extravagant project, but I hope you like it anyways. Sincerely, Antonio.ā I smiled slightly, setting the leg up in the corner of the cell. Feeling this was a good time to celebrate something so simple yet so joyous, I took out one of the confetti poppers and pulled it, watching as the colorful paper bits floated around the leg.
I turned around just as a familiar floral pink envelope slipped in. Snatching it up, I opened it to see what Feliciano had wrote. āItās a very nice evening, isnāt it, fratello?ā Yes, it was really pretty, actually. āI hope you have a nice sleep. Buonanotte, Lovino. Ti amo, Feli.ā I sighed softly, smiling at my brotherās handwriting before tucking the letter under my pillow. I then laid down and watched as Tom slowly circled the present from Antonio. I didnāt know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, there was a letter from Alfred.