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It was a typical morning at the Smiling Friends HQ, Charlie scrolled on his phone, Glep was getting his morning coffee before starting yet-another fun-filled day of rotting his brain on his tablet and Alan was meticulously organizing his paper clips…and bizarrely enough, a very crucial member of the crew was uncharacteristically late. “Hey guys, y’seen Pim yet? He’s usually here earlier than the rest of us.” Alan sighed, “He probably got caught in traffic, or worse: probably stepped on a bug on the way and is probably ugly-crying again!” …and speak of the devil, Pim waltzed in with quite the surprise. Apparently, he got sick of wearing those cute blue shorts and little black shoes and wanted to shake it up a bit, and while Pim occasionally wore cutesy/girly things like cat hoodies and dressing as characters like Rose Quartz or Sailor Moon on Halloween to equally balance out his more masculine wear, this was definitely the first time his co-workers saw him wear such a scandalous hot-pink skirt that showed his curvy figure (and a little “under the hood” action if you catch my drift!)…. and if that wasn’t proactive enough, the skirt was paired with red high-heels, a chunky bracelet with various semi-precious gemstones with the colors of the genderfluid and gender-non conforming pride flags, his iconic white shirt was tied in a knot and buttoned down to show a little more skin than usual and for the flame on-top of the crème brûlée, he wore a gold chain necklace around his chest adorned with a Swarovski-encrusted “iced out” Mickey Mouse-style glove hand shamelessly flipping the bird at all who saw it. Pim certainly caused quite the commotion at work that morning with Charlie trying to distract himself with his phone and Glep’s inner lesbian appreciating this newly-found style. Alan was not pleased, however. “What the fuck, Pim?! This is a professional office building and you’re running around like a hook-er in an alley-way! You of all people shouldn’t be breaking the dress-code in this app-awl-ing display-uh!” Alan harshly scolded Pim like a strict parent would after their teenage child was caught vaping at school. Now usually, Pim was expected to get his feelings hurt and timidly go back home to change, but much to everyone’s shock, he was casually filing his nails and rolling his eyes while delivering an brassy response: “What dress code? You and Glep run around ass-naked every friggin’ day! Oh, and do not get me started with Mr. Boss and his slut-tacular wardrobe over the years.” Pim snarled sardonically as Alan’s eyes and mouth snapped in shock at the surprise case of smart-mouth coming from the golden boy of the Smiling Friends. “If you can’t handle my thunder-thighs and my perfect peach in all their extra thicc glory,” he suddenly started talking in the same accent Alan spoke in, with his tongue sticking out and using his hand as a “puppet”-esque gesture: “Gya-oh down to the church and pray with the nuns, Guh-ra-nee!” and with that, Pim snapped his perfectly-filed fingers and strutted down past the appalled Alan and over onto Charlie and Glep whose jaws where dropped to the floor, with a gossipy quip: “Can y’all believe I just got slut-shamed by a hot dog with no buns?” Cue an uproar of uncontrollable laughter from both as Alan felt as if he was forced to eat nails for breakfast without any milk. Getting back-sassed by Pim of all people was one thing, specifically getting called an old flat-ass felt like a cruel blow to his ego. Finally, when Pim and Charlie left the breakroom that morning, Alan shook his fist and muttered “When I get you, you little pink asshole-“
Charlie and Pim’s day on the job was also quite the ruckus, as they were helping a working middle-aged mother whose bozo husband had been cheating on her with a younger rich woman. First off Pim’s natural instinct was to comfort her and fix her makeup. Charlie suggested ambushing the adulterant duo in a comedic fashion, Pim’s suggestion on how to deal with it however somehow felt more cruel. They ambushed the husband and mistress alright, Pim convinced the woman to hide in a closet and text her husband that she’s out shopping for the evening, giving him leeway to invite his special friend. Cue the grandiose reveal of the wife live-streaming the affair for all to see on Facebook and busting out of the closet to reveal to her husband and his mistress that she had been putting her husband on blast from the shadows with a live audience providing angry comments with the fire further stoked once the furious and disgusted 22-year old revealed the husband lied about being single while kicking him in the nads as the comments cheered for both women to take the bastard down. Needless to say that Charlie and Pim where cutting up in chuckles while leaving the joint. “I’ve gotta say Pim, you’ve been pretty damn bold lately, maybe my influence is rubbing off of you.” Charlie playfully complimented while barely resisting the urge to credit himself for Pim’s edgy behavior recently. “Sister, please: I was chunky before meeting you.” Pim flashed his wrist and proudly laughed like a noblewoman in a Shoujo anime and added in a campy, faux-shameful tone: “I’m bad, I’m bad, I know!” After work, Charlie suggested hanging out at Salty’s for dinner, while Pim grinned and suggested a night at Spaghetti Disco to let loose. Charlie was always up for a good party unless his hangover was a persistent fucking bitch so he casually agreed.
