an egg's humble abode

Hi hi hi hi hi bomking my face on you like a small cat. Hello. Hi

first day on the job

man sometimes all you need to do is sit in silence with someone for a little while

the true final boss. 10,000 year old technology

egg

There are alot of great lines in deltarune but none beat out when ralsei gives susie advice on complimenting people by saying “just tell them something you wish people would say to you” and susie responds with “you are unbanned from free ham sandwich day”

He wants to play UNO

c-cowboy wilbur soot,,, /awe

as a person of color it’s so important to me that miles looked at hobie—rule-breaking, conflict-provoking, dark-humored hobie—and couldn’t help but call him cool, that pavitr and gwen see him as a reliable dude when adults call him a “piece of work”. we see him just fuck around and cause trouble and joke about capitalism and silently advise miles to be skeptical about authority.

idk like its easy to have another charming (usually white) rebel without a cause who stirs the pot for shits and giggles with a smug grin on his face to match his devil may care attitude, that the kind and humble protag shrugs off in his quest to seek approval from authority. but then instead we get teens from marginalized identities looking up to a young black man who challenges them to think about their actions carefully and question what they know, who jokes about things that other people would politely grimace at in response to, who makes adults uncomfortable. i can think of some people in my life like him—those older kids whom i was told were troublemakers, whom adults told me to ignore, to be scared of, to reject, yet were the ones who gave me wisdom and whom i ended up looking up to and whom i bitched about colony and homophobia and fascism with.

and it isn’t just hobie and his throwaway lines barbed with criticism and discontent, it’s also when gwen says “can you stop being a cop for once”, it’s also when pavitr says “this is where the british stole all our stuff”, it’s that level of awareness of unfairness and injustice in the world they live in and as kids they just have to passively accept the status quo and kick the dirt and angstily, cynically point at injustice with a half-cocked smile of irony. of course young vigilantes would say shit like that. of course young vigilantes would have blm pins and trans lives matter flags and jokes about colony and capitalism. of course kids like me would understand that. of course kids like me would look at hobie and say he’s one cool fucking dude.

Imagine these two meeting for the first time

This is completely based off of a scene from my fav ATSV fic

that employee of the Eleven Seven on the street corner store. ||

ultra mega hyper super cringe (it's so fuqing corny but it gets the job done) fanfic I wrote a while back when catching the bus for 35 hours a day to get to class 🤸

modern/non-spider au 💥💥

(avoided use of names is intentional)

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There is this convenience store on the street corner. Truthfully speaking there's nothing too special about it. The bold fluorescent green sign stuck to the storefront was just like any other Eleven Seven. The moderately overpriced products that offered upon its white shelves was just like any other. Truly it was just a typical and standard convenience store.

Ordinary.

Perhaps with an even more ordinary afternoon shift employee.

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Of course, with a normal store came its normal customers. Faces that the employee had long committed to her memory after seeing them stop by so frequently. A nice boy who was clearly crushing on his blonde friend. A cute teenage couple. A weary professor from her university with his spirited coworker. A biker.

Ah, that biker.

Despite the months she had worked at that convenience store, despite the kinds of people she's seen; her fascination would inevitably waver towards the biker that always came in late at night. To her, he was nothing more than a vague curiosity. At least that's what she tells herself. It was hard not to think about the spiked collars and wristbands that naturally called the attention of the eyes with the way they glint in the fluorescent lights. The patched shirt and pants that were torn and ripped in a fashionable way. Or not. She didn't really know. Occasionally, she caught glimpses of his bike parked outside, albeit it was sometimes difficult as the jet black melted into the night. The only proof of it ever being there was the reflected green on the shiny paint surface.

Meeting was never unpleasant but parting was never particularly memorable either. He didn't speak much. In fact he hardly ever took off his helmet. It was probably an efficiency thing, she had assumed, the helmet being troublesome to take on and off after all. Standing at a height well above her, he loomed intimidatingly but the girl had learned over time that was just how his vibes were. Just another customer. Yet she couldn't deny the way she would inhale sharply and look away when she found dark eyes, hidden well behind the tinted visor, looking back. As soon as the register would ring and as quickly as he came, he would be gone like a silent wind lost to the dark of the late hours. Meeting was like a dream within the night, the lingering of his cologne acting in his stead as the ghost of his presence.

He was interesting, that biker.

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He was a regular at that convenience store on the street corner. He didn't really have much of a choice, it was the closest place that offered any kind of sustenance at this time of night despite how ridiculously priced it was. Capitalism, he would mumble. Previously, entering that store would much rather be avoided. That mean old lady that would squint assumingly at him was less than pleasant on every occasion. Then she was gone. Instead of a face constantly pulled into a frown, he found himself staring at a younger one. A nicer one.

A rather prettier one.

But there was nothing more to it than that. At least that's what he tells himself. Without as much as a second glance, he would leave with his bag in hand. She was just an ordinary convenience store employee, that's all. He found himself back in the parking lot under the green light from the neon store sign the very next night. She was standing there behind the counter, earbuds in as she sipped on a milk carton. Milk? He had thought to himself. The ring of the bell when the door opened drew her attention, her eyes slid over to glance at him before offering the standard store employee greeting. Soon, he was standing at the counter again as she rang up items. And again.

And again.

Months ease by with him never missing a day of rolling into the parking lot of that convenience store on his bike. To him, she was a gravitational force he didn't quite understand. Pulled in her direction, he found his heart leading his legs instead of his head. He knew nothing of her. Her likes, dislikes, everything outside of that and the in betweens. He often wondered what it was about that convenience store employee that drew his chest tight whenever he walked up to its counter. He didn't like it, it felt superficial. Yet all the same he couldn't help but feel the visor of his helmet fog slightly as his head grew warm whenever she glanced up. She was a stranger he knew nothing of besides the name displayed on the worn badge on her apron and the carton of milk always beside her. So he would leave a purchased carton on the counter. A quiet offering. Meeting is like the autumn afternoon, quiet but enchanting every time as the sun casts a warm, orange glaze onto the world.

He leaves again into the night, heart in his throat as the engine tries to roar as loud as the pounding in his ears.

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It was a curious thing, two people of entirely different genres meeting in a not so extraordinary store. Like two sides of a coin, supposedly never meant to meet face to face. Stars that were universes apart. The sun and the moon that never see each other in the same sky.

That's why meeting was like the dawn. Brief, as the moon is able to sneak a glance at the sun as the first light of daybreak rises above the horizon. Meeting was all things quiet, all things sweet and all things right in the world. Meeting was as heart racing as the first words shared on an average night by the curb.

"Name’s ‘Obie."

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There is this convenience store on the street corner. Sincerely speaking there's truly nothing that special about its fluorescent sign and its goods. Yet it managed to hold the collision of two universes as the stars aligned for a brief shared glance while breathes were taken from their lungs. Beneath the vivid green, the ordinary store hid an unnamed rendezvous for an unlikely pair. That employee of the Eleven Seven on the street corner store and the late night biker.

End.

*SCREAMS INCOHERENTLY, THROWING SHIT AT THE WALL*

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