You guys asked for it. Kind of. Not really. Shut up and take this. XD

This oneshot is a continuation of "Okay" from all those months back - it was previously a Skytato that ended very badly for poor Tyler. But there was one thing that Tyler found solace in...

BTW MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HOLIDAYS, GUYS!

Title: Okay (Part Two)

Pairing: BroPillow (MunchingBrotato (not universe) x Pillow)

Jokingly Suggested By: MrPeanutWaffles, CasDoesDean (love the username), liekdatgurl300, neon_nyan_cat1, and EmotionalNeko on Wattpad

Song: um I was listening to "Drop Pop Candy," the, uh, the Sans and Papyrus Parody. And then I listened to a Game Grumps episode in the background. XD

Genre: i have literally no idea

Warnings: I may need sleep

Word Count: 1,167

Tyler's POV

It won't stop hurting. I hate it. I want it to stop. I'm so tired of missing him - I shouldn't miss him! He broke me, he shouldn't deserve to be missed!

I choke back a sob as I hug my pillow closer to my chest. So why do I miss him so much?

I take in a shuddering breath, sniffling quietly and silently wondering what I could have done differently. Could I have said or done something to change his mind on that sparkling, horrible night when he told me? "Adam, I love you. Adam, I need you. Adam, you're everything to me. Adam, you're the only one for me."

"I was with you up 'till that last one," says a deep voice, and I squeak and tumble off my bed. "Oh, oh, geez, man, calm down a bit. You okay? That looked rough."

"Oh, Notch, who's there?" I ask in embarrassment, pushing my pillow up against the head of the bed and moving towards the door.

"Woah, Tyler! Just a minute ago you were hugging the feathers out of me, and now you're just pushing me away like it's nothing?"

"Hugging the- pushing a- what." I spin around as everything clicks, and my eyes land on my poor, tear-soaked pillow. "Um."

"Haha, that's what I said the first time you picked me up. But it's cool, it's cool."

"Oh my Notch, who's pranking me? Where's the camera, what's playing the sound? Is there a walkie-talkie thing in the pillow sleeve?" I ask while frantically feeling all over my pillow.

"Hey, buddy, slow down, you're just now paying attention to me after years of neglect. I'm not willing to move this fast," the 'pillow' says, and I fall off my bed again.

"Wow, no, okay, seriously, what's going on?" I ask, using my fall as an opportunity to check around underneath the bed. "Come on, what's up?"

"The Sky, but I suppose you don't want to talk about him."

I wince. "Now you're just being cruel, Mister PrankMaster."

"That isn't my name, never has been, never will be. The name's Pillow."

"Oh my Notch."

"I know, you don't meet many with a name like mine. Mom liked to be creative." I can almost hear the corresponding eye roll. Can pillows roll their eyes? Uh. I really shouldn't care. This is concerning.

"If I throw you out the window, will you shut up? Or is the voice thingy hidden somewhere on the bed?" I ask, completely unamused as I cross my arms stubbornly and glare at the 'talking' pillow. "I'm really not feeling up to whatever crap you're playing at."

"I'm not playing at anything, Tyler. I just wanna help you. I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier when you needed me; I, uh, I fell asleep. You're really comfortable, sorry," the pillow replies. Oh, why not? Might as well play along.

"Such lovely timing, Pillow. Wait, I'm comfortable? You're the actual pillow here!"

"But that doesn't mean humans aren't soft."

"I'm done with this conversation," I breathe, standing up again and heading toward my bedroom door. "Please die or go away before I return."

"Tyler, wait," Pillow begs, sounding desperate. I freeze, and the door stays half-open. "Please, I... Sorry, I'm just a little bitter after being ignored for so long. I'll stop being rude or quippy or whatever, I promise! Just come back to bed. You can keep crying if you want; it's healthy! You shouldn't bottle things up."

"Oh, I'm pretty far from 'bottling things up,'" I scoff, blowing out a tired breath. "But I am in need of more sleep. Are you... Are you just gonna keep randomly talking