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A Little Pick-Me-Up (Little Sister Moon Dancer)

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-29 17:20:19
Expiry: Never

  1. 1.
    >It’s kind of funny, really
  2. 2.
    “No, I get it, it’s just—”
  3. 3.
    >She can hug whoever she wants, claiming that they’re like her brothers
  4. 4.
    “No, I don’t—”
  5. 5.
    >She can speak with whoever she pleases
  6. 6.
    “Yes… Yes…”
  7. 7.
    >But, hell, God forbid you go to cheer on CHS, your alma mater of years past, when the soccer team makes it to the state championship
  8. 8.
    “Yeah… alright, I… yeah.”
  9. 9.
    >The CHS soccer team has only made it to state how many times?
  10. 10.
    “Sorry… I love you too, beautiful.”
  11. 11.
    >Oh, right
  12. 12.
    >Once
  13. 13.
    >Sighing, you end the call and shove the phone back into its usual pocket
  14. 14.
    >Lips being singed by the clearly-spent cigarette, you spit it out and reach for another one with a shaky hand
  15. 15.
    >Flicking open your lighter, you take in a deep breath…
  16. 16.
    >”H-hey, Anon?”
  17. 17.
    >Blinking, you turn to meet a set of eyes
  18. 18.
    >A set of nervous, hopeful, and purple eyes
  19. 19.
    >A smile, however forced, comes to your face as you flick the cancer stick to the ground before stomping it out
  20. 20.
    “Yeah, what’cha need, Looney?”
  21. 21.
    >Her eyes flicker to the floor as your eyes meet, a small blush appearing soon after
  22. 22.
    >”I, uh, I… help… need help.”
  23. 23.
    >Without another word, she reaches up and grabs your hand
  24. 24.
    >Or, rather, grabs a whole finger with her baby hands
  25. 25.
    >Yeah, she’s still waiting out on that growth spurt
  26. 26.
    >Wordlessly she leads you back into the house, your mind alight with ideas all the while
  27. 27.
    >She see another spider?
  28. 28.
    >Can she not reach the animal crackers?
  29. 29.
    >Or does she need some help with some school project?
  30. 30.
    >...Probably not the later
  31. 31.
    >She always did her homework on the ride home
  32. 32.
    >”Second grade is easy,” she would always say
  33. 33.
    >Pfft
  34. 34.
    >She must’ve gotten the good genes—
  35. 35.
    >”Stuck.”
  36. 36.
    >Blinking, you shake yourself from the reverie
  37. 37.
    >You look up to the television
  38. 38.
    >A smile slowly creeps its way onto your face
  39. 39.
    >Subspace Emissary?
  40. 40.
    >And the first boss no less?
  41. 41.
    >A faint chuckle escapes your throat as she leads you to the couch
  42. 42.
    >”Help.”
  43. 43.
    >And so with a quiet shake of the head, you plop your ass down
  44. 44.
    >A moment later, though, you notice something very, very wrong
  45. 45.
    >She tries handing you a Wiimote
  46. 46.
    >M-maybe she isn’t the prodigy after all…
  47. 47.
    >Giviner her head a quick pat, you stand up, quickly making way for the little box besides the TV where all the game supplies are held
  48. 48.
    “For your first problem, Looney…”
  49. 49.
    >You pull out two gamecube controllers
  50. 50.
    >A bit worn, yes
  51. 51.
    >A bit nasty if you looked at the gunk between the gaps, sure
  52. 52.
    >But, fuck, these things have to be the greatest battle implement ever devised
  53. 53.
    >You hear a small gasp as you flip open the top of the Wii
  54. 54.
    >”Y-you broke it!”
  55. 55.
    >You shake your head, plugging the things in
  56. 56.
    “Nah, these are the controller ports.”
  57. 57.
    >”...Wait, what?”
  58. 58.
    >She scampers her way to your side before peering over your shoulder, a scrutinizing look in her eyes
  59. 59.
    >She stares at it for a few moments, tilting her head like a confused puppy
  60. 60.
    >Her gaze soon melts into a neutral, if not happy, one
  61. 61.
    >”Oh, I saw that and I wanted to open it, but I was afraid I would break it!”
  62. 62.
    >You begin to make your way back to the couch, little sister in tow
  63. 63.
    >”I mean, I tried finding the manual to figure out what it was, but I couldn't find it or anyone to help me find it... sis is always busy at college, mom’s always in bed, and dad’s always at work…!”
  64. 64.
    >You nod, taking your usual seat at the couch
  65. 65.
    >”And then I tried getting on the computer to look for a digital version of the manual, but then I remembered the computer has a password on it!”
  66. 66.
    >She scrambles onto the couch before crawling into your lap
  67. 67.
    >She takes the proffered controller, quite literally chucking the Wiimote to the side
  68. 68.
