#AvAM WDHC Melted Marshmallows

[sammy8d257]

Watered Down Hot Chocolate - an AvA/M series

created by Sammy8D257

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Purple's Childhood Hot Coco Recipe

Ingredients:

- 2 tablespoons baking cocoa

- 1 1/2 tablespoon sugar

- 1 cup milk

- 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract (Optional)

Directions:

1. In a microwave safe mug, combine the cocoa and sugar.

2. Slowly mix in the milk until the cocoa and sugar dissolve.

3. Microwave the entire thing on high for one minute or until hot.

(Optional) 4. Stir in vanilla extract to your flavor liking

NOTE: If you don't have milk, water works just fine.

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A.K.A.

A collection of stories exploring Purple's past, present, and potential future in a world of colorful stick figures, kings, games and more.

[Note: Hello! Sammy8D here! This is the Masterpost for my "Watered Down Hot Chocolate" series where I will be cataloging and organizing all the comics and fanfics I make for this series! Canon Compliant until proven otherwise. I hope you enjoy it!]

[LINK TO #AvAM WDHC]

[Ao3 LINK]

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AvAM WDHC: Melted Marshmallows

A collection of supplementary materials and side stories that are connected to the main stories but are not required to read to enjoy the WDHC series.

[LINK TO #AVAM WDHC MM]

[Ao3 LINK]

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Last Updated: Oct. 9, 2023

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Any general AvA Headcanons also apply to this AU! You can find my headcanons here ->

[LINK TO #AvA Headcanon]

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- Learned Behavior

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1.7k words

Summary: Growing up, Purple learned many things. Like how to cook, how to clean, and how to block a punch to the head so you don’t get a concussion. All valuable skills in their own humble opinion. Though, the most important lesson Purple ever learned was that they weren’t good enough.

[Tumblr Post Link] || [Ao3 Link]

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- In the Week that Follows

Status: Chapters 1/9 complete

Word Count: ??

Summary: When King woke up to a pile of neatly folded blankets and pillows but no purple stick figure in sight, he tried not to feel disappointed. It made sense. Of course Purple wouldn't want anything to do with him. Aside from the week they spent preparing to capture those desktop stick figures, they were practically strangers. More than that, Purple was a stranger that King nearly killed because of his own blind anger. One hug wasn't going to change getting disintegrated.

Yes, King decided with a sigh. Purple would be better off staying away.

Two hours later, the doorbell rang and King looked out the peephole to see Purple carrying a tote bag full of cleaning supplies.

A.k.a. King and Purple spend the week after AvM 30, cleaning King’s house.

[COVER + Chapters] || [Ao3]

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Melted Marshmallows:

- Excerpt from The Differences of Created and Natural Parenthood: Examining the effects of parental origin on child rearing

An excerpt from a fake academic study looking at the effects of being a created stick and a born/natural stick has on raising a child.

-Bed - AvA Sticktober Day 9

How King's bed ends up outside his room. (This takes place a few months after Gold gets disintegrated into Minecraft.)

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MORE TO COME!

[sammy8d257]

Saved Messages - AvA Sticktober 2024 Day 17

Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate: A Melted Marshmallows Side Story

Word Count: 2123

CW: Angst & Hurt No Comfort, Swearing, Parental Sickness (Purple's Mom), Character Death (Purple's Mom), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Summary:

You have 17 saved messages To listen to your messages, press 1 To send a message, press 2 To change your personal options, press 4 To disconnect, press * - [1]

[AvA STICKTOBER 2024 LIST]

[Ao3 ver.]

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(LMAO- FINALLY POSTING THIS 2 WEEKS PAST THE END OF STICKTOBER, in my defense, I got busy and my attention was captivated by minecraft smp RP, RIP o7

I will preface this with a warning, this ficlet can get a little intense with the angst so take note of the CWs and take care of yourself! 💜)

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You have 17 saved messages

To listen to your messages, press 1

To send a message, press 2

To change your personal options, press 4

To disconnect, press *

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First Saved Message

Sent: March 2004

From: My Flower 🌸

"Hi baby! Hee-hee, I know you're just across the room but a certain someone is veeeeery excited about the new phones and wants to leave a very special message to test out the voicemail system."

[sounds of rustling]

"… okay now make sure to hold the phone like this- And speak clearly into here-"

"Hi papa! I have a super duper secret message to tell yah!"

