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Pet Fish

I was staring at my pet fish tonight. The tank is tucked into the corner of the kitchen beside the dinner table, and if your next to it you have to get out of your chair carefully to not risk hitting the tank. I, thankfully, had never hit it with the back of my seat. Not that it matters anymore, the fish is dying. He has been resting at the bottom of the tank for the last few days, getting up to move time to time but always sinking back down. Right now he is resting on the edge of a spot where the colorful gravel has been pushed aside. A fake palm tree used to sit there until my family removed it in fear of him getting stuck. That happened a lot when we first got the fish, there was five of them in that big tank. The first three died just weeks into having them and we theorized that the other fish had actually killed them. So for the longest time we had only two fish: Dave, & Other fish. That was 8 years ago by now, I was a kid back then and we were not the most creative with names. Dave and Other fish were big, shiny silver fish that were almost as tall as they were long and got dark black accents as they aged. I say big in relative size to the fish, Dave and Other were only slightly bigger than an oreo cookie. We expected the two of them to die but, even having been in someone else's tank for a few months before ours, they somehow lived. Through all 8 years and countless power outages these fish miraculously survived. Dave died though, just under a year ago. We gave the title of Dave to Other fish after that, and life continued. Or, I did. I think some of my family was a little too sad. And now, my family is sad again. Dave is staring into the spot where the gravel is missing. The floor underneath is reflective because of either its material or a trick of the light, and it is like he is kissing another fish if you look at it from an angle. He used to try and attack his reflection when we put him into the tank but finally stopped after a while. I have to wonder, did he realize it was a reflection, or did he come to terms to the odd, mystical fish that always mimicked his movements and choose to ignored it? Does he see the reflection there, at the bottom of the tank, as another fish? If it wasn't for the movement of his gills and the random flicks of his tail to keep upright you might have written him off as dead. He did move though, he would get up from the floor and swim up and around, before going back to the open spot on the reflective surface. He has to see something in there, it is a conscious choice to go back and sit at its edge after all. Does he miss Dave, the original one? Does he regret attacking the rest of the fish and leaving the two of them alone? Can a fish understand regret? I look at Dave. His eye is no longer trained on the reflective spot but up, towards me. "Hello." I say- Or more so whisper under my breath. He doesn't understand me, of course. A fish can make a correlation between the top of their tank being opened every day meaning that food is coming, but how long would it need to live to understand language? Is correlating action to food instinct, or intelligence? Is instinct not just the base of intelligence that every creature builds up from? The fish is back to staring into the reflective spot on the ground, almost falling over again as he flaps his fins to right himself. Is it bad to not give a living creature attention? Not that he received none, he was fed regularly by my family and his tank was usually clean. But, am I wrong for not caring about this animal as much as them? The most I do for this fish is look at it and say 'have a good night' before going to bed. This fish, who has outlived our dog, outlived perhaps thousands of other fish across the world, who has outlived children across the world.. Is that an accomplishment? "I'm sorry," I say again "For not giving you a real name." The fish stares at himself, floating in his tank, tucked into the corner of the kitchen. I hope he knows I always thought of him when getting up from the chair.

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I spoke aloud the price and hovered my finger over the ‘card’ option, willing it to be how he pays. It in reality did not work, as he flipped open his wallet and began counting out bills. I winced as I entered the amount and hesitantly pressed enter. The register flung open, some red crust breaking off I hadn't noticed was even on it, and was extremely relieved to have seen there was money inside. I paid his exact change and waved him off, absentmindedly telling him to have a nice night as I went to grab my cleaning supplies. He did not leave though, in fact he opened his wallet once again and laid another bill on the counter “It has been so long since this register was open.” He smiled at me “I do want to shop here again sometime. Hope I was no inconvenience.” I tried to refuse the money but he had already walked away with his creaking cart of meat. It was a whole hundred dollars he left there, I sat dumbfounded looking at it. You know the stupid thing? It wasn't the twenty or so knives he bought, or the old timey grinder, or the bag that looked like straight out of a horror film. No, it was the tip he left me that made my brain think something was up with that old geezer. I just sat there for however long it took for K to come back and yell at me for not getting any work done on the register. I thankfully had enough wits to shove the money away before she saw it, I don't even know if Walmart accepts tips but I know I certainly do. I spent the rest of the shift trying to clean the already drying crusty red stain on the belt, going over in my head the perfect way I'd tell K how I quit and do some big dramatic, but formal, display of it. But maybe, I thought, not yet. Not before trying to work on register 13 just one more shift.

