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Pink Milk had one hell of a week.
It had started regularly, of course. Most weeks followed a similar structure, that’s just how things were.
It soon got mucked up when he was invited to a party at the oldest dwelling on the island, Xitalli Manor. There was a murder almost as soon as the party began, and everyone in the house was considered a suspect.
Thus, poor PiMi had spent far too long cooped up in the old, probably haunted building. It wasn’t all bad, of course… There were plenty of outfits and old paintings to admire, and fancy foods galore! The whole murder thing was a rather large downside, but with the town mortician on the scene able to resurrect the victim, PiMi wasn’t all too worried in the end.

Nonetheless, he was still happy to get out of the place and get home. He had several stories of phantoms, red herrings and romance scandals to tell his father and sister.
It was as he headed up the path back to his home, the chill of the evening air staved off by his soft fur, that he crashed right into Kazoo.

“Aurgh! That hurt!” He yelled, expecting his sister to come up with some witty reply about how they should watch where they were going. Instead, Kazoo just looked at him, tears in her eyes. Cheeto was nestled in her downy, almost feather-like fur, and instead of complaining as the crub usually did, he made a sad noise.

Something was wrong.

“Kazoo…” He began, but she cut him off.

“I’m leaving. I’m… going to find out what dad’s been hiding from us. Come with me, please.” She begged. PiMi was her brother, through and through. No matter the petty quarrels they shared, they were each other's best friend. Which is why Kazoo was sure she could get her brother to follow her.

Instead, as he picked himself up off the ground, PiMi found themselves asking another question. “What.. What about dad? Is he alright?”

Kazoo felt anger and regret bubbling up in her chest again. “Who cares about him! I gave him a piece of my mind, that’s all! Cheeto’s following me on his own accord!”

“Kazoo… What did you say to him?”

“...” She shrunk backwards, unwilling to tell them.

“Kazoo.”

“URGH! You’re so DIFFICULT! Just come with me! It’s not that hard!”

PiMi weighed up his options. He, too, was curious about what had happened to his father before they hatched. Where had he gotten such awful scars…? And why was it that every time october rolled around he got very upset? It would be interesting to find out where his family had really come from. Did he have grandparents? Cousins? Did they look like him? It compelled him to almost want to go with Kazoo.
But then he thought about his father. His father who loved them more than anything in the world, who read to them when they were young, who always made time to play with them, even if he wasn’t up to it. His father, who encouraged him to be an artist, who patched up every scratch or cut, who brushed his hair and fur when they would get twigs caught in it.

His father who would do, and did, all the same things for Kazoo.

PiMi loved his sister, but her behaviour in recent months had put him off. He’d never been mad at her, just… disappointed. And though she was still his best friend, PiMi felt her ways of taking out her anger were getting more and more worrying. And he couldn’t take the side of someone who might’ve hurt his father’s feelings, even if that someone was his own kin.

“I…I’m sorry, Kazoo. I just can’t.” He whispered. “Take care of yourself. And Cheeto.”

Kazoo huffed, looking at her brother who couldn’t meet her eye. “Suit yourself. I hope I’ll see you again.”

And with that, she and Cheeto continued on, while PiMi watched, knowing he was powerless to change her mind.

…

…It felt like hours had passed before PiMi finally entered their home. The cold had become too much for their fur to keep out, and the sun had finally disappeared from the sky. His childhood home, once full of laughter and memories, felt… empty. None of the lamps or the fireplace had been lit, but PiMi held a small candle to a few lamps, adding a small bit of light to the home.
It was easy to find his father. Bough sat in the living room, having not moved since Kazoo left. And he looked awful.
It was as if he'd aged 20 years in one night. His cream-white fur looked wiry and uncared for, and Bough’s entire posture looked like he’d just… given up. There was no light left in his eyes.

“Oh, dad…” PiMi whispered, kneeling down and wrapping his father in a hug.

And Bough began to cry.