[a pause before sounds of running feet across the floor]

"Wah-?! Purple my phon-"

 [a door slam]

"Mama hid the cookies on the top shelf!And I love you so much!! You're the best papa in the world!!"

[the sounds of shuffling and the door opening]

"There you are my little sprout. May I have my phone back please?"

[giggling]

"Thank you Purple. How about we go see if your papa gets your message. And yes Blue, I can still see you laughing even if you hide behind the door frame. So here's my message! I love you my dear."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Second Saved Message

Sent: March 2004

From: My Flower 🌸

"Hello my love, do you think you could do me a huge favor and pick Purple up from school today? The ladies at the boutique are running a lot later than expected and I'm afraid I'll be holed up here for another hour."

[a muffled greeting can be heard]

"Oh hello Jewel, it's always a pleasure to see you today! If you give me one moment, I'm just finishing up a message for my husband!"

[a muffled affirmation]

"Thank you darling, I'll be with you in one moment!

Ah, duty calls! I have to go but oh! Before I forget, remind me to have our discussion later tonight. You know I'm not as knowledgeable when it comes to the whole stick figure fighting scene and if you're so keen on Purple to learning, I'd like to get more details."

[the sound of a doorbell alert rings]

"Oh hello! Welcome!

… I have to go, I love you Blue, see you and our little sprout at home!"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Third Saved Message

Sent: August 2011

From: Orchid

"..."

[a sigh]

"Listen, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to talk to right now but whether you want to talk to me or our lawyers, we still need to discuss this."

"My lawyer stated that there are two routes we can take for this. Either we get fully divorced or we can do a legal separation. It is at the behest of my lawyer that we come to a decision soon and I'm inclined to agree."

"..." 

"If you don't want to talk to me, then fine. Get your lawyer to talk to mine. I just… I just don't want to drag this out any longer than it needs to be."

[another sigh]

[mumbled] "... shit I need to check on Purple again…"

"Goodbye Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fourth Saved Message

Sent: June 2013

From: Orchid

"... Hi Papa. It's been a bit. 

I uh, mama let me have her phone to play the tetris game and I clicked on the wrong thing, by accident! But it was the place with all the names and numbers and I found your name and it's been so long and I thought…

I turn 14 in a month. I think maybe, if you want, you could com-"

"Purple? Little sprout who are you talking to?"

"No one mama! I was-"

"May I have my phone back?"

"Yeah hold on let me just-"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fifth Saved Message

Sent: June 2013

From: Orchid

"Don't talk to Purple." 

"Do you hear me? Don't you ever talk to them again." 

"We don't need you."

"I'm giving Purple a phone for their birthday and when I do, I will text you their number."

"Block them."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Sixth Saved Message

Sent: July 2013

From: [BLOCKED NUMBER]

"Hi Papa! It's Purple. Mama gave me a phone for my birthday."

"I got your number from Mama's phone so now we can talk again! Ah, or you know, whenever you have time."

"..."

"Mama got mad at me for calling you last month. She's still upset about you and I-"

"..."

"I don't know how I feel. It's my fault. I should have been better. I know I messed up. I just…"

"Uh! Eh, I apologize. I shouldn't worry you with that stuff. I hope you're doing well! I tried texting you but the message said it didn't deliver? I'll have to ask Mama if I messed something up again."

"But I'll call you again soon! Or maybe text? Uh, we'll see!"

"Umm… bye!"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Seventh Saved Message

Sent: May 2015

From: [BLOCKED NUMBER]

"Pap-uh… I mean, uh… Dad. Sorry. I'm sorry. I-"

[Three deep breaths]

"I'm sorry for calling you. I know you don't want me to. No one ever does but I don't know who else to call and I just-"

[another breath cut off by a short distressed whine]

"Mama she's- fuck, sorry I'm sorry. Mama is, we're, we're at the hospital. She collapsed and and and-"

"I'm scared. Dad, Papa, I'm scared. I don't-"

[A grunt followed by a hiss of pain]

[muffled] "Get a hold of yourself!"

[A deep breath]

"The nurse said to call someone in case Mama needs to stay overnight and I know you don't like me but- !"

[the sound of door opening]

[muffled] "Are you Ms. Orchid's child?"

"Yes, yes! Is she-?"

