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“...okie…??…umm…??…umm…??…you can-a open-a your eyes now…??…” Fabby sounds extremely shy right now. Hmm.
?? Dee was right…maybe Fabby…I mean “Fabiana”...??…isn’t so bad after all…we both love the same things…Although I don’t approve of her trying to snatch MY MAN, Witty, away from lil’ ol’ may…??… ?? Faith’s mind about Fabby appears to finally be coming around, just as her eyes begin to open…one….two…three…??…
“So? ??” Fabby’s sensitive, sweet, oh-so-gentle, Italian girl heart is on the edge of its seat.
“...??…” Faith’s sensitive, sweet, oh-so-gentle, country girl heart, on the other hand, is-
-is on the edge of turning around and leaving this GODDAMN ROOM and this GODDAMN STORE!!!
- ?? Why does Fabby have a Royal-Four-Ces! game board? ??
- ?? Why does Fabby have knowledge about a game that only three people in the whole town of Peachmane are supposed to know even exists? ?? Faith + Papa + Dee = no room for Italian girls!!! ?? The math don’t lie, sugah!!! ??
- ?? How long has THIS ITALIAN GIRL known about my super, super, TOP SECRET game!?!? ??
- I will nevah eat pasta again! ?? No pizza! ?? No tiramisu! ?? HMPH! ??
“...umm…??…umm…??…” Fabby’s sensitive, sweet, oh-so-gentle, Italian girl heart senses that something is wrong with this intended-to-be wholesome and friendly atmosphere. “The game board-a, I mean the ‘War Grid’, is setup-a correctly? ???? I followed-a the guide no problem~????”
“Yew set up MY GAME BOARD perfectly fine…??…too perfectly fine if yew ask may, which yew CLEARLY DIDN’T…??…”
“...umm…??…umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??….umm…??…” Fabby’s sensitive, sweet, oh-so-gentle, Italian girl heart is under cardiac arrest. “I don’t-a understand? ??”
“That’s-a right, yew-a don’t! ??” Faith seized the opportunity to mock Fabby’s accent.
“...??…” Fabby gulps. “I w-a-n-t-e-d to p-l-a-y with y-o-u…??” She did her best to keep her accent all the way off.
“Do yew need lil’ ol’ may to teach you how? ??”
“...??…I don’t-a t-h-i-n-k so? ?? I did-a…umm…I d-i-d my b-e-s-t to read through your rule book…”
“The rule book that Dee gave you? ??”
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“...yes…??…”
“The ONLY rule book that I have? ??” Faith now has a clear picture as to why her Royal-Four-Ces! Expert Guide! has been poofing in and out of different parts of her sacred bedroom lately. Yep. It’s all coming together.
“I didn’t-a know anything about-a that…??…I promise!”
“Yew don’t need to promise! ?? You CAN’T POSSIBLY KNOW anything cuz yer just the ‘confused’ and ‘innocent’ FOREIGN girl! ??”
“...????…” Fabby’s humble scheme and humble heart are broken, yet she wishes to salvage the shambles of this hopeless situation. “If-if I spoke-a English better, then would you play with-a me? ??” *sniffle*
“Dunno…??…I’m a busy, busy girl ??…”
“...??…are you gonna get-a mad at your brother?”
“Not yer business…??…”
“Please don’t! He was-a so delicate and so sweet-a when-a trying his best to show how to play your game and put it all together…??…”
“True…??…MY GAME…yew get one point…??…”
“Little Dee thought-a you wanted-a to play with other people besides him and your-a papa…??…”
“Yew looooose a point…??…I don’t need yer pity or yer charity…??…”
“No, no, no! It’s not like-a that! I really, really wanna play. I love games, too. ?? I can-a tell you worked hard on it…??…”
“Correct, I, lil’ ol’ may, BY MYSELF, worked MY ASS OFF on it…??…up one point…buuuuuuuuuuut…just cuz yew wanna butter me up ’bout a game yew STOLE we’re friends now? ??…yew lose a point…??…welcome back to zero town, sugah ??…”
“It’s-a not just the game…??…we both love cute manga and cute girls too, and I love how you draw-a cute girls…??…”
“...????…”
“...this-a one is your favorite, right? ????” Fabby hands something over to Faith...
…*silence*...
“...??…” The sweetie Fabby has noticed how abruptly quiet it is now, the exact moment she handed the art over.
“...” Faith remains totally silent.
Fabby remains totally a sweetie. “...umm…??…you know…umm…??…my Mama and I could use more help-a with our shop…??…decorating things…you know…??…I was gonna ask-a if you wanted to maybe draw some posters for-”
Faith explodes into a rage with the sassiness of ten bitches plus two! ??
How dare Fabby lay her pizza-grubbing hands all over her PROTOTYPE and SOLE copy of this most PRECIOUS ART that she spent countless days and nights, days and nights doodling, sketching, scrapping, doodling, sketching, scrapping!?!? ????
What is Fabby’s agenda? Steal my game (like Belle ??)? Steal my art (like Brooke ??)? Steal my future husband, Witty (like Brandy Sue ??)? ??????
Faith issues Fabby a clear as crystal and stern warning to STAY AWAY from her game! STAY AWAY from her art! And, with no room for misunderstanding, STAY AWAY FROM WITTY!!!
…just kidding ??...none of that happened ??…
What you just read was what Faith “wanted” to do (and what she should have done if she wasn’t such a big ass baby). All she did was puff up her cheeks, pout, and kept shoving the art in Fabby’s face—all with zero spoken tangible dialogue besides pouting noises.
You see, the intention was that Faith expected Fabby to understand 100% everything she was already feeling before and after everything forever without needing to communicate a single vowel. It’s a country girl thing. Or something.
“...uh…??…” Fabby is at a loss on how to deal with this international crisis. However, she doesn’t need to think about it long-
-because Faith lets out a single whimpering, “...you...??…” and high tails it outta the room.
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What is the superior country?