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Charlie sat on his barstool sipping his Whiskey Sour as he watched Pim dance to the thumping club music like he did when they where abducted by those party bro aliens, he never saw Pim with this exact amount of confidence before, as if he’s blossomed into his authentic self and he couldn’t be more delighted to see Pim this carefree and wild, as if nothing could dull his sparkle, let alone outshine him. Next to Charlie was a blue duck-like critter in a rainbow tank top and next to him was his boyfriend, a large chubby alligator with a Hawaiian shirt. “That little pink diva is absolutely killing it on the dance floor over there, I wonder what brand of stilettos they wear?” His boyfriend concurred: “They’re the life of the party, just like Paris Hilton!” One two friends in the back, a polar bear in biker gear, just had to quip: “…but with way more personality!” while chuckling to himself much to the annoyance of the cat in the mauve robes trying to sip his cosmopolitan in peace, muttering in a rich, British-flavored voice: “You and your quips, Fozzie.” Charlie smirked at the attention Pim brought to himself, as if he was the disco ball at the center of the room proving the pretty lights as he shimmered for all to see. Eventually the music and Pim’s infectious radiance synching to the rhythm and beats drawn Charlie to the dance floor as if he was sailor bewitched by a mermaid’s siren song, while he danced with Pim, he reminded himself he was in a relationship with Zoey and that he couldn’t come off as flirtatious so he couldn’t exactly take Pim’s hand and twirl him around the floor…and dammit, he wanted to for some reason! Maybe it’s just the music getting to him.
Obviously the two where drunk as hell by the end of the night so they called up good ol’ Mr. Boss to pick them up from the club, befittingly from a old rich man serving as a designated driver, he showed up in the parking lot in a limozeen and because he preferred operating behind the wheel over paying some chump in a uniform have all the fun. “I can tell you boys had fun tonight! *chuckle* Takes me back to my clubbin’ days at Studio 54!” As the boys were seated, there was excited chatter recapping the night as the city lights flashed them by as if they were light-folding on a spacecraft and watching the shooting stars go by. “Now Pim, I know you’ve been one of our model employees doing and you’ve done good job at making people smile and getting along, but I also hear you’ve gotten into a scuffle with Alan this morning….” Pim rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath: “Oh great, that cheese-nibbling pencil pusher squealed on me.” as Mr. Boss continued: “Now I’m all for you wearing whatever makes you comfortable, our business headquarters are a safe space, but neither of you should be shaming the other for their looks! While Alan slut-shaming you wasn’t very gentlemanly but neither was you body-shaming him either. As a unit, us Smiling Friends should all accept our differences and embrace each other’s beautiful bodies….ooh that came out wrong, whoops!” Mr. Boss chuckled, and this was the part of the story where neither him or Charlie was quite expecting what else came out of Pim’s mouth. He giggled, quipping: “Oh wooooow, you must be that desperate for some action for once in your life, Gramps!”. You’d be forgiven if you read Mr. Boss and Charlie’s faces as if they where both just-now being pushed off a plane with bungees instead of parachutes. Yes, Pim was stinkin’ drunk and probably off his gourd but the very idea made whatever brunette hairs where left on Mr. Boss’ head immediately turn white with shock. Eventually, Mr. Boss would snap out of his mortification when he noticed a particularly rude driver was following the limozeen, impatiently honking and yelling many profanities, one of which Pim caught while he was filing his nails with his legs crossed. Just as Pim finished with his nails, he dramatically flicked his wrist and rather abruptly, the rude driver behind them swerved out of control and into the lake where the car exploded. Mr. Boss and Charlie where once-again in shock, asking themselves internally how the night could possibly get any weirder…then Pim adorably giggled in a tone that sounded like his usual self, before once-again quipping: “That’s what he gets for riding our asses, the bloody stupid cunt!” before cackling like a wicked witch. After 3 minutes of awkward silence drenched in disturbance and not knowing how else to respond to Pim’s uncontrollable mouth, Mr. Boss and Charlie loudly laughed with the uncharacteristically crass pink critter, partially out of how spontaneous he was being, partially out of justified nervousness.
