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When you are near, there's no need to fear!

Cherrypit watched as Babycorn sat on the edge of her bed, her head buried in her hands. Something had happened when they reported back to Minfilia that had caused them to run back to their room really fast. He didn't really get it, nor had he heard what Babycorn had said to her. Not that he was going to get Babycorn to admit to what she had said. She was taking this secret with her to the grave, because by pure luck alone Minfilia hadn't really heard either. "This is the fifth worst day of my life..." Babycorn mumbled.

Lalapril 4/21 Whisper with @windupiceheart 's b'iggy nunh, @umbral-heart 's hanabi and @windupnamazu 's sirius and butter

cherrypit runs around his house and has cringefail moment after cringefail moment. please help him.

“Uhhh, hold on…” B’ig moved his hand around the top shelf.

Given it was much higher up than he could see and Vertical was currently out somewhere mysterious meant B’ig couldn’t ask her to help. It was up to him to get the toy that Cherrypit had accidentally thrown on the highest shelf.

Cherrypit watched from down below. Curious on whether B’ig was going to be able to reach his toy knife or not. He stood on his tippy-toes to see if he could catch a glimpse of it. Normally Cherrypit could easily float up to the top shelf or even stretch his arms and legs out to grab it but there was one very simple reason why he wasn’t doing that.

He didn’t feel like it.

So instead he decided to go ask B’ig to do it! B’ig was always so nice and cool and really really funny!

Cherrypit clapped to cheer B’ig on as he continued to struggle to reach the top shelf all while also trying to keep his balance on a flimsy wooden chair that Cherrypit had brought him when B’ig asked him to get a ladder. “Go Biggy! Go Biggy!” Cherrypit yelled out, waving two actual knives around like pom-poms.

Suddenly, B’ig felt a sudden surge of energy. Like he could do anything!

More specifically he could defeat those final few ilms in his way and grab the toy knife that Cherrypit was trusting him to reach. Neither of them knew it but Cherrypit was accidentally using his starsinger abilities to give B’ig Nunh an extra boost in power just by cheering him on.

“Got it!” B’ig nunh victoriously exclaimed. While striking a pose that was equally as victorious and also very cool and interesting.

But just as he did, he accidentally happened to lose his footing.

“Wuh-oh.” There was an idea in B’ig’s head that maybe if he didn’t notice that he was about to fall maybe he would be able to stay afloat for a second or two.

Alas, there was no stopping the act of gravity as he very quickly began to plummet to the ground.

Or at least, he would be. If a fast acting Cherrypit hadn’t caught him in his hands already. His oversized hands and arms that could grow up to five times their size (or more) with the help of extra muscles being folded on top of each other. Until they were big enough to hold B’ig in a tight grip. “Yippee!!” Cherrypit cheered, carrying B’ig to the ground wasn’t all too hard. B'ig felt about as heavy as a piece of paper to him. “Yay! Yay!” Cherrypit continued to happily jump around with B’ig in his hands.

As B’ig’s heart shaped moogle pom continued to wiggle back and forth because of Cherrypit, he managed to weakly ask him to please put him down.

Cherrypit nodded and did just that. Gently dropping B’ig onto the kitchen floor in a faceplant. A soft faceplant. Like landing on a bed of goose feathers if it was a wooden floor.

B’ig dusted himself off and staggered onto his feet. While Cherrypit tried his best to bite his tail. With his back turned to him B’ig Nunh had no idea what he was doing. B’ig turned around to see Cherrypit looking at him with innocent eyes that told him that he was doing nothing wrong.

“Thanks for the catch Cherry.” He looked at the toy knife in his hand and bent down, handing it to the very trustworthy toddler, “Here you go! Be careful cutting up those vegetables!” Even if they were plastic this time.

Cherrypit smiled and grabbed the toy knife from B’ig. He took time to wildly swing it around like it was a sword instead. Just to see if it still worked, ya know.

B’ig tilted his head curiously, “Does it still work?” he asked playfully.

The process of testing to see if the toy knife still worked of course included biting on it. Cherrypit paused his testing and nodded. “Yeah! Thanks Papa!”

Cherrypit froze.

B’ig Nunh stared down at Cherrypit with a blank smile on his face.

Neither dared make any sudden moves.