(Hey Hat here third and last time thats the story, I wanted to post this all on halloween but I got a little sidetracked so here it is. I am gonna be putting more stuff like this on here in the future so if you like this uh stalk outside my window and watch me or something idk bye)

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You can't exactly scan anymore items when the machine is asking for a service plan so I let my own eyes wander, and I see what was waiting behind the grinder: The deli meat I had seen earlier. Except it wasn't just deli meat, it was whole steaks and sausages and slabs of pork. And beyond all those piles of meat, was a single brown paper bag, the bottom dark with some liquid that was slowly leaking onto the conveyor belt. I don't know why but I felt, weird about it. I linked it to the idea that the liquid was going to make the bag tear easily, but that still didn't feel like that was it. The man finally decided on getting the service plan, which cost a ridiculous amount for a hand crank grinder, and I began to scan the meat. Most of it was soggy by now, I don't think I took that long getting to it? Maybe the old man just wandered around with it in his cart forever. I glanced back at him and nearly jumped, his head practically leaning over the register as he stared at the meat. He must have taken notice because he stepped back, though didn't stop looking at his soggy purchases. I made some conversation to cut the tension, trying to start with a “So, have a lot of mouths to feed, eh?” only to be met with “Oh I just like to save it up.”. I wanted to continue but the only words I could think of were ‘You eat all this!?’, so I dropped the chatter. Can I tell you how annoying it is to scan meat products? They are always in some small bag you have to open, or the barcode is wet and wont read, or sometimes it's none of those and the machine just doesn't accept the item despite nothing being wrong. This grievance came to my mind when the paper bag finally reached me. I picked up the scanner and with an annoyed glare at the bag went to open it. I had barely any time to notice the man was over the register again. I did notice, though, his slimy hand firmly grab mine as I opened the package. I could feel his bone through his thin skin and, and his skin.. It was like leather left in the rain. His gray eyes looked through me the same way as when he looked at his deli. It pains me to admit I, indeed, did yelp a little at this otherwise out-of-line customer behavior. Not wanting to be gripped anymore I did the first thing to pop in my head and let go of the red stained bag, and thankfully he unclenched his hand from mine upon doing so. He smiled, and in the same charming old voice he spoke with earlier said “My apologies, I did not want the bag to rip. I hope I was not inconveniencing you.” I smiled, wiping my arm on my uniform behind my back “Of course sir.” I say. He turns the bag around and plastered to the back of it is a barcode sticker. I examined it for a moment, the bottom of it was wet with the red that was now making a whole puddle on the conveyor which I simply knew I was going to have to clean again. It looked like a real enough barcode, though I'd never seen the deli use a brown bag for any of the meat, not that I really cared if this guy was trying to sneak some expensive meat out with a lower price, I only cared that he wasn't going to be staring at me any longer. To my surprise the barcode worked, and it wasn't listed as cheap either. Three hundred and something dollars for something that seemed the size of a burger patty, not that I had the chance to see it but it had that weighty-feel when I had moved the bag. Actually in all the man had spent well over seven hundred dollars on everything, still not the biggest sale I had though, you would not believe how much some people buy by themselves.