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“Tonight was a blast, Pim! We should go clubbing more often, see ya!”
“There you go, Pim, you rascal-you! Hope you feel a little more like yourself tomorrow~ goodnight!”
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Pim sobered up after slipping into long, relaxing bath and lying there for 15 minutes….and when everything that happened came crashing down like an anvil to an old cartoon character, Pim had an anxiety attack where his heart raced as he internally asked himself in his own head quite a few heavy-hitting questions: “…How many drinks did I have?…Why did I say all those nasty things?!…..Did I really kill that guy?!” Pim curled up in fetal-position in his bathtub with his mouth underwater, screamed bloody murder for what felt like longer than a minute, until…. “Hey now, get a hold of yourself! This isn’t very positive now is it?” A familiar, chirpy voice tinkled like a bell in Pim’s mind. It felt so vivid that Pim assumed that someone was legit talking to him in the room, hopefully not. Pim yelped with an even more noticable blush on his cheeks and started sheepishly peering around his bathroom while mostly concealed in the endless clouds of soapy iridescent bubbles. “W-who is this?” “No way, you forgot? Remember that beautiful afternoon where I walked down the aisle and married the man of my dreams? It was so beautiful, too bad it didn’t last long…” Pim’s eyes widened in horror, before sternly demanding with a brave face: “Alright, where are you hiding, In my laundry hamper? Outside my window? Are you somehow cramped up in my medicine cabinet?” The voice innocently giggled before clarifying, “Remember when you mean boys tried to kill me? Well, it was kinda difficult for me to possess two bodies at once so I chose the cutest one!” To hammer on home Pim’s predicament, the lights began to flicker as that voice continued giggling in a girlish tone, leaving Pim paralyzed in terror as the bathroom lights began to flicker as a red flag indicating that quite the storm was brewing. “Oh, fudge….”
After whatever-the-hell-just-happened, Pim had slipped on a fluffy, slightly-oversized bathrobe and lied on the sofa with a crystal goblet of of bubbly rosé and a bag of cheesy pretzel-kins on his coffee table while watching an episode of that cheesy English dub of the Gwimbly anime of which he grew up on as a means of escapism from the strange turn his life had taken, of course his new roommate had to provide the commentary. “Oh my Gosh, wow, I grew up on Gwimbly! Even my daddy sat down to play the games with me~ Oh and good call buying this brand of wine!” Pim rolled his eyes in annoyance at being reminded of his possessed state. “Very heartwarming but Shh! This is a good one, this is where Gwimbly and Mr. Millipede finally uncover the legendary crystal cream corn.” Brittany pouted, “Aww, okay~ But maybe we can talk about our mutual love for this show during the commercials?” Pim low-key snapped in a sassy tone while wagging his finger to an imaginary figure: “This is Crunchyroll Premium, honey, there isn’t any commercial break! So you’re gonna hush up until the episode is over or I’m calling an exorcist!” “Okie-dokie, I’ll be quiet until the credits…then I’ll resume to blab your little ear-holes off.” Pim groaned under his breath: “Gawd, please tell me this isn’t how I sound like to everyone else…”
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“Lemme get this straight, you where definitely the one who talked me into going through with that ensemble?” “Eeyup, sure did! Buying the stilletos and the skirt where kinda your-idea, I encouraged you to go through with it while I added the finishing touches!” “I’m kinda glad you did, although the heels where an absolute pain to walk in, what was I thinking?” said Pim, who was so dog-tired that didn’t even bother changing into pajamas and tucked himself in bed with that fluffy bathrobe of his. Brittany chirpily responded: “Charlie was glad too, not that he’d admit it!” Pim blushed and indignantly defended: “Hey now, Charlie has a girlfriend, what kind of homewrecker do you take me for?!” Brittany giggled at Pim’s expense: “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” “Oh for the love of- Brittany are you seriously shipping me with Charlie? Look, I can’t deny that I like him but-“ “You mean like-like him? Like he liked you in that skirt and how you strutted by him that morning after roasting Alan like that?” “Brittany, please stop-“ Brittany decided to be an asshole and put on a scarily-good impression of Charlie to get Pim’s goat. “Holy shit Pim, you’re a savage, a real baddie!~” “Stop that right now!” “I wish I could ditch that basic-ass broad and go out with you, I’d watch you flip your wrist and brutally kill assholes on the road all night long, my naughty princess~” Pim, whose face was glowing beet-red at this point, was shrieking at Brittany to shut up to no avail. “Awwww, you like being called that don’t you, my blood-thirsty killer sweet babe!“ Pim groaned as immediately whipped out his phone, opened his browser and typed in a tutorial for diy holy water for drinking, prompting Brittany to beg in her normal voice: “Alright, I’ll stop! Geez, you’re way more fun when I call the shots.” Pim was so sick of this audacious hoe that he could feel the bags under his eyes as he finally dozed off. “…oh and by the way, I didn’t make you flirt with my ex, you really where that drunk!” “Goodnight, Brittany.”