"Your mother is okay. The doctor is coming soon to look her over and she requested you to be present in the room for it."

"Okay okay, thank you, thank you. Let me just-"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Eighth Saved Message

Sent: May 2015

From: Orchid

"Why did you call me?"

"No actually better question, how did you know I was in the hospital? I swear to Cursors Blue if you talked to Purple I am going to-"

[frustrated sigh]

"Look, it doesn't matter all right? I'm…"

"Well, it's nothing that concerns you anymore."

"If you really want to talk, call me in 5 hours. Purple will be in bed by then."

"Goodbye."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Ninth Saved Message

Sent: February 2017

From: Purple

"Hello sir."

"I apologize, I probably caught you at a bad time but before you close this message completely, please hear me out."

[a pause and a sharp intake]

"I need you to increase the amount of alimony you send per month. Not by a lot! I got a part time job recently so that should help a lot with the problem but I'm still concerned."

"..."

"Mama she… Orchid's treatments aren't working. Well they're not making things worse but she's not getting better either. We've been fine up until now with paying for medical stuff but there's a new treatment that I want her to try but it's a little more expensive. I just worry…"

"All I'm asking is at max an additional 5% of what you're already paying monthly. And I know how much that is because I do the taxes now."

"... Please. I just want her to be okay."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Tenth Saved Message

Sent: February 2017

From: The Man 🕶️

"Hey hey hey, Big Shot! Wasn't expecting a call from Mr. 'Killer Cobalt' himself on my day off. Sorry I missed yah the first time, you know how busy a man can get."

"But regardless! I listened to your message and I'll see what we can do about getting you that increase in pay. Gotta talk with the bigwigs. In the meantime, if you really are in need of more dough, your best bet is to find some additional gigs to fight at. I might be able to sign you up for a tournament if you want?"

"Eh, we'll hash out the details later, preferably tomorrow. You know what they say, 'All work and no play makes Granite a very dull boy'.

Heheh, alright catch you later Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Eleventh Saved Message

Sent: March 2017

From: Purple

"Thank you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Twelfth Saved Message

Sent: March 2018

From: Orchid

[a muffled steady beeping]

"..."

"You know, despite it being months, no years of this happening to me, I still can't believe this is it."

[a shaky chuckle]

"I was hoping for you to be in the middle of a match to call you just so I didn't have to have this conversation in person. But now that I'm here, I wish I could hear your voice again."

"I wish I could hear you say you love me again… It's pathetic…"

[a wet laugh]

"Heartbreak. That's what I was diagnosed with. Heartbreak that developed into an actual heart condition because of my animation origins. Can you fucking believe that? All of this because I came from a drama animation."

"I don't know why I never told you… That's a lie, I know why. My pride. My pride didn't let me. I didn't want to believe you leaving had any effect on me. I didn't want to believe anything was wrong. I wanted to believe without you, everything could just go back to normal."

[a sob bit back with a laugh]

"Instead, I messed everything up. We failed them. I failed them. I failed Purple. I kept it all hidden until it was too late. What parent has their child to look after them like this? They just turned 18 a few months ago. They're still so young. And now I'm never going to see them grow-"

[sobbing]

"It's not fair. To any of us. I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish you weren't such an asshole. I wish you didn't leave. I wish we never met. I wish I didn't still…"

"..."

"Goodbye Blue. I wish I didn't miss you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Thirteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: Purple

[sobbing]

"FUCK FUCK- BLUE- DAD- PAPA PLEASE"

"SHE'S DYING! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

I KNOW YOU HATE ME! I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE!

SHE'S DYING

IF YOU CARED ABOUT HER, IF YOU EVER CARED AT ALL, YOU'D BE HERE-

YOU CAN HELP HER

I CAN'T- SHE'S-

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I DON'T WANT HER TO DIE

MAMA-

[sobbing and a thump]

Mama… 

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fourteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: Purple

"Fuck you. FUCK YOU"

"I hope you rot in hell. I hope there isn't a day where you don't regret your fucking actions and I hope you suffer for it."

"I hate you. I hate that you did this. I hate that you aren't here. I hate that I wasn't enough. I hate this. I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU-"

[sounds of sobbing, a frustrated scream and then loud crash]

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fifteenth Saved Message 

Sent: April 2018

From: 

"Thank you for calling Obelisk Funeral Services, I'm calling to confirm that full payment for the funeral of Orchid Grove has been handled by one, Blue "Killer Cobalt" Stick Figure, instead of the previously listed Purple Grove Stick Figure. All parties will be informed once the transaction goes through. A list of details will be emailed to all acting parties. If you have any questions, please call the call back number at the end of this message.