B’ig slowly started to process what had just happened. “Pa…Pa…Pa…?” The room felt like it was spinning. “Pa…Pa…Pa…Pa…?????” His eyes were spinning, his hands were shaking.

Cherrypit slowly looked up at B’ig, looking at him and then looking at the toy knife, over and over. Until finally he decided that a tactical retreat was the best option. Cherrypit took off running without so much as a bye-bye. He was mortified at what he had just said that he dared not say anything else.

That was a lie, he did say one thing.

“Gotta go!!”

Something that Babycorn often said out loud when running away from situations that she wanted no part in either.

Cherrypit ran as fast as he could up the stairs of the basement Leaving an eerily still B’ig Nunh behind.

At that point he could almost be mistaken for a stone statue instead of the interesting cat boy he very much was. “Pa…Pa…Pa..” He would remain there for hours until Vertical came downstairs to snap him out of it.

Meanwhile, in the present, Cherrypit had reached the top of the stairs and looked around to see if anyone was around to have heard him calling B’ig his papa. “Blahblahblah…” Cherrypit stuck his tongue out and shook his head. It’s not like he didn’t want B’ig as a papa, it was the idea that he let B’ig know that now.

The concept of being embarrassed about this was something that was probably a bit too early for a two-year-old to have but for better or for worse this was something that he had learned from no else but Babycorn Corn.

As Cherrypit walked forward he thought about whether his sister had finished cleaning their room after Lunya had told her to. In his thinking he neglected to watch where he was going, running right into a certain someone else.

“Wah!” Cherrypit exclaimed, he dropped his toy knife to the ground in surprise.

The toy knife slid across the wooden floor until it came to a stop by the front door of the mansion. “Oh no!” Cherrypit heard someone cry out and then the sound of footsteps slowly followed, quickening in pace as they got farther away from him.

When Cherrypit sat up he saw his toy knife in the hand of someone he didn’t know. Then the more he looked the more he realized the person handing him his toy was Hanabi! She was sitting on the ground next to him, her side-ponytail was swaying in the wind. Tempting him to swat at it. “Did you drop this Cherry?” she asked with a smile.

Cherrypit nodded, empty eyes sparkling. Hanabi always looked so cool to him. The cool wands she would always carry around…The way cool outfits she would wear…

The way her magic would blow people up! It was all really cool!

Cherrypit grabbed the toy knife from her and stuck it in his mouth to bite it. Hanabi gently grabbed his arm and lowered it, removing the toy knife from his mouth. “No, no. Don’t stick things like that in your mouth!” She reminded him.

In response Cherrypit had a great idea. He stuck the toy knife behind his ear, like he had seen a lot of people do with pencils. “Tada!” He held both of his arms out wide. “Thanks Mama!”

Cherrypit froze. Again.

Hanabi looked at Cherrypit with a smile on her face. She looked behind her to see if Cherrypit was talking to someone else. She raised a shaky hand, pointing at herself. “Ma…Ma…Ma…Ma…? Hanabi would remain there for only a few minutes until the smell of a tasty bread baking snapped her out of it.

“GOTTA GO!” Cherrypit yelled louder than ever.

He ran up the stairs up to the second floor of the mansion in a desperate attempt to be anywhere but where he had just been.

In his panic Cherrypit failed to notice he was on a direct course of crashing right into someone else. Before he could crash into that certain someone, he was picked up off the ground by the collar of his shirt.

“Wah?” Cherrypit ran in midair for a few seconds before stopping and being put back onto the ground. When he looked up he saw Sirius staring at him. “Cherrypit be careful. You can’t go running around with your eyes closed.” He reminded him.

Lest they have a repeat of the incident when Cherrypit ran into someone and knocked them right through a wall.

Poor Andres.

Cherrypit twirled his fingers together. He really didn’t mean to run so fast and he didn’t want to push Sirius through a wall either! There was also maybe the chance that if he said he was really sorry about running around Sirius would give him one of those really yummy candies he had.

Then before Cherrypit could stop himself-

“Sorry Papa!”

At this point Cherrypit was just getting mad at himself.

Sirius blinked, but ultimately just went with the flow. Cherrypit had called him that (and a lot of other people) that already. It was the same as usual. “Okay, just try to be careful next time.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single piece of candy.