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Pim had the peculiar and haunting dream where he was lying on an altar in a dark room lit with tall candles with a church organ playing, he was donning a red tunic and a crown made of rose vines and bones, obviously he got scared as hell and nervously cried for help. “Hello! Anyone here? Charlie!….anybody?” Pim’s questions were answered with the sound of a woman screaming bloody murder, prompting Pim to nervously curl up on the altar and took deep breaths in a desperate attempt to keep his composure. Just then, a looming figure obscured in a dark cloak arrived, hovering over Pim as if he was inspecting him. The cloak unveiled to reveal *gasp* none other than the ol’ Devil himself in all of his baritone, stop-motion glory. Pim tried to flee but was paralyzed in terror as Satan loomed over the pink critter, while Pim expected him to harm him in revenge for his daughter’s death…but instead of any of that, he smiled and laughed, further confusing the already-bepuzzled Pim. “Ah yes, the sacrifice was a success! Welcome to your new kingdom, Brittany.” Saved by the loud clock alarm, Pim’s eyes snapped open as he awakened to the early morning where he was right back in his room, except of course the possessed critter also found he was floating mid-air and figured he was unsurprisingly sleeping like that the whole time. “Haha, very funny now knock it off, I need to use the bathroom!” “Okay geez, Mr. Grumpy!” And with that, Pim thudded back onto his bed with a sharp “Oof!”. Pim got off the bed and immediately scurried into the bathroom to relieve himself. “Damn it, I’m trying to get my period aren’t I? My menstrual cycle is never consistent! Just when I get to skip it for a month or two it comes back with a horrible vengeance!” Pim complained to himself. “Aw sweetie, I’m sorry to hear about that.” Brittany emphasized, “My periods where rough too, PCOS.” “No way, me too! My hormone imbalance only makes things even wonkier during this time of the month but oh well, what can I do?” “Fuck periods!” Pim snorted at Brittany’s relatable exclamation while washing his hands, responding in a rough voice with a thickened version of his Aussie accent: “Oy-yeh, FUCK menstruation, awl my homies bloody HATE menstruation!! BAH!” Brittany and Pim laughed as the demon and her host kicked off the usual morning routine of preparing breakfast, but at the moment, there wasn’t really anything to make breakfast with. “Oh poo, I was gonna go grocery shopping after work! Until a certain somebody thought it was a grandiose idea to blow my paycheck on getting hammered at Spaghetti Disco.” Brittany sheepishly stuttered: “Oh, yeah…b-but wasn’t it worth letting your nerve ending down?” Pim sighed, “But I don’t have anything for breakfast.” After some thinking, Brittany came up with a quick solution. Out of thin air was a flame that transformed into a small black rectangular box topped with a red ribbon that fell into Pim’s hand. Pim opened the gift box and marveled in curiosity at what appeared to be a golden gift card with am infinity symbol on it. “This is mine from when I was alive, it was given to me by Daddy as a birthday present, thousands of billionaire tycoons who owed their debit to him where tortured into making this card a reality…as a non-corporeal spirit I have no use for it anymore, so I’m bequeathing it to you, P! Now you’ll never worry about paying expenses ever again!” Pim’s eyes widened as he clutched the card like a cat to a ball of yard. “Thank you, Brit, I can finally expand my Labubu collection!”