    >...Thankfully it lands on something soft
  69. 69.
    >”So, wait, if it can use gamecube controllers, does that mean it can play—”
  70. 70.
    >The gleam in her eyes makes you fear for your heart
  71. 71.
    “W-wait, so you didn’t know it's backwards compatible…?”
  72. 72.
    >Ah
  73. 73.
    >So that explains it
  74. 74.
    >That's why she made such a big fuss about the GameCube breaking last week
  75. 75.
    >Speaking of which, she’s already scrambling for the game binder
  76. 76.
    >You laugh for the second time today
  77. 77.
    >Maybe your Sunday isn’t ruined after all?
  78. 78.
    >...
  79. 79.
    >......
  80. 80.
    >You swear, this is the happiest you’ve seen her in months
  81. 81.
    >From the way she always talks about how she just loves certain townsfolk to how she commentates about always catching sea bass…
  82. 82.
    >She just looks so eager
  83. 83.
    >So happy in the fact that she has someone to play with
  84. 84.
    >...
  85. 85.
    >...Wait, when’s the last time you actually spent time with her?
  86. 86.
    >I mean, sure, you always drive her home from school because nobody else can, but you’re usually doing that on your lunch break because nobody else can
  87. 87.
    >No, like the last time you actually spent time with he—
  88. 88.
    >”Oh, oh, look, a shark!”
  89. 89.
    >Right
  90. 90.
    >Back to Animal Crossing, Looney's undisputed favorite game
  91. 91.
    >She bounces up and down in your lap, absolutely giddy at the prospect of finally paying getting a second room for her little house
  92. 92.
    >”You, you catch it, I don’t trust myself!”
  93. 93.
    >She all but shoves the controller in your face, her little hands shaking at the thought of finally being able to do it
  94. 94.
    >”I’ve counted… fifty two times I’ve failed catching him!”
  95. 95.
    >...Wow
  96. 96.
    >Fucking casul
  97. 97.
    >Chuckling, you warm up your hands before taking the proffered controller
  98. 98.
    >Alright, time to show this little shit how it’s really done…
  99. 99.
    >*Plonk!*
  100. 100.
    >...
  101. 101.
    >*Dibble dibble*
  102. 102.
    >*Dibble dibble*
  103. 103.
    >Silence reigns king for several moments
  104. 104.
    >Little Moonie holds her breath in, physically leaning in and balling her fists in anticipation
  105. 105.
    >*THUNK!*
  106. 106.
    >The gasp you hear from Moonie would make one think that you just cured cancer
  107. 107.
    >All you did was press and hold A
  108. 108.
    >”Again, again!”
  109. 109.
    >She’s…
  110. 110.
    >She’s clapping, eyes wide and astounded
  111. 111.
    >Raising a brow, you shrug
  112. 112.
    “I mean, if you really want…”
  113. 113.
    >”Again!”
  114. 114.
    >Smile slowly growing, you give her a nod
  115. 115.
    >Heh
  116. 116.
    >At least you can make someone smile
  117. 117.
    >With that in mind, you turn your attention back to the screen
  118. 118.
    >Why...
  119. 119.
    >Why is this the funnest you've had with vidya in so long?
  120. 120.
    >...
  121. 121.
    >......
  122. 122.
    >”Awww, c’mon!”
  123. 123.
    >Giving her hair a gentle tousle, you find chuckle away the small feeling of guilt as she gives you the eyes of a kicked puppy
  124. 124.
    “Sorry, Looney, someone’s gotta cook dinner—”
  125. 125.
    >”Pizza!”
  126. 126.
    >You blink
  127. 127.
    >That was fast….
  128. 128.
    “Looney, we had pizza yesterday.”
  129. 129.
    >”So?”
  130. 130.
    >You scoff, beginning your walk to the kitchen
  131. 131.
    “Pizza’s a once a week type’a food, if not once a month.”
  132. 132.
    >”Lies!”
  133. 133.
    >You can hear her above the gentle hum of the freezer as you parooze through the thing
  134. 134.
    >”Lies and slander!”
  135. 135.
    >Whistling a low tune, you gently pick out some peas… a bit of broccoli… and, last but not least, some chicken breast
  136. 136.
    >She’s still hard at work fishing, which you recently just taught her was much more profitable than shaking trees, but finds time to glance your way
  137. 137.
    >”Aw, awww!”
  138. 138.
    >You chuckle aloud, digging around for just the right pot
  139. 139.
    >”Pizza, pizza, pizza!”
  140. 140.
    >She begins to chant
  141. 141.
    >”Pizza!”
  142. 142.
    “Nope.”
  143. 143.
    >”Pizza!”
  144. 144.
    “Nah.”
  145. 145.
    >”Pizza!”
  146. 146.
    “Nein.”