The next time Sirius looked down at Cherrypit, he was gone. Seemingly having blipped his way out of existence again. “...Yeah. Okay.” Cherrypit also did that a lot too. Business as usual. Sirius only hoped he didn’t teleport himself onto the roof again.

Lucky for him, Cherrypit was not on the roof. He had blipped himself back down to the first floor and in front of the door to his and Babycorn’s room. Surely his sister must have finished cleaning the room by now. Right?! All she ever did was sweep things under the bed anyway and eat whatever wrappers were on the floor.

Just as Cherrypit was about to jump up and reach the doorknob, it turned on its own. “Who there!” Cherrypit hopped back in surprise as the door opened in front of him.

To his absolute horror, out from his sister’s room stepped out no one but Butter Veil. There were a few dust bunnies hanging out in his hair “If you need any more help just call me over!” He waved to someone inside the room, Cherrypit could only guess it was Babycorn. He knew Butter really liked her.

Cherrypit froze the instant he noticed Butter looking down at him. “Hi Cherry!” he smiled, “Babycorns done cleaning so you can head in if you want!” As soon as Cherrypit noticed Butter move his hand into the pocket of his jacket he knew something was up. From his jacket Butter pulled out a lollipop, red in color. “Here! I know cherry is your favorite flavor Cherry!”

By now Cherrypit had figured out that the problem was happening whenever he talked to people. So the solution was to just keep his mouth shut of course! So Cherrypit did the only thing he could think of and used both his hands to cover up his mouth.

“Mpmmphmpphm!” Cherrypit very quietly said. Without saying anything else to Butter, Cherrypit ran past him and into his room, kicking the door closed.

Then he opened the door back up and using an extra hand from his arm he grabbed the lollipop from Butter and closed the door again. “Remember to take the wrapper off!” Butter yelled from the other side of the door.

Cherrypit put his ear to the door and listened to the footsteps of Butter walking away. He couldn’t take any chances. Once Cherrypit thought the coast was clear he took his hands off of his mouth and gave a tiny sigh of relief.

“Pew…!” Cherrypit wiped at his forehead. Then turned around, the first thing that caught his eye was Babycorn. She was holding a bright pink blanket in her hands, his blanket!

He thought he lost it forever cause he couldn’t find it this morning! “Banwket! Bebe you find it!” Cherrypit rushed forward with his hands held out towards his sister.

“Huh?” Babycorn looked surprised to see him but her surprise quickly turned to joy as she held the blanket out for him to see. “Yeah! I did! I had to clean the room a whole lot to find it but Butts helped me to and we found-”

Babycorn was cut off by Cherrypit jumping onto her and giving her a tight hug. He grabbed the blanket from her and nuzzled his face into it. He had really really missed it! “Thanks you Mama!” Cherrypit yelled out, as loudly as he could.

“Cherryyy…! PLEASE don’t call me thaaaat…!” Babycorn said as quietly as she could.

Instead of paying attention to her, Cherrypit jumped off of Babycorn and danced around with his blanket. “Thank you Bebe!” Thank Mama! Thank Mama!” He happily sang to himself.

All while Babycorn stood by, completely frozen.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Cherrypit #B'ig #Hanabi #Sirius #Butter #Babycorn #b'ig nunh died that day #everyone featured here has full legal right to kill me for writing this btw #the result of cherrypit getting raised by like 40 people in his life #he keeps this up until hes a teenager and then he just decides to call them that in his head #he will publicly call babycorn his mom though she HATES it and thats why he keeps doing it #im sorry to everyone i dont have every reference for everyone on hand so sometimes i just have to work with what i have.......#i love cherrypit hes my little boy raised by an entire world #some people (emet selch zenos elidibus) helped raise him wrong but its ok we take those

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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 1 year

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Answers?

No TWs as far as I'm aware :). sorry for the wait, ADHD wanted to watch ppl play horror games lmao

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine here ya go <3. Set before Promotion?

The detective wasn’t answering any of my calls, which is odd. I know he’s been pretty focused, but it doesn’t make the sudden ghosting make sense. He hasn’t even showed up for Burger time, and his coworkers said he’s busy trying to get a promotion. Apparently he’s been trying for a while now. I’m not sure why he needs one, though, cuz he can pay for really cool clothes for me and weekly burger times, so it’s not like he’s short on money. I think, at least. I haven’t been to his apartment ever, so maybe he’s just using all of his money on other stuff?