Obelisk Funeral Services appreciates your time, thank you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Sixteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: The Man 🕶️

"Hey Big Man, I got your message."

"Yeah, I get it yah know. A death in the family is always rough. Don't worry about nothin'. Take as many days off as you need."

"Heh, Cursors know it's been a minute for you."

"Just keep me updated on a time frame and we'll be right as rain."

"Take it easy buddy."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Seventeenth Saved Message

Sent: May 2018

From: Purple

"..."

"Thank you for paying for the funeral. I didn't see you there but…"

"I saw the flowers you put on her grave. They're lovely."

"..."

"I've made a decision. I'm leaving. The house and its belongings are yours to do as you want. Store it or sell it. It doesn't matter."

"I'm going to a place where you won't be able to find me. Do not try. I do not want to be found."

"..."

"If you care… just know I will be safe."

"Goodbye Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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End of Messages;

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To send a message press 2

To change your personal options press 4

To disconnect press *

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[sammy8d257]

A Thursday Afternoon - An AvA/M fic

Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate: A Melted Marshmallows Side Story But can also be read on its own

Word Count: 755

CW: Parental Arguing

Summary: A Thursday afternoon in the Grove household during the Blackfire Attacks.

(I wrote half of this before AvA 11 came out, then the episode premiered and I went insane and finished it in 3 hours)

[Ao3 Ver.]

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[... -ank you for listening to 96.8 The Point, your one-stop station for everything radio… ] 

Your family's portable radio sits on your kitchen counter. It's light blue in color and its long silver antenna is pointed towards an open window leading to the backyard. 

[... From music to news to weather, we provide it all for your listening pleasure. I'm your host, Turquoise Grandeur, here to talk about the latest Interweb news… ] 

You blink slowly, your eyes slightly burning from how long you've been staring at its dials. The radio is on today. You usually don't mind because the music the station plays is fun to listen to while you do your homework. But today… 

[...Our top story is the recent attacks that have been happening to various websites across the world wide web…]

You stare down at the worksheet in front of you. It's an equations page that your teacher assigned to your class. 

Only half the page is completed and the rest you stare at, your pencil taps lightly on the corner of the page.

[... Most notably, the Yahoo! home page as well as various forums have been targeted, leaving widespread panic and destruction in the aftermath…]

You don't want to do this but you have to. You get to go somewhere fun when it's done.

"-really, Blue? Purple has been looking forward to this all week! We promised we'd take them!"

You sigh. Your parents are in the other room but you can just barely hear them from your seat at the table. The radio isn't loud enough today.

"Orchid you can't be serious. Look at what's going on right now! Do you honestly believe going to a popular and crowded place is what we should be doing? I know you listen to the news just as much as I do!"

"Oh please, I'm not ignorant!"

[... Witnesses have coined the phrase "Blackfire Attacks" for these attacks, citing the heavy presence of fire and black smoke in each case…]

You scratch a doodle of a bird into the bottom right page corner. You wonder if birds sound different at an amusement park.

"With the way you're acting you could have fooled me!"

"Excuse me?! How dare you! I am not going to just stand here and be name-called just because I want to make sure our child can still enjoy life!"

[... The attackers have still yet to be identified but eyewitness testimonies cite glimpses of 2 hollow head stick figures, one black and one bright red, on scene…]

You add a tree for the bird to perch on. You wonder how many fries they steal.

"They can enjoy life when the possibility of all of our lives aren't being threatened!"

"You're unbelievable!"

"I don't even know why you're so mad at me! If anything, I should be mad that you're restricting our training hours!"

[... The motives behind these attacks have not been identified but the safety council advises folks to avoid popular sites ports for the time being… ]

Moments later and your dad storms into the kitchen. He's muttering something you can't make out under his breath. Your mom trails in after him. Her face is furrowed in displeasure, her mouth a hard line. 

You stare at them.

They don't notice you. 

[... If you have any information regarding the Blackfire attacks, please report it to your local-]

Your dad grabs the radio, moves it to the open window sill and exits out the backyard door.

Your mom sighs, turns, and startles when she meets your gaze.

