Hedgehogthe3rd
Planter
What better time to write about Sebastian then 10:00 PM!
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New year. Winter is over, now just another Spring, Summer, and a Fall to suffer through. Then back to a cold Winter. But…heard something at the Saloon the other night; a new farmer guy was gonna come to town…I wasn’t paying attention though, just beating Sam at pool. Maybe this year will be better?
”What time is it?” I groan to myself in bed. “4:00…” My alarm clock is old, but works. ”Great”. I got up to my computer...right, Fector for my 5th run of JotPK. Easy as last time. I was about to start another run, but I heard a creak from upstairs, near the door. “Who’s leaving the house at 9:00?” I mutter. I stepped up the stairs to see a guy around my age rummaging through his pockets next to Mom’s shop. “Who the hell?” “Huh?” The guy responded. “Oh, I’m Charlie, I just moved in!”
“Out of all places to live, you chose here, huh?” I chuckled. “Well, it was more an inheri-“ “Cool, cool, but I have work.” I slid back down the basement steps. After more grinding through PK I went to the kitchen to get some chips, and just my luck, ”someone” walked in. “Is that Lewis?” I whispered to myself “I don’t have the bug steak yet, Abigail is gonna kill me if I can’t get some in a sandwich before Lewis leaves!” “Hey uhh, Robin right? I need a chair for my new house. Oh, and I found this cool book in a tree! Woody’s Secret. Thought you’d like it.” “Woody’s Secret? Oh, it’s about woodcutting! Thanks, Car-Charlie? Charlie.” “Charlie, yeah. And I’m glad you like it!” I tried escaping down to my room, but the guy caught me. “Oh, Sebastian! I also got this book, Combat Quarterly! You seem like you’d do fencing, right?” “…Thank you?” I replied, brushing a leaf off of the book. In truth I do have a sword that I got from Abigail (said she got them from the big lake thing next to the mines. Saw a weird pirate guy drop it?), but this “Charlie” guy seemed very desperate to make a friend, and I did not share this desperation. “Well, yeah…oh, and thanks for the chair,” he began holding the new furniture above his head “bye!” Charlie skipped outside, likely to his home.
“He’s nice.” “Mom!” I groaned “I have Sam and Abigail, I don’t need this Charlie guy to be my friend!” “Okay, okay. If you say so” By the time she had finished talking I was back in my room, blazing through the first stage of PK, shoving chips in my mouth. By 9:00 I was sound asleep.
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New year. Winter is over, now just another Spring, Summer, and a Fall to suffer through. Then back to a cold Winter. But…heard something at the Saloon the other night; a new farmer guy was gonna come to town…I wasn’t paying attention though, just beating Sam at pool. Maybe this year will be better?
”What time is it?” I groan to myself in bed. “4:00…” My alarm clock is old, but works. ”Great”. I got up to my computer...right, Fector for my 5th run of JotPK. Easy as last time. I was about to start another run, but I heard a creak from upstairs, near the door. “Who’s leaving the house at 9:00?” I mutter. I stepped up the stairs to see a guy around my age rummaging through his pockets next to Mom’s shop. “Who the hell?” “Huh?” The guy responded. “Oh, I’m Charlie, I just moved in!”
“Out of all places to live, you chose here, huh?” I chuckled. “Well, it was more an inheri-“ “Cool, cool, but I have work.” I slid back down the basement steps. After more grinding through PK I went to the kitchen to get some chips, and just my luck, ”someone” walked in. “Is that Lewis?” I whispered to myself “I don’t have the bug steak yet, Abigail is gonna kill me if I can’t get some in a sandwich before Lewis leaves!” “Hey uhh, Robin right? I need a chair for my new house. Oh, and I found this cool book in a tree! Woody’s Secret. Thought you’d like it.” “Woody’s Secret? Oh, it’s about woodcutting! Thanks, Car-Charlie? Charlie.” “Charlie, yeah. And I’m glad you like it!” I tried escaping down to my room, but the guy caught me. “Oh, Sebastian! I also got this book, Combat Quarterly! You seem like you’d do fencing, right?” “…Thank you?” I replied, brushing a leaf off of the book. In truth I do have a sword that I got from Abigail (said she got them from the big lake thing next to the mines. Saw a weird pirate guy drop it?), but this “Charlie” guy seemed very desperate to make a friend, and I did not share this desperation. “Well, yeah…oh, and thanks for the chair,” he began holding the new furniture above his head “bye!” Charlie skipped outside, likely to his home.
“He’s nice.” “Mom!” I groaned “I have Sam and Abigail, I don’t need this Charlie guy to be my friend!” “Okay, okay. If you say so” By the time she had finished talking I was back in my room, blazing through the first stage of PK, shoving chips in my mouth. By 9:00 I was sound asleep.
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