Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 01:38:16 No.66910953 Report

Quoted By: >>66911007 >>66911717 >>66912440

>>66910936
You gave us the Judee prom story, right?

I hope this isn't too greedy of a request, since you've already given us two parts, but I'd love to see a story about the aftermath. Could be set in the near or far future, your call.

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 02:50:05 No.66912440 Report

Quoted By: >>66912509 >>66912654 >>66912664 >>66912758

Fuck it
PART THREE BAYBEEE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
yoink
>>66910953

>Fang learned about the dance. Trish saw to that.
>And they were pissed.
>The next day, they demanded I come to their house.
>Never even made it to the front porch before they laid into me.
>Accused me of cheating on them. Called me every name under the fucking sun. Claws out, teeth bared.
>Normally I would've been miserable at such a sight.
>Not this time.
>I had reminded them THEY had chosen to not come to prom with me. I had went with Judee as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
>Not good enough.
>Fang said they were breaking up with me.
>If there's anything I still remember about them, it's the look in their eyes when I agreed with them.
>They didn't expect that.

>I'd be lying if I said the emotional whirlwind of the dance and the events surrounding it hadn't awakened some feelings for Judee.
>I think she probably felt the same way.
>And despite how much I would've loved to have reached out to her, maybe bridge the gap into something more...I didn't.
>It would've made what came next worse.

>I had spent so much time fawning after Fang that I didn't have the grades to make it to college. Military was the only option I had remaining once graduation came around.
>Judee had her own plans, of course. She wanted to make a career out of her puppeteering. Seed Street, kids programming like that.
>I pushed her to do so. She had the talent for it, she had the passion. Why shouldn't she reach for her dream?
>She was the one to hug me goodbye before I stepped on the bus to Basic. We might've exchanged numbers, had she had enough money to have her own smartphone.
>Instead, we watched one-another slip away.
>My path was going east, and Judee was headed west.
>Four years come and gone, and I haven't seen that Finnish weirdo since.

>Of course, that was until today.

cont.

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 03:05:05 No.66912758 Report

Quoted By: >>66913014

>>66912440
>My time in the service was up. I'm free now, and have no desire to extend my contract with Uncle Samosaurus.
>I'd be lying if I said it was horrific. Comms work isn't exactly the worst position in the world.
>Isn't like I was playing hopscotch with landmines in some sandbox halfway across the world.
>But now that I've the means to take my life back into my own hands, I'm not missing a beat.
>Free from the military. Free from my shithead father and mother. Got nowhere to go but where I want to be.

>Where else to go but Volcaldera?

>The city hadn't changed much since I left, all things considered.
>Some new buildings counterbalanced by some trashier streets.
>It's like I never went away.
>I began to reconnect slowly, reached out to old friends. Stella, Rosa, Heather, Wendy. Happy to say they're all doing good for themselves.
>Fuck, Wendy even finally got some medication. That was a shocker.
>They filled me in on some details about the rest of the circle.
>Reed's still around, narcotics has set him up with a living situation better than half the city.
>Trish is apprenticing with Saurian cosmetology. Hope it blows up in her fucking face.
>Naser headed off to medical school, Naomi leaped to a higher status partner.
>Fang's...Somewhere, spiraling deeper and deeper into themself. No one's really contacted them in awhile.
>Not my problem. They showed their true face during that shit back in high school. It's not my responsibility to try and fix them.

>All of that was great, more or less. None of it really compared to what Wendy mentioned to me during our initial reunion, though.
>Judee actually made it.
>She had been picked up by a children's media publisher located down near the Bluffs.

>A buddy from the Army knew a guy who knew a guy.
>Managed to set me up with a guest pass to the studio during one of their recording days.
>She doesn't know it, but I'm backstage with her crew, watching her.

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 03:16:58 No.66913014 Report

Quoted By: >>66913256

>>66912758
>I'm too far away to hear the hammy dialogue, but I've got a decent view of the set.
>It's a cartoonish recreation of a city street, not too different from something you'd see near Little Troodon. Just exaggerated and fluffed up.
>A bunch of colorful, shaggy monster-things are wobbling about the stage, mouths flopping open as they babble at each other.
>Half of them are being controlled by my old dancing partner.