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Pim arrived at work in a frilly white blouse, a red ascot, black blazer jacket with a red rose pinned on the breast pocket, matching shorts with the seat branded with flaming logo bearing “Hot 2 Go” in a chunky red font, leather knee-high platform boots with flaming red hearts, ombre’d black and red heart-shaped sunglasses, a black beret hat, a handbag with a long chain resembling a black cat’s head and a necklace with a 24k platinum skull around his neck. In one hand was a large bag sweetly scented of Neapolitan flavors and the other was holding a brightly-colored strawberry-matcha frappé with bursting boba at the bottom. “Sorry I’m fashionably late, darlings, I had to get brekkie and I figured I’d spoil y’all rotten with goodies from the café!” said Pim in a suavé tone, putting down his drink and the bag to take out the rest of the contents: a styrofoam cup-holder containing four elaborate and distinct frappes and a giant cardboard box filled with an assortment of pastries. “Holy smokes Pim, you shouldn’t have.” Charlie tried to smile in spite of the killer hangover he was dealing with. “We’ll blow me down, son that’s quite the haul you brought there! Thanks!!” Mr. Boss was especially appreciative of the gesture. “Is this your cheap cop-out way of schmoozing me into lending my forgiveness to your rotten little ass after calling me an old flat-ass yesterday? I ain’t buying it.” Alan scoffed as he opened up a granola bar and sipped from his coffee mug about of spite. “My Alan, holding a grudge isn’t very Smiling Friendly of you~” Pim snarked, “Besides, why let your portion of the bounty go to waste?” “I can’t let it go to my waist because I’m on a diet, jackass.” “….Oh.” Charlie couldn’t stifle his snickering if he tried as it was still somewhat-jarring to see Pim having this wild streak, Alan definitely had it coming. “I can hear that!” Alan snapped. Just then Charlie’s phone rang, picking up the phone and excusing himself from the table to answer the other person. “Zoey! How are things with you, babe?” as Charlie tapped out, the rest of the group sans one salty hot dog indulged on the frappés and pastries. “How’d y’now this was my favorite flavor?” Asked Mr. Boss, sipping on his dark-chocolate cherry mocha frappé, Pim cheekily put his finger on his chin with an innocent look: “I just had a hunch.” The slightly-tempted Alan watched as Glep repetitively bit into his chocolate cornet while licking at the leaking filling at the bottom, which only worsened his thinning commitment to his diet. Finally Charlie came back with an announcement: “Hey guys, Zoey’s gonna invite me to dinner with her family this weekend! It’s a long hike I might not be back until Monday or Tuesday.” Mr. Boss replied after gnoshing on his cherry danish: “No worries lad, have a fun time! I’ll pair Pim up with Alan or Glep in the meantime!” Pim was sweating bullets, not because he dreaded being paired up with Alan who was still mad at him, but because of barely-repressed strong feelings he refused to elaborate upon. In the heat of the moment, Pim wolfed down another eclair and polished off his boba-frappé. As Alan finally couldn’t take it anymore and was ready to grab that lonesome frappé that Pim initially bought for him, the anxious Pim immediately grabbed it and slugged half of it down before he noticed Alan’s face wilt. “Oh, sorry- did you change your mind? You can have the rest-“ Alan facepalmed before answering: “Fuck it, gimme.”
That day, Charlie and Pim helped a crying little girl get her cat out of a tree, to which Pim picked up and soothed as he stood on top of Charlie to reach, then they helped motivate a pot-smoking 30-something-year old rocker who was bumming around her grandparent’s basement get back together with her successful CEO girlfriend (who kicked her out for forgetting their anniversary AND bogarting all the booze) with a DIY romantic ballad at the Flying Meep Restaurant, and while it didn’t quite work out she did win over the waitress’ affections. Finally, they where called by the terrified assistant-manager at the local Bullseye Superstore to make a raging customer calm down and quit throwing a hissy-fit over their fairly performative and bare-bones acknowledgement of an obscure holiday celebrating the importance of DEI in the workplace (not to mention hypocritical because they scaled back on their own DEI policy earlier this year). When the boys stepped into that Bullseye store, Charlie felt as if he stepped into hell all over again! The middle-aged blonde woman in the bedazzled shirt that read: “Live, Laugh and Love” had still been violently trashing the joint, threatening its employees with ending their lives and greatly terrifying the customers while screeching about how it was the end times. “Excuse me, M’am?” Charlie piped up as he put on a stoic front masking his anxiety, “What seems to be upsetting you so badly?” Pim timidly asked. “Well, isn’t it obvious?!” The blonde snarled as she held up an extremely corny t-shirt in a cutesy font that read: “DEI Love My Safe Space!” before she violently threw it on the ground and stomped