  147. 147.
    >You’re more than a bit surprised to find out that she has an iron will when it comes to this sort of thing
  148. 148.
    >And by that you mean she continues chanting it up until the moment you have her ass seated at the table
  149. 149.
    >Like, holy shit, props for dedication and all, but god damn…
  150. 150.
    >”Hey, Anon?”
  151. 151.
    >You look up from the tray, laden with a plate and drink
  152. 152.
    >”Is mom going to eat with us today?”
  153. 153.
    >You glance down at the tray, already knowing the answer
  154. 154.
    >A sad smile is sent her way, along with a shake of the head
  155. 155.
    “Sorry, mom’s… not doing too well.”
  156. 156.
    >Her eyes slowly fall to her plate, her voice dropping
  157. 157.
    >”Oh… okay.”
  158. 158.
    >With a sigh, you pick up the tray of food and make way the stairs
  159. 159.
    >Hopefully mom will eat more than a quarter this time…
  160. 160.
    >...
  161. 161.
    >......
  162. 162.
    >This…
  163. 163.
    >This sucks
  164. 164.
    >Sure, it’s good for you in every sense of the word, but you still hate it
  165. 165.
    “Why can’t pizza be healthy?”
  166. 166.
    >Anon looks up from his plate, raising a brow
  167. 167.
    >What?
  168. 168.
    >This is a serious question!
  169. 169.
    “No, seriously, think about it!”
  170. 170.
    >You tap your forehead just like he does whenever he says something smart
  171. 171.
    “If we made healthy stuff taste good, imagine how much more we’d eat the stuff!”
  172. 172.
    >He snorts before returning to his meal
  173. 173.
    >”It’s called acquiring a taste, Looney.”
  174. 174.
    “...”
  175. 175.
    >”...”
  176. 176.
    “Wait, so where do I get this taste?”
  177. 177.
    >You tilt your head slightly as he goes to rub his forehead
  178. 178.
    “Do you have it? Can I borrow it?!”
  179. 179.
    >He laughs, though you don’t know why
  180. 180.
    “Can I? Please? C’mon, I’ll actually eat all the green stuff if you—”
  181. 181.
    >”I’m home!”
  182. 182.
    >You both blink, looking to the direction of the front door
  183. 183.
    >Oh
  184. 184.
    >Dad’s home
  185. 185.
    >Well, not Dad, but new Dad
  186. 186.
    >That makes sense, right?
  187. 187.
    >Right
  188. 188.
    >The loud thuds of heavy boots give way to the familiar and husky musician that lazily makes his way around the corner
  189. 189.
    >He eyes you two warily, barely returning Anon’s wave
  190. 190.
    >”What’s for dinner?”
  191. 191.
    >”Veggies and grilled chicken breast.”
  192. 192.
    >He grumbles something you can’t quite catch before heading behind the counter
  193. 193.
    >He joins you two at the table a few minutes later, plate filled to the absolute brim
  194. 194.
    >”Hey, what’s up?”
  195. 195.
    >Your eyes dart to the neglected vegetables on your plate
  196. 196.
    >Anon, thankfully, speaks so you don’t have to
  197. 197.
    >”Eh, not much, just hung around the house, keeping Looney company… small stuff like that.”
  198. 198.
    >”Ah, cool, cool…”
  199. 199.
    >You’re not so sure why you’re suddenly quiet
  200. 200.
    >You’re also not so sure why Anon seems to have the same problem
  201. 201.
    >Hmmm
  202. 202.
    >Maybe you should eat these green things so you and Anon can go back to fishing?
  203. 203.
    >...That’s actually a lot more inspirational than you thought
  204. 204.
    >...
  205. 205.
    >......
  206. 206.
    >That…
  207. 207.
    >”Aw, c’mon, I’m not even tired!”
  208. 208.
    >That went better than expected
  209. 209.
    >”It’s like, eight thirty!”
  210. 210.
    >Probably had something to do with the lingering scent of weed, though
  211. 211.
    “It’s nine forty, and you’ve still got to brush, floss, and settle down.”
  212. 212.
    >She doesn’t offer much resistance as you carry her up the stairs
  213. 213.
    >Little shit never did complain about a free ride…
  214. 214.
    >Eventually, with the little one quieting down in your arms, you make your way up to her room
  215. 215.
    >...Well, as much as it can be her room, what with it being shared between her and Morning Roast
  216. 216.
    >Though, what with Roast now living in her dorm, it’s more or less hers
  217. 217.
    >Reaching the entrance, you slowly open it and flicker on the light
  218. 218.
    >You set her down and give her a gentle rub on the head
  219. 219.
    “Alright, now get ready for bed, and I might just read you a good one.”
  220. 220.
    >Her eyes widen slightly at the proposition, all notions of annoyance forgotten
  221. 221.