>She's gotten a little taller. Nowhere near as titanically towering as her mother, and still a bit short compared to me now, but she's definitely gained a couple inches in height.
>One thing she has finally borrowed from her Mom is her body. She's filled out a little more since graduation.
>Her long, blonde hair has been done up in a braid dangling down her back. Presumably to keep it out of her eyes while she operates the puppets.
>Speaking of which, she's a fucking GOD at this stuff. Her hands and tail are like independent creatures, weaving and bobbing about with immense precision. It's no wonder she got hired.
>Her face is skewed in a little frown of concentration as she does her best to execute the desired movements to the tune of the director.
>But her eyes are alight with passion.
>She's happy.
>I'm happy for her.

>Every meeting on my little homecoming tour has made me feel good inside. Mushy in a nice way.
>But watching Judee having realized her potential, having reached her dream and owned it.
>It's making me feel warm.
>Feel something I haven't felt in a long time.

>Slow the fuck down. You haven't seen her in four years. Take it easy.
>Before I can wind myself back down to a less spergy level, there's a loud chime from a buzzer near the ceiling of the production set.
>Puppets are being lowered as puppeteers untangle themselves from beneath the stage, Judee among them. She gives a highfive to a triceratops that had been operating the other characters for the shoot.

>You're on now, Anon. Showtime.

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 03:29:17 No.66913256 Report

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>>66913014
>My buddy's friend of a friend, a balding dilophosaurus with obnoxious long frills, nudges my shoulder as the crew begin to settle down for the day.
>"You ready to go?"
>I give him a nod. "You know it. I appreciate it, Franky. Really."
>"No sweat, champ."
>He walks away from me and towards the set, bringing a claw to his muzzle as he lets out a loud whistle
>"Juds! You got a minute?"
>She peers over her shoulder at him, silently asking what he wanted with a distant tilt of her head.
>"You got a fan who wants to meet you!"
>Franky waves me over, and after a moment's hesitation I begin to approach, careful not to trip over any cables or wires for the set lighting as I navigate my towards him.
>Judee had been walking closer, face beaming as she responded. "Oh? I didn't realize we'd be doing kid tours today!
>"Where is...He..." Her voice trails off as she glances away from Franky, and up at me. Confusion's consumed her face, her brow furrowing. She was expecting a child.
>At a loss, her golden eyes search my face for a moment. I open my mouth to say something to her, but nerves I haven't felt for years suddenly well up, and my words freeze in my mouth.
>And then, her eyes go wide.

>"...Anon?"

>She just said my name.
>That's it.
>Why the fuck do I feel like I'm about to explode?
>I can't help but laugh anxiously. I nod towards her.
>"H-Hey, Judee. Been awhile."

>She takes a little step towards me. She hasn't blinked, like she's afraid I'll vanish if she looks away for a second.
>And then, suddenly, she rushes me.
>Judee flings her at me, jumping up to wrap her arms around my shoulders.
>"Olet palannut! Tulit takaisin?! Voi, Anon, missä olet ollut?!"
>She cries out in her native tongue in between manic, bewildered laughing, tail thrashing wildly.
>The sound's infectious. I cackle with her, wrapping my arms tight around her as I swing her in my arms. Partially from the momentum of her little charge, partially from how happy I am to finally see her.

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 03:42:11 No.66913516 Report

Quoted By: >>66913812

mfw new thread in the midst of greenin'
pain
>>66913256
>After a moment of feverish hugging, Judee squirms her way free, dropping back to her feet on the floor. She loudly gasps as she stares up at me, shaking her head.
>"You're so TALL! What in the world have they been feeding you over there?!"
>Chuckling, I grin down at her.
>"You've grown a bit too!...Well..."
>I put a hand above my head, and then lower it significantly to rest over hers. "Kinda."
>She scowls, but her eyes are playful. She snorts as she smacks my hand away.
>"You big brute," she scoffs, folding her arms as she stares up at me. "God, it's been years. What in the world are you doing here?"
>"I'm back! Army's let me go, honorably discharged. I'm getting set back up in Volcaldera."
>That makes her pause. Her eyes widen.
"...You're actually back? Not just visiting, you're--here now?"
>I nod softly. "Yeah. Back back. Not going anywhere."