on it while giving the uncomfortable boys an over-dramatic speech ripped straight from an X account: “WE’RE IN THE END TIMES!! BULLSEYE IS SPITTING IN THE FACE OF TRADITIONAL VALUES AND GROOMING THE ENTIRE COUNTRY WITH THE WOKE MIND VIRUS!!” Much to the lady’s surprise, she was lifted from the ground and suspended 7 ft. in the air by Pim who reached his hand outwards at her, whom Charlie noticed had glowing yellow eyes and red pupils: “I don’t think you know what that word means, and I really don’t appreciate your ilk treating that word like one of your little trendy rage-bait buzzwords.” Pim turned his wrist and started rapidly spinning her around at a dizzying speed. “Now I better never see you in this store again or I’m gonna send you to meet your maker, then again, a Bible-thumping braindead Karen like you would probably love to meet the celebrity you stan the most!~” Pim giggled until he shot a nasty glare at her with a toothy grin that would make the Joker proud: “Isn’t that right, you wretched old hag?” before he dropped her to the ground. Scared-shitless, the blonde threw up on the ground and sprinted out of the building. “Dude…” the amazed and horrified Charlie tried to utter a response, but couldn’t mind the words to describe how he felt, the employees and customers-alike cheered for Pim into scaring the unpleasant woman out of the shop. The manager walked up to Pim with a grateful handshake. “Thank you for saving our bacon there! How can we possibly repay you?” Pim cutely put his finger on his chin as he pondered, then answered: “You could get in touch with the company CEO to restore your old DEI policy, which includes giving your employees permission to boot out weirdos like her!” “Well, after this incident, he may very well consider that.” Pim giggled, thanking the manager.
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Charlie didn’t have enough time to hang out with Pim after work this time, as he had to pack his bags for the trip to Zoey’s parent’s place tomorrow, after all, Pim was in dire need to get some grocery shopping done! Pim hit the little family-owned OneyMart convenience store and grabbed his essentials before heading home for the night. After a quick shower, Pim slipped on an oversized band T-shirt and lounge shorts and slapped some spring rolls in the microwave and played UnderDelta on his Nintendo Switch while waiting for his dinner to be ready. “Go on, admit it~” teased Brittany, “You’re jealous.” Pim furrowed his eyebrows and growled: “hey! I let you pick out the ice cream, Brit, so quit picking on me!” Brittany giggled mischievously, resuming: “I’m not asking you to shout it from the rooftops, that would be silly! I figured since we share a body now, I’m giving you permission to be vulnerable to your new roomie.” Pim raised an eyebrow in skepticism, “Oh really now? You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?” “I can’t exactly leave you body anyways, unless you purge me….but even if you purged me I wouldn’t tell another soul!” “Promise?” “Pinky-promise!! Oh wait-“ The humored Pim finally caved in: “Alright, I confess: I do have a crush on Charlie, I’ve had since the day I first met him…and I never really got around to confessing, and on the day I planned to reveal my concealed feelings for him, he announced that he started Zoey. Oh Zoey, that goodie-goodie girl next door who she stole my crush’s heart! No matter how sweet and nice I am to her, I still secretly hold an ugly grudge toward her…” Pim sighed, “Maybe it’s my fault that I couldn’t spit it out and I’m projecting my anger at myself onto her…I’m such an asshole.” Brittany was moved, sympathizing in Pim’s plight. “Well, at least you’re not acting out your anger onto her, and you’re letting those two be a happy couple, right?” Pim started to tear up, “They are cute together…” “Let it all out, Pim, sadness is a healthy emotion to express!” Pim sniffled and choked up, muffling himself with a pillow and sobbing into it as Brittany cooed “There-there, Pim, it’s okay~” like an honorary mom friend. After the crying session, Pim ate his sorrows away by wolfing down the spring rolls and not bothering to save any for later, followed by indulging in a tub of red velvet ice cream, then he hit the sack feeling like a weight was lifted from his chest as he was about to drift off into sleep mode, until Brittany whined playfully: “Hey Pim~ can I ask a question pretty pleaaase?” “Alright, what’s there to ask about?” Pim yawned in a tired-yet-relaxed voice. “So I’m curious, like genuinely curious? What’s preventing you from ignoring my pleas and just purging me completely? I mean I did kinda make you kill that guy and put a damper on your innocent “silly little guy” rep, wouldn’t you wanna go back to a more simple day-to-day life?” The humored Pim chuckled, and slyly grinned: “Because to be completely honest….my life is a little more fun with you around, you’re like the older sister I never really had, don’t you think?” “Aww, that’s so sweet! You are like my honorary adorkable little brother.” Pim chuckled and dozed off, closing off with a gentle: “Sweet dreams, Brit.” “Right back at you, P.”