"Try not to kill each other!" Strings said as he walked away leaving Starlight and Garble alone. They scowled at each other, neither of them letting up.
Garble and Starlight walked into the Sweet Shoppe still shooting dirty looks at each other. Garble mumbled, "Dang Strings, making me deal with this cun-"
"I can hear you," Starlight exclaimed. Garble mumbled again, but this time Starlight couldn't hear. She put her hand to her ear, "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Garble mumbled out, his face a scowl. " Nothing at all."
"Okay, seriously. What is your problem? You always act so angry with everyone and I have had enough of your shit!" Starlight was slamming her hand and her voice gained an aggressive tone. She stopped and caught herself. She drew back, a blush forming on her face. "Sorry! I'm above this."
"There it is," Garble exclaimed. He raised his hand and lowered it without effort. Starlight merely raised her eyebrow. "My problem with you," Garble explained.
Starlight scoffed, "And what might your problem with me be?"
"You're so full of yourself."
"Well, of course. My body is made up of it's own mass, so I must be full of myself."
Garble growled, "That just pisses me off even more! You come up with crap jokes to justify yourself. News flash: you live the same shit life as the rest of the non-high class, you aren't some super model, and at most your slightly above average in intelligence!"
"Yeah well, your just some little angsty teenager who so mad his own father left him because he didn't love his wife, or SON!" Starlight shouted at Garble. Both of them were in the other's face, but Garble reeled back with his face contorted in rage and sadness. Starlight's voice lowered to a whisper, "Garble... I'm so-"
"SHUT UP! LEAVE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE ANYMORE!" Garble started thrashing around as he vehemently yelled at Starlight. Starlight stood up with her eyes watering.
"I'm sorry..." Starlight whispered, but the other customers had left after they started yelling, so it was easily audible. Starlight put her hands on her face and ran away, sobbing. Garble's scowl was soon replaced by a frown and sobbing. He slammed face first into the table and shuddered. No one heard him cry, except the pink haired cashier at the sweet shoppe.
Pinkie took off her apron and hesitantly reached out to Garble, "Are you okay?"
"Well gee, do I look like I'm okay?" Garble sat up flailing his arms around. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice quivered.
Pinkie's arm retreated back to her stomach, "I'm sorry. You just seem like you need some cheering up."
"So? You don't know me. Why help me?"
Pinkie placed her hand back on his shoulder. "Well, I'm Pinkie Pie, cheering up people is what I do. Also, I can't leave someone alone if they look sad, it's just wrong."
Garble chuckled lightly, "You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope!" Pinkie Pie's blue eyes gleamed.
"Take a seat then. I need someone to release some steam with."
"Oki-doki-loki!" Garble's face fell as Pinkie uttered those words.
"Please tell me there aren't more..." Garble responded.
"Tons."
Garble slammed his face into the table again. "How bad."
"Well, if I put all of them on a piece of paper, I'd say they were tear-ible." Pinkie decided to make a motion of ripping a paper in half as she said this joke. Garble slowly lifted his face off the table and slammed face first yet again.
Pinkie laughed uncontrollably as he did this. She swore she saw a small smile appear on his face while faceplanting into the table. Nice! New friend: check. Now all I need is two more! "By the way, how did you get into Paybak?" Pinkie pondered.
"Oh. Well, I was a rowdy teenager about a year ago. I'm originally from the badlands out west, but I moved. I was in Trottingham around that time and my mother and I needed money. I was 16 and reckless, couldn't get a job, so I turned to petty theft and kept it secret from my mom. One day I tried to rob this local Deathcore group. They were called The Suppression of Aggression. The lead screamer caught me and they offered me a place in their band. I accepted and Starlight taught me to sing. As the year went on, we changed our name to Paybak and Strings retired his vocals and went back to Passion. That's what he calls his electric."
"Woah. That's cool. So Paybak was originally The Suppression of Aggression?"
"Yeah. You should've heard Strings' screams. That kind of stuff isn't human."
"Garble, are we friends?"
Garble hesitated for a second. "I guess? I'm still iffy when it comes to friendship and that bizz, but I guess so."
"That is all I needed to hear." Pinkie stood up.
"Where are you going?" Garble raised his eyebrow while speaking.
"I need to get back to work or the Cakes'll fire me." Pinkie put her apron back on.
"Yeah, it's for the best. I need to get-" Garble choked on his words and his eyes widened, "-I forgot about Starlight." He whispered. "I need to go and apologize. Bye Pinkie, but I need to go apologize!" Garble then ran out.
"Geez, and people tell me I'm always energetic. Right reader?" Pinkie said.
Seriously Pinkie! No fourth wall breaks!
"Sorry Mr. Author Man!"
...
Garble ran into the apartment in a frenzy, but was shocked at what he smelled. He stormed into Strings' room and shouted, " Seriously Strings! We agreed tha-" Before him was Starlight and Strings sitting in bean bag chairs with slightly red eyes. Starlight was sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm just so sooooorrry!" Starlight yelled out.
Strings noticed Garble. Strings' voice slurred slightly, "Heeey, maaan. Whaaaz up? You here for lightweight?" Strings pointed at Starlight. Garble sighed and left the room, closing the door behind him. In the living room Gilda had just come in with Lightning Dust.
"You up for video games, Dust?" Garble said.
"That bad, huh?" Lightning Dust said as she turned on the system. She grabbed her light teal controller. Gilda decided she was too sleepy to play and walked to her room.
"No. Worse." Garble grabbed his red controller and sat down next to Lightning Dust, ready to accept this slaughter he was about to receive.