"Little Sprout! Have you been here the whole time?"

You nod and look down at your worksheet.

Your mom says a word you're not allowed to say yet and walks up behind you. 

She gently places her arms around you in a hug.

"I'm sorry Purple, I don't think we'll be able to go to that 'Cool Math Games' amusement park this weekend. It's just… not safe at the moment. But I promise we'll all go together when it's better, alright?"

You feel

mad, hollow, sad, upset, frustrated, 

disappointed.

Your finger traces the bird you drew. Your mom is still waiting for an answer.

"Okay."

She squeezes you again and then backs away further into the kitchen.

Outside a light blue radio is playing, its music barely covering up the sounds of your dad training.

Inside the stove top exhaust fans turn on, your mom starts humming a tune.

Here at the table, you stare down at your equations sheet.

It's only halfway complete.

You'll finish it tomorrow.

[sammy8d257]

Likes - AvA Sticktober 2024 Day 2

Part of the AvA/M Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series: A Melted Marshmallow Side Story

Written by Sammy8D257

Word Count: 700 CW: Little self-deprecating from Purple (Just like, Purple's view on things is a little wonky because of course it is, and it drives their course of action, so just be aware of that)

Summary: Purple likes things. They like things a lot. You could even call it one of their defining traits. They like hanging out with their friends, they like cooking with King. They like shiny things and they like flying.

Purple likes things. But there is something that they like the most.

[AvA STICKTOBER 2024 LIST]

[Ao3 Ver.]

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Purple likes things. They like things a lot. You could even call it one of their defining traits. 

They like their friends. They like how fun it is to hang out with them. They like how passionate Red is, how adventurous Green is, how clever Yellow is, how savvy Blue is, and how huggable Orange is. They like their house and they like their desktop. They even like Mr. Becker a little bit too.

They like living with King. They like being his roommate and being able to share a space with him. They like his kitchen and they like filling the fridge with leftovers that they can eat later.

They like objects. They like powerful objects and they like things to show off with. But they also like small, weird objects. They like how King jokingly referred to it as "bird behavior" when a small pile of shiny stones and pretty trinkets started appearing by the door. He grumbled about it, calling it a tripping hazard but he hasn't removed it yet, so Purple thinks King likes it too. 

Liking things is easy for Purple. They've always been greedy. And who could blame them? There are just so many things to like in this world. But despite all that, there is one thing that Purple likes the most.

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The bubbling of the pot in front of them almost masked the shuffle of footsteps on the wooden floor. Purple didn't need to turn around to know who had just entered the kitchen. So they kept stirring the spaghetti sauce as the sounds of King's arrival came to a quiet stop.

"Hey, I got your message and uh- Holy cursors, Purple did you make all this food?"

Purple nodded sharply, cutting a glance to the countertops full of various dishes and desserts. They turned their attention back to the sauce and lifted the spoon to their mouth to taste. It was good.

A sigh from behind and the scrap of the chair informed them that King had sat down at the table. With a hum, Purple turned the stove burner off and carefully placed the pot on a corkboard on the counter. Next to it were two plates of noodles that Purple quickly layered the marinara sauce onto with their spoon. 

Without a flourish, the plates of spaghetti were picked up and placed gently on the kitchen table, one in front of King and one on the opposite side where they would sit. King tracked their movements, tired eyes searching for things that Purple wasn't going to let him find. They sat down at their spot and picked up their fork, eyeing King until he mimicked their movements.

An air of unease surrounded the kitchen as Purple continued to stare at King and King shifted his gaze to the food on the table. Finally, the orange stick figure lifted his fork and Purple couldn't help but lean in closer. That is until King abruptly stopped and met their eyes.

"Purple, I'm-" King gripped his fork tighter. "I know I've been a little out of it these past few days and I, I know you've been having a bad week too. So I'm sorry I haven't really been here but if you need anything from me, you let me know alright?"

There was in fact something that Purple needed from King. 

"Taste the food." 

Purple looked at the stick figure expectantly and to his credit, King didn't react to their blunt command. Instead the fork relaxed in his grip and he swirled a bit of spaghetti into his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes widened and Purple preened. The tension from before almost disappeared completely.

"Do you like it?"

King swallowed and grinned at them. 

"Like it? I love it! Purple, this is amazing!"