It was just a few sniffles at first, but soon Bough was sobbing into his son’s shoulder, utterly distraught. PiMi had never seen him cry before… The rumor was that the last time Bough shed a tear was when he and Kazoo hatched. But thinking about Kazoo hurt right now, and so PiMi just focused on comforting his dad… and beginning to cry himself.

It took a while, but eventually they both stopped crying… or rather, ran out of energy for it. They both sat there for a while longer, before PiMi urged his father to sit on the couch, as they lit the fire and grabbed a cup of water for each of them. They both sat on the couch silently, letting the fire heat them up. After a while, Bough finally spoke.

“PiMi… Am I a bad father?” He asked, voice hoarse from crying. It wasn’t meant to be a manipulative question, rather a genuine query.

“What? No, of course not. I couldn’t have asked for a better dad. By the depths, what’d Kazoo say to you that made you think that?” Said PiMi, appalled.

“I’m not mad at her. She’s my daughter, no matter what. But I’m worried.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to the question, but it told PiMi everything he needed to know.

Silence fell on the two for a bit, before PiMi spoke up again.

“...I can see where she's coming from. Kind of.”

“So can I. I’m sorry for hiding so much from you two- It’s just- I clam up every time I want to discuss it. And I don’t want to burden you kids. I can tell you now, if… If you really want.”

“Dad, I want you to tell me when you’re ready. Don’t stress yourself anymore. Please.”

“Alright.”

The room grew quiet again, but the house didn’t feel cold anymore. And while everything in both of their lives had fallen apart overnight… They both knew that overtime, they’d heal. And…

“She’ll be back. I can feel she’ll be back.” PiMi said. It was a new feeling that radiated throughout his body- an almost magical sense, as if he’d finally tuned in to the magic that surrounded him, and everyone in the Aurora Isles.

And, even on the worst night of his life, that feeling brought him a sliver of comfort.

~~

Just watched the fnaf movie anyway ermmm have angst

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Description

Pink Milk had one hell of a week.
It had started regularly, of course. Most weeks followed a similar structure, that’s just how things were.
It soon got mucked up when he was invited to a party at the oldest dwelling on the island, Xitalli Manor. There was a murder almost as soon as the party began, and everyone in the house was considered a suspect.
Thus, poor PiMi had spent far too long cooped up in the old, probably haunted building. It wasn’t all bad, of course… There were plenty of outfits and old paintings to admire, and fancy foods galore! The whole murder thing was a rather large downside, but with the town mortician on the scene able to resurrect the victim, PiMi wasn’t all too worried in the end.

Nonetheless, he was still happy to get out of the place and get home. He had several stories of phantoms, red herrings and romance scandals to tell his father and sister.
It was as he headed up the path back to his home, the chill of the evening air staved off by his soft fur, that he crashed right into Kazoo.

“Aurgh! That hurt!” He yelled, expecting his sister to come up with some witty reply about how they should watch where they were going. Instead, Kazoo just looked at him, tears in her eyes. Cheeto was nestled in her downy, almost feather-like fur, and instead of complaining as the crub usually did, he made a sad noise.

Something was wrong.

“Kazoo…” He began, but she cut him off.

“I’m leaving. I’m… going to find out what dad’s been hiding from us. Come with me, please.” She begged. PiMi was her brother, through and through. No matter the petty quarrels they shared, they were each other's best friend. Which is why Kazoo was sure she could get her brother to follow her.

Instead, as he picked himself up off the ground, PiMi found themselves asking another question. “What.. What about dad? Is he alright?”

Kazoo felt anger and regret bubbling up in her chest again. “Who cares about him! I gave him a piece of my mind, that’s all! Cheeto’s following me on his own accord!”

“Kazoo… What did you say to him?”

“...” She shrunk backwards, unwilling to tell them.

“Kazoo.”

“URGH! You’re so DIFFICULT! Just come with me! It’s not that hard!”