“Ghost? How long have you been sitting in Gunner’s office?” Oh, it's the secretary person. I like how red her hair is, it’s like apples or a lighter shade of blood. She’s nice, and doesn’t scream when I bring my little critters in.

“I dunno, like an hour or so. Why? Also, has Detective responded yet? I haven’t seen him in like a whole week, which isn’t very long but he missed Burger time, and that’s just illegal. He’s never done this before, what if he doesn’t come back? Wait, he has to, he works here. Can I have a snack, please? There’s only fruit gummies in here and those are the worst. Is Mr. Detective Gunner Sir Bossman okay? I don’t like that he’s ignoring me.” I asked, staring at Ms. Secretary and playing with the rubix cube I pulled from the drawer. Detective is really likes to get things for people, I think, cuz the one unlocked drawer always has toys and snacks, but he hasn’t been restocking it, cuz the only things left are gummies and gummies are evil.

Ms. Secretary just smiled and said she’ll get me another snack, that’s nice. She didn’t answer if the Detective that is Gunner had responded or reappeared, though, and it’s weird. Why does nobody say anything? I just wanna know what’s going on. Then they get mad at me, when they refused to say anything in the first place. If you don’t want me snooping around, don’t be so cryptic and rude.

Wait, I can just find answers myself. I forgot about that, but whatever. Detective is always here during work hours but I’m sleeping then usually, so maybe if I stay up later to watch for him? Then I can hop in his car while he’s busy and he’ll take me to wherever he’s been hanging out at. I get a free car ride, and find out where he’s been. The car ride is the best, because I can just sit and stare out the window and nobody expects me to do or say anything. It’s really nice and even better when the window is rolled and the air is rushing around the car. I like the wind, it feels really nice against my face. Makes me feel like I can fly, and wouldn’t that be so cool? I wanna fly, just hang out in the air and float around the city. No one would ever be able to reach me and-

Ms. Secretary walks back in, with a box of chocolate pretzels and I immediately zero in on them, dropping the rubix cube. Chocolate pretzels are the best, better than everything ever. She hands them to me, and tells me to “take care of yourself, kiddo” like I'm not a whole eighteen years old, and walks back out. Actually, wait, my birthday is tomorrow, so I’m almost nineteen! Maybe I can get Detective to tell me what he’s been up to all this time? It would be nice to know, cuz Detective has been gone for forever, and before that he was snappy and almost yelled at me which was scary. I hope he’s better now, I hate it when people yell. Makes me think I’m gonna get locked in the freezer again, and it's the worst feeling ever. But Detective wouldn’t do that to me, cuz he said he wouldn’t and Detective doesn’t lie. Unless it’s to the weird Feds, then he does, but never to me.

I shove another pretzel in my mouth and stare at the picture of Detective and his car. Wait, I can use that. He only has one car, unless he uses one of the precinct vehicles, and he wouldn’t use a precinct vehicle if he wants to hide, would he? Those are always tracking, said one of his friends, so they're not good for hiding. His car is a dark blue, which is the best color, but it also has some neon green and pink on the top from when I found some paint and got bored. On a side note, I’m no longer allowed to be unsupervised around paint or glitter. Rude. Anyways, there’s bright paint on the top, and I can just run around the rooftops until I find his car! It’ll haveta be somewhere, and even if I don’t find it I can go back to my warehouse. Wait, maybe Detective is near there? The warehouses are really nice to hide stuff in cuz they’re so big, and also no one ever checks on them without an actual, important reason. It’s nice, I never get bothered.

I chomp into the last pretzel, and get up to throw the box away. Chocolate pretzels never last long, they should make bigger boxes and I should get them for free. I meander out of the precinct, towards the apartments. The fire escapes there are always unlocked, and no one ever cares as long as I don’t stop on any of the landings. The apartment building itself is cool, all brick, and it's painted purple and green. It has people at the doors though, so I haven’t been able to enter it, sadly. Oh well, I’ll get in eventually. The fire escape is rusty and creaky and old, but it can be quiet if you’re really, really careful. I walk around to the alleyway that leads to the fire escape, then climb the stairs. Normally I’d just launch myself up but last time Detective yelled at me, so I don't wanna do it again. He said he was just scared for me, but yelling is really scary, too, so I dunno what he’s talking about. It’s not like I would fall either, cuz I was doing that since forever but now I can’t.