    >”Ooo, ooo, how about The Giving Tree?”
  222. 222.
    >You snigger, idly tousling her hair again
  223. 223.
    “Sure, kid, now scram, I gotta’ get ready too.”
  224. 224.
    >With a smile, she runs off to her bathroom, the faint sounds of running water hitting your ears as you head to your room
  225. 225.
    >Hmmm
  226. 226.
    >Maybe you can finally get a full night’s sleep?”
  227. 227.
    >That thought is enough to make you slump and give a happy groan
  228. 228.
    >What you wouldn’t give…
  229. 229.
    >...
  230. 230.
    >......
  231. 231.
    >How…
  232. 232.
    >”C’mon, tuck me in already, tuck me in, tuck me in, tuck me in…”
  233. 233.
    >How did she get all the adorable genes while you and Roastie got shafted?
  234. 234.
    >Sighing, you relent to her high-pitched demands
  235. 235.
    >Soon only her head is poking out above the covers, content smile still showing
  236. 236.
    >Tousling her hair one last time, yourself now sitting at the edge of her bed, you gently open the book in your lap
  237. 237.
    “Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy.”
  238. 238.
    >You take time to try and put out your best narrator voice, each page followed by a slow showing of the page
  239. 239.
    “And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves…”
  240. 240.
    >There comes a noise…
  241. 241.
    >A very faint noise, but one that you try desperately to ignore
  242. 242.
    >An angered yell from just down the hallway
  243. 243.
    “And make them into crowns and play king of the forest.”
  244. 244.
    >You try and speak a bit louder to drown out the second voice that always comes shortly after
  245. 245.
    >Mom’s voice
  246. 246.
    >”He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.”
  247. 247.
    >Just as you go to flip the page, however, you hear it
  248. 248.
    >The shattering of glass and a distant thump
  249. 249.
    “And they would play hide-and-go-seek.”
  250. 250.
    >More screaming
  251. 251.
    >This…
  252. 252.
    >This is worse than usual
  253. 253.
    >Gently, slowly, you close the book and lay it on the floor
  254. 254.
    >Placing a kiss on her forehead, you place a palm on her cheek, trying to calm her
  255. 255.
    “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay?”
  256. 256.
    >Her eyes dart about before finally settling on yours
  257. 257.
    >She’s nervous
  258. 258.
    >”O-okay…”
  259. 259.
    >Nodding, you suck in a deep breath
  260. 260.
    >Planting one last kiss on her forehead, you make to stand before heading for the door
  261. 261.
    >Looking back, you give her the most reassuring smile you can
  262. 262.
    >And then you shut off the lights and close the door
  263. 263.
    >...
  264. 264.
    >......
  265. 265.
    >Anon…
  266. 266.
    >Is Anon going to be okay?
  267. 267.
    >You stare at the sliver of light coming from the crack underneath the door, eyes straining without your glasses…
  268. 268.
    >The screaming continues, though there’s no more crashing sounds…
  269. 269.
    >It reaches an apex before another shout reaches your ears
  270. 270.
    >It’s Anon’s
  271. 271.
    >Then, a moment after, there’s silence
  272. 272.
    >Total, deafening silence
  273. 273.
    >The ringing in your ears is more terrifying than anything that came before it
  274. 274.
    >Wait, are you shivering?
  275. 275.
    >That’s bad
  276. 276.
    >You shouldn’t shiver, because Anon’s going to keep you safe
  277. 277.
    >He said so—
  278. 278.
    >There’s another crashing sound followed by the screaming nearly doubling in intensity
  279. 279.
    >Another crash, another string of thunderous curses and other things Anon tells you to never say
  280. 280.
    >You pull the covers under your head
  281. 281.
    >It usually isn’t this ba—
  282. 282.
    >You seize up at the sound
  283. 283.
    >It’s loud
  284. 284.
    >Almost deafeningly so
  285. 285.
    >Kind of like someone smacked down a paper clip board right next to your ear as hard as they could
  286. 286.
    >There’s another scream after this, though it sounds different from the others
  287. 287.
    >More clear
  288. 288.
    >Less angry
  289. 289.
    >You seize up again as the another one of the terrible sounds goes off
  290. 290.
    >You whimper as the third comes in
  291. 291.
    >By the fifth you’re whimpering under the sheets, palms cupped to your ears
  292. 292.
    >This…
  293. 293.
    >This has to be thunder
  294. 294.
    >There’s nothing else that it could be
  295. 295.
    >Everything will be fine
  296. 296.
    >You just have to wait for Anon
  297. 297.
    >He’ll be back
  298. 298.
    >He’ll be back any moment now
  299. 299.
    >He’s never lied to you
  300. 300.
    >He’ll come back
  301. 301.
    >He’ll come back
  302. 302.
    >He’ll come back

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