PiMi weighed up his options. He, too, was curious about what had happened to his father before they hatched. Where had he gotten such awful scars…? And why was it that every time october rolled around he got very upset? It would be interesting to find out where his family had really come from. Did he have grandparents? Cousins? Did they look like him? It compelled him to almost want to go with Kazoo.
But then he thought about his father. His father who loved them more than anything in the world, who read to them when they were young, who always made time to play with them, even if he wasn’t up to it. His father, who encouraged him to be an artist, who patched up every scratch or cut, who brushed his hair and fur when they would get twigs caught in it.

His father who would do, and did, all the same things for Kazoo.

PiMi loved his sister, but her behaviour in recent months had put him off. He’d never been mad at her, just… disappointed. And though she was still his best friend, PiMi felt her ways of taking out her anger were getting more and more worrying. And he couldn’t take the side of someone who might’ve hurt his father’s feelings, even if that someone was his own kin.

“I…I’m sorry, Kazoo. I just can’t.” He whispered. “Take care of yourself. And Cheeto.”

Kazoo huffed, looking at her brother who couldn’t meet her eye. “Suit yourself. I hope I’ll see you again.”

And with that, she and Cheeto continued on, while PiMi watched, knowing he was powerless to change her mind.

…

…It felt like hours had passed before PiMi finally entered their home. The cold had become too much for their fur to keep out, and the sun had finally disappeared from the sky. His childhood home, once full of laughter and memories, felt… empty. None of the lamps or the fireplace had been lit, but PiMi held a small candle to a few lamps, adding a small bit of light to the home.
It was easy to find his father. Bough sat in the living room, having not moved since Kazoo left. And he looked awful.
It was as if he'd aged 20 years in one night. His cream-white fur looked wiry and uncared for, and Bough’s entire posture looked like he’d just… given up. There was no light left in his eyes.

“Oh, dad…” PiMi whispered, kneeling down and wrapping his father in a hug.

And Bough began to cry.

It was just a few sniffles at first, but soon Bough was sobbing into his son’s shoulder, utterly distraught. PiMi had never seen him cry before… The rumor was that the last time Bough shed a tear was when he and Kazoo hatched. But thinking about Kazoo hurt right now, and so PiMi just focused on comforting his dad… and beginning to cry himself.

It took a while, but eventually they both stopped crying… or rather, ran out of energy for it. They both sat there for a while longer, before PiMi urged his father to sit on the couch, as they lit the fire and grabbed a cup of water for each of them. They both sat on the couch silently, letting the fire heat them up. After a while, Bough finally spoke.

“PiMi… Am I a bad father?” He asked, voice hoarse from crying. It wasn’t meant to be a manipulative question, rather a genuine query.

“What? No, of course not. I couldn’t have asked for a better dad. By the depths, what’d Kazoo say to you that made you think that?” Said PiMi, appalled.

“I’m not mad at her. She’s my daughter, no matter what. But I’m worried.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to the question, but it told PiMi everything he needed to know.

Silence fell on the two for a bit, before PiMi spoke up again.

“...I can see where she's coming from. Kind of.”

“So can I. I’m sorry for hiding so much from you two- It’s just- I clam up every time I want to discuss it. And I don’t want to burden you kids. I can tell you now, if… If you really want.”

“Dad, I want you to tell me when you’re ready. Don’t stress yourself anymore. Please.”

“Alright.”

The room grew quiet again, but the house didn’t feel cold anymore. And while everything in both of their lives had fallen apart overnight… They both knew that overtime, they’d heal. And…

“She’ll be back. I can feel she’ll be back.” PiMi said. It was a new feeling that radiated throughout his body- an almost magical sense, as if he’d finally tuned in to the magic that surrounded him, and everyone in the Aurora Isles.

And, even on the worst night of his life, that feeling brought him a sliver of comfort.

~~

Just watched the fnaf movie anyway ermmm have angst

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