I finally reach the roof, and start running to the opposite edge. I jump at the very edge of the building, and land in a roll on the next building. I like jumping roofs, it’s fun and no one follows you, and it’s really, super fast if you know where you’re going cuz no one can stop you and nothing is in your way. Except maybe a fence sometimes, but it was really dark and raining that time so it’s not my fault that I fell off the roof. But fences aren’t common, so it’s easy to remember where they are and how to avoid them. Why would you put a fence on the roof? It just gets in the way and makes everything harder. It’s not like roofs ever hold anything important or expensive, y’know? It’s rude and in-con-sid-er-ate. I can say the best words, can’t I?

I slow down just a bit, cuz I can see my warehouse now, so I don’t need to go as fast. It has nothing to do with how hard I’m breathing, not at all. I glance around at some of the neighboring warehouses, but I can’t see very well, so I move to jump to the next roof. I spend a while running around checking everything out, but I still don’t see Detective’s car. I do find Muffin’s Marvels, so obviously I go down to ask for a cake. What the heck?! Why’re they closed, it’s not even that late. Wait, what time is it anyways? I pull out my little flip phone and see that it’s 11:53 PM. Oh, I’ll be nineteen in seven minutes, fun. I trot away from the cake shop, heading towards my warehouse. After getting back on the roofs, of course. I jump roofs, until I spot a flick of green in the corner of my eye. I land wrong, and my ankle is not happy about that, actually. After making sure I didn’t shatter my bones, I peek over to try and find the green I saw. I can’t find it from here, so I jump down into the mattress that has never been moved from the dumpster it's in. It’s still pretty good though, just stinky. I wander through the alleyway, trying to find any green at all. I don’t find anything, but there’s a weird shed thingie next to a warehouse so I go to check it out. It looks old and weird, like everything else. People really like to abandon stuff in abandoned places, it’s weird. Maybe they’re trying to make the abandoned place look nicer, but honestly it just makes me feel like someone was forgotten, and that makes me really sad so I don’t think about it anymore. Wait, isn’t that Detective’s car? Why is it hidden? And why so late?

Well, I know how I was able to see it at the very least. There isn’t a roof on this shed. Why would you place your car here, it’s not even protected that well, yknow? I wanna explore more, but my phone beeps at me, the alarm Detective set on it going off. Aw, I don’t wanna go to bed now, I just found the Detective. I pout at my phone until I let out a yawn and remember I have chocolate milk at my warehouse. I’m only going back for the chocolate milk, not because I’m tired, not at all. I never get tired, ever. I don’t trip, or get tired, or anything ever cuz I’m just that good. Obviously.

I finally reach my warehouse, and immediately grab my chocolate milk from the cooler Ms. Secretary gave me. It’s filled with ice, and keeps my chocolate milk cold so it doesn’t get gross and icky. Also warm milk is an abomination and anyone who warms their milk up willingly is wrong and gross and icky and should be jailed forever. I twist open the cap, sipping some as I flop onto the little bed-nest I made when I first found this place. My bed-nest is the bestest bed ever, cuz it’s warm and soft, and it has all sorts of colors. Blue is still the best color, but I like it when things have lots of colors, too, cuz it’s always fun to look at. I yawn again, laying further back and drinking the rest of my chocolate milk. I’m not tired at all, no siree. These blankets are just really warm and soft and nice, and I can’t help but nuzzling into them. Detective can wait until tomorrow, after all. He won’t mind.

#Ghost #Detective #Ms Secretary #ghost forgot her name so shes forever Ms Secretary #also this story in general isnt going the way i thought it would #which is fine but now im also waiting for the author to update and hes taking his damn time #lmao #anyways have ghostie boy searching for his detective #also fun fact! Ghost only learned his actual birthdate when detective Gunner learned about ghostie's legal name #Before that Ghostie only knew that it was sometime in august #His birthday is August 17 btw #if you really wanna know #<3 #<33333

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