(Hey Hat again did you know I still dont know how to get around the big old word limit anyways hope your nights going well look for the third part somewhere)

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Clean Up On 13

Horror stories eh? I've got something for you, happened a while back on a night much like this one. So I used to work at Walmart you know, had it's ups and downs but it made ends meet. Before you ask this isn't some tale of 'THE HORRORS OF MINIMUM WAGE', it's a little, different. To understand the scene you should know I am often the only cashier open from about 7pm all the way to 11, which is when the store closes. I'm not entirely alone, theres always two people down at self checkout next to register 1 and one person at the customer service desk, who is usually the supervisor. Our story starts at 10pm in the dead of night, and me being bored as hell with no customers in sight. I'm sitting at register 5 which is right across from the service desk, lost in my own thoughts when the supervisor comes over. Let's call her Miss K. K tells me to clean the registers, she always wants us up and moving to keep us busy, so I just grab the cleaning supplies and get moving. Then she says "Make sure to get register 13 too." And walks off. Firstly, I hadn't even remembered we had a register 13. Secondly, I haven't ever seen someone working at it or seen the aisle light one once in the time I've worked there. This might be because , unlike every other register, 13 is separated from all the rest by a giant wall of ‘As Seen On TV’ merchandise, cutting it off from all the rest. I thought for a moment that maybe it was used only when I wasn't on shift, but the layers of dust and crusty red-brown stains dried on the conveyor disproved my theorem immediately. Wasting no time I get to cleaning, getting lost in my mind thinking up perfect arguments where I always win and reply in witty ways, grumbling when I have to scrape the stains off the belt. I was in the middle of one such argument against my late middle school bully when I heard the rickety wheels of a cart turn into the lane. I look up from my work and see the figure of an old man in a gray suit, white hair poking from under a similarly gray hat. Before I can politely tell him I'm closed he points to the register light above me asking in a kindly voice "Are you open? I hope I'm not inconveniencing you." I look up and clear as day, the light is on. I glance back down to the man who's gripping his cart, patiently awaiting an answer and just respond with a “I was just keeping busy, there's no problem.”. Yes, with the full customer service smile and everything. I took a passing look at what he’s buying, it looked like some deli stuff and a lot of kitchen equipment. Not filling the whole cart but it was certainly not a quick transaction so I started preparing bags while he was putting stuff on the conveyor belt, which I thankfully had finished cleaning. In hindsight this was incredibly stupid, no not because of a creepy guy buying meat and knives but more so I had NO idea if there was any money in this dusty register or not. I only thought of this probability after he had loaded every knife and tool, including a large meat press thing, onto the belt. I tried to look to the service desk to see if I could get K to help but was unsuprised to see she had not returned there. So I just scan barcodes, hoping this man wouldn't pay with cash. He didn't seem to mind my nervous expression. Actually I don't think he looked at me at all since asking the question, only keeping his eyes locked onto the box slowly moving down the conveyor. I finally got to the box, it was actually some meat grinder thing, the kind you clamp to a table with the crank. I think the only thing that put me off was why wasn't he buying some electric one. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud beep from the register, asking for a customer service plan. I pointed to the screen on the old mans side, and his eyes finally relented from the belt to the screen. He scratched his chin in thought, debating on whether to get the plan or not.

(Hey Hat here this is fictional and only very loosely based on actual happenings. I don't know how to link posts together and this story is long so Ill just do a second post of the second half of the story OOooooOo)

Yo thats pretty sick

Here it is! After years of development, Super Lesbian Animal RPG is releasing NEXT MONTH! December 2022! For now, enjoy the trailer! You can add it to your wishlist on Steam, or add it to a collection on itch.io.

About the game:

Melody Amaranth is a kindhearted but meek transgender fox from the small town of Greenridge. Recently, she made two important realizations about herself. One: she's deeply in love with her adventurous best friend, Allison Goleta. (The feeling was mutual.) And two: if Allison has her heart set on becoming an adventurer, then maybe Melody could join her. As a healer. It all seemed perfect. And then things got weird. Super Lesbian Animal RPG is a classic-inspired turn-based roleplaying game about love, anxiety, and fighting funny looking monsters in dungeons. It follows the stories of Melody, Allison, and their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of their journey, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their hometown. They'll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and piss off the local librarian. But that should go without saying.

More info can be found at the game's site, slarpg.com

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