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Yes, Purple likes things. They like a lot of things. From friends to cooking to objects, they like them so much. But the thing that they like the most is nothing that can be held or seen. Because the thing they like the most is;

"You did such a good job on this Purple! Now come on, this food isn't going to eat itself!"

Something to be earned.

[sammy8d257]

Bed - AvA Sticktober Day 9

Part of the AvAM Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series:

A Melted Marshmallow side story

Written by Sammy8D257

Word Count: 890

CW: None, although King is going through it rn

Summary: How King's bed ends up outside his room.

(This takes place a few months after Gold gets disintegrated into Minecraft.)

[AVA STICKTOBER 2023 LIST]

[Ao3 Version]

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It's not until he sees it out in the main room, that King realizes what he's done.

If he thinks hard enough, he can see the thought process leading up to this decision.

It starts like this.

King had just sold his couch. It was an old thing, well worn through years of use, but it was still soft and incredibly comfortable. He got a pretty penny off of it too.

So he sold it. He needed the money. Books and supplies and gathered pieces of metal weren't going to buy themselves. And he wasn't going to dip into the fund he saved for his kid's future. 

(Not yet. Doing so felt like betrayal. Or acceptance. Either way, it was not something he was willing to deal with. He wasn't that desperate. Not yet.)

So he sold the couch. It felt like the most logical next step. 

He didn't really need it. He spent most of his time on his feet, hunched over his desk or walking around the increasingly cluttered room. The only time he'd even use it was when one too many nights of sleep were skipped and he'd end up face first into its cushions. He never means to land there, his room being his goal but sleep is sleep, so who is he to complain when he finally gets it.

(Doesn't matter that he wakes up feeling worse than before. Doesn't matter that his shoulders ache and his head pounds. Doesn't matter that a voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him to stop, to actually get some rest, to eat, to grieve. Doesn't matter, because he has work to do.)

So he sells it. And the stick who comes to pick it up thankfully does not comment on the state of the rest of his house. They're young, younger than him but older than they would have been. They look like they have their whole life ahead of them.

They smile at him, thank him for the couch, and with the help of two friends, carry it out the door. King almost feels bad for overcharging them. But he needs the money and really, it's their own fault for buying it without considering the price tag. Oh well, he hopes they enjoy it.

So the couch is sold. What was once there, now stands a plain wall.

He won't admit it bothers him. Like an itch that persists at the back of his mind. It's one more thing gone from his life but that doesn't make sense. It was just a couch.

Life continues on as normal until another bout of sleepless nights hits and instead of soft cushions, his face meets hard wooden floors.

He sleeps there anyways, too tired to complain. Until morning comes and he wakes up stiff as the floor beneath him and he vows to never do that again.

He does it two more times in the coming weeks.

On the third time, he manages to catch himself on the wall. Through the haze of exhaustion his mind comes up with a solution for his problem.

He wouldn't need to sleep on the floor if he had his bed out here.

And with a sudden burst of manic energy, he stumbles into the hallway. Blindly reaching towards his door and ignoring the one situated right next to his.

King had always been strong, blessed by his original game creator with the power to rule a kingdom, so it's no issue as he lifts and pulls and drags his bed from the middle of his room out into the hall.

Why he didn't just go to sleep in the bed itself is a question that crosses his mind in the future, but that is of no concern to him at the moment. 

He loses pillows and blankets along the way, and he's pretty sure his door has scraps etched into its frame, but he finally gets it into the main room.

With one final shove, his bed is against the wall.

And King grins, nods his head as if satisfied with his work, and then promptly passes out next to the bed. 

He wakes up the next day with a killer headache and an empty stomach, so it takes him until lunch to realize his bed is now outside his bedroom and is situated where his couch used to be.

It takes him a minute to process the change. He glances into the hallway to see the carnage of bedding left in his sleep deprived mania. He cringes and reluctantly picks up the pieces and deposits them back on his bed. 

In all honesty, he doesn't know why he did this but it would be too much of a hassle to put it back and he is much too busy to find the time to do it. So the bed stays in its new spot up against the wall.

It isn't until another round of sleepless nights hits and King wakes up on his mattress feeling marginally better than he did before, that he decides this was one of the best decisions he made in a while. One problem solved.

And then he doesn't think about it anymore. 

Not until a certain purple stick figure comes barreling into his life with a large pink tote bag in hand.

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