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I find Brightney, or what I'm assuming her name is based on the name tag stuck to her chest, putting books back on their shelves. She seems to notice my presence right away, starting up the conversation herself based on my clearly visible nervousness. “Hey there, new guy, can I help you with something?” She said with a slight smile, seemingly finding my nervousness amusing somehow. Great, exactly what I needed, MORE anxiety about myself. I finally get the cat in my throat to let go of my tongue, metaphorically speaking, of course. If I had an actual cat in my mouth, holding my tongue hostage, my tongue would probably get popped. “A-are you any good at identifying feelings, by any chance?” I realized immediately that the question sounded MUCH less weird in my head. She just kinda stares at me, making the situation significantly more uncomfortable. “I m-mean, I’ve been feeling SUPER overwhelmed with thoughts of Sprout… I can’t get his picture out of my head…” I say with a shaky voice, flushing with embarrassment. Brightney seems to stare at me for a moment, smirking with something in her eyes. My eyes widen slightly, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “W-What?” I mumble under my breath, trying to breathe to regulate my brain. She turns back to the shelf, rolling her eyes playfully with a smug expression. I'm about to break again, but she breaks the silence with a tone of amusement at my situation. “Ah, it’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it?” I stare at her in confusion, baffled by her words. Before I can question her, she continues. “Romeo and Juliet, Jack Dawson and Rose Bukater, Charming and Cinderella, etcetera, etcetera.” I look even more baffled, so she stares at me, seemingly disappointed. “Am… Am I supposed to know any of those?” I mutter, sheepishly playing with one of my overall straps. She chuckles, shaking her head before placing one last book on the shelf, then turning to face me fully. She crosses her arms, cocking an eyebrow. “Ever heard of the term “love at first sight?’” She whispers, then leaves. I immediately chase. “Wait!”

Wow. What a bombshell, right? I’ve only been here a few days and I'm already in love. What a clutz, am I right? It certainly doesn’t help that Sprout’s first impression of me was me nearly passing out upon meeting eyes with him. How is it fair that someone like him can BE here, anyhow? How does anyone get anything done? His flour stained apron, the kind smile at my panic, his eyes, his voice… Oh god, HIS VOICE! My mind goes fogged thinking about him, replaying the moment I was staring him down over, and over, and over again… Suddenly, I'm tugged out of my own brain by a hand being waved in front of my face, and a voice accompanying it. “Hello? Earth to balloon animal?” I nearly jump out of my own flesh, realizing that I've been standing in place, blushing while my tail is a blur for almost 15 minutes. Brightney decides to shake me out of my trance, which almost takes the wind out of me. “Hey, new guy, the library is closing, I’ve a schedule to stick to.” I nod, still reeling from the jolt. “I suggest talking to Glisten about those feelings of yours. I hear he’s a pretty good wingman if he likes you.” I cock an eyebrow, looking up at her while bent down to heave. “Who’s that?” I say, Brightney sighing at my lack of knowledge. “He’s in the room labeled CS-007 on the main toon floor. Can’t miss that pink, bedazzled eyesore.” She pats me on the back, and points me towards the elevator, telling me to get some rest. I shuffle back into the elevator, pressing the button that Brightney told me to, the machine whirring back to life as I move up. The silence is getting to me, only punctuated by the groans of the metallic behemoth that is the elevator. The door slowly slides open again, revealing… A wall. To the left, I see a smaller kitchen past some barriers, and a different corridor. Walking through them, I see various doors with labels, then the one I'm looking for. “CS-007…” I mutter to myself. The door is wide open, someone sitting in front of a vanity mirror inside, muttering. “Damn fluffball, getting fur all over me… I need to borrow Tisha’s lint roller again…”

I'm gonna post the third part of the fic soon, but i was wondering if I should post a toon concept I've been working on :3

The third part of the berryfunny IS done, but I'm wondering if I can get a little bit more attention to my account!

WHY IS GLITTERHUGS SO DAMN CUTE

How wonderful :3

The next day, I do what I’d usually do in the mornings. Nothing too interesting, more so stressing about “what ifs” in my head. Then, I notice something. There’s a coin on my bedside table with the flower’s face on it. Darry, was it? No, Dandy, that’s his name. That guy creeps me out, quite a bit so. Too nice, trying too hard to be friendly to the point that he seems ominous. I grab the coin, staring at it in confusion. I flip it, catching it in my palm to see the tails side. Someone that I don't recognize is imprinted on the metal, a clock of some kind. I threw away that coin. I don’t know why I was so put off by it, but anything relating to that damned flower rubs me the wrong way. I decide to go on a walk to clear my head, considering that I don’t have another show planned yet. Everywhere I go, I keep seeing posters for other people I saw, a few I know, and some I didn’t get to see whatsoever. Unfortunately, for every normal poster I see, there’s at least three posters of Dandy hung up. Then, I stop. Hung on the wall, I see a poster for Sprout. I immediately get the same feeling I did while staring him in the face, but this time, I don’t bother catching my tail. It says “Bake memories with Sprout!” on it, his smiling face plastered on the poster. I stand in place, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to wrap my head around why I'm reacting like this. It’s just a picture, why do I feel this way? I’ve only had one interaction with him, and I already seek another. I quickly realize how dumb I must look standing here, staring at a poster like I'm about to kiss the paper, so I continue walking. My attempts to forget that coin certainly worked, but I find my mind wandering back to my encounter with Sprout. I can’t seem to get him out of my head now, as if my brain refuses to let go of his image. I wasn’t ever told about this kind of emotion, I wasn’t briefed on these warm, fuzzy feelings. Maybe that lamp gal can help me, she seems smart! Well, the glasses make me think that. I saw her in the library during the tour, hopefully either her, or something in the library can explain what this is.

After a while of wandering around, I finally manage to find the elevator. Stepping inside, there doesn’t seem to be any buttons, marked ones, at least. I decide to just press one and pray, the elevator lurching downwards around me. I look around the elevator, seeing a weird mechanism in the floor, made of pure, solid steel with a warning label on it. The label shows a hand being stuck into some gears, being crushed by them. The image makes me slightly sick to my stomach, my mind wandering to if that was MY hand. By the time I start hyperventilating, the elevator abruptly halts, the large doors slowly opening. To my luck, I guessed correctly, the library being on the other side of the doors. A few toons are waiting for the elevator when I get to the library, particularly three. Two I recognize, being Scraps, and Boxten, both people I met on the tour. But there’s one more whom I wasn’t introduced to, someone I saw on a few posters. I don’t recall her name, being a short fossil lady wearing a dress. Scraps greets me with a pat on the back, which makes me jump slightly, and walks past me into the elevator, Boxten following without greeting me. The other toon seems to be staring at me, which makes me a tad nervous. I make a slight waving gesture, to which she grabs my hand and shakes it. I sharply inhale at the sudden contact, which she seems to take note of, and immediately backs off. Before she can introduce herself, the elevator chimes, and she rushes in before it closes, leaving me alone in front of the elevator platform. After about a minute of trying to process what just happened, I look around a little bit, taking in the cozy atmosphere. I finally step into the library proper, being a bit intimidated by the sheer amount of bookshelves in front of me, all of which being taller than me by a considerable margin. There’s a few more toons scattered around, none of which I was introduced to. On one of the walls, in a nook of some kind, there’s a spot where a poster is supposed to be hung. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot who I'm looking for.

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Ok anyway

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