>She doesn't respond. She just peers up at me. I can't bring myself to break the silence.
>Why the fuck is my heart pounding so much?

>Finally, she clears her throat, jerking her head over her shoulder for a moment. "I, uh, I gotta provide some feedback and get some prepwork in tomorrow, but...I'd love to talk more. Would you be alright to wait around for a little? It won't be longer than fifteen minutes, promise."
>I just give a dismissive wave. "Go on, get lost. I'll be ready for you when you're good."
>She jams a finger up at me as she turns to leave. "You better not go anywhere! I'll hunt you down!"
>"That a promise?!"
>She just laughs after I call out to her, moving off towards another part of the set. As she intermingles with some other members of the production crew, I can catch a few glances from the others being sent my way. No doubt they're wondering what the hell that was all about.
>Not wanting to be a distraction, I turn and head towards the front of the building. I give Franky my thanks and a firm handshake on my way out.

cont, end soon

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 03:54:34 No.66913812 Report

Quoted By: >>66913890 >>66914080

>>66913516
>She said she'd need fifteen minutes. It's barely ten before Judee practically sprints out the front door to find me.
>"There you are! Good, was afraid you slunk off to try and enlist again."
>I quirk a brow at her. "You're gonna hold that against me, aren't you?"
>She smacks a claw against my chest as she comes closer. "You know it! Absolutely rude of you, by the way, dipping out all these years to for the Army."
>I chuckle, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'll endeavor to make it up to you."
>She smirks. "Good." There's a pause, the expression fading slightly. Her tone's more hesitant as she speaks further. "...There are other responsibilities I have to deal with today. Would you want to walk me to my car, though?"
>I just smile and nod. "Lead the way."

>Realistically, the distance between the front door and the parking lot isn't that far. But we're taking it slow, milking it for every step.
>We fill each other in our lives since graduation.
>She's been with this company for two years now, and has a pretty mainstay position in one of their best programs.
>She still lives with Tarja, but has been using her income to drastically improve the livelihood of her and her aging mother. It's the first time in their lives they haven't been in poverty.
>Whenever I speak of my time in the Military, she looks up at me with a gaze of absolute, rapt attention.
>Eventually though, we come to a pause near her car. A little SUV, far modern than the junker I remember Tarja having back during prom.
>A silence settles over us again. She seems hesitant to meet my gaze for some reason, and...I can't help but share in that anxiety.

>"...So, you're here now. For good?"
>"For the foreseeable future, yeah."
>"Good! That's good," she nods slowly. Then she huffs. "I...Feel kind of bad, having to cut off our reunion like this."
>I just scoff, shaking my head. "Naah, you're busy and got stuff to do. Can't waste time on a hazbin like me, I get it."

cont, end next

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Anonymous Wed 26 Jun 2024 04:04:44 No.66914080 Report

Quoted By: >>66914174 >>66914206

>>66913812
>That makes her brow furrow. "All these years later, and you still speak so poorly about yourself."
>I shrug, deciding to tease her. "It's true! You're all big and puppet-famous now, and I'm just a nobody grunt."
>Judee rolls her eyes, irritation over my self-deprecation being broken by a snort-giggle. "'Puppet-famous.' God, you're...Still so you."
>Her expression lightens, and a little smile passes over her pale face. "I'm glad you haven't changed. I missed you, you know."
>"...Yeah, I missed you too, Judee."

>She's probably got someone now.
>Someone as pretty as her? There's no way she's single.
>You're going to make things awkward.
>You just met her again.
>Don't be fucking stupid, Anon.

>...Same mindset I had back when I asked her to the dance all those years ago.

>"--Hey, Judee?"
>She pauses, and then blushes as I reach over and gently take her claws in my hands. Her eyes are getting wider by the moment.
>"Would you wanna, I dunno--get lunch sometime soon? Catch up some more?"
>Her eyes keep searching mine, like she's looking for signs this is a joke.
>It takes a moment, but she smiles again. Warm. Wide.
>"Absolutely, Anon. I'd love that."
>Her fingers wrap around mine in return, squeezing my hands.

>This time, there's one thing I make sure of.
>A mistake I couldn't avoid four years ago.

>Before we part ways, I make sure to get her number this time.
>I'm not letting go of it.
>And God willing, I'm not gonna let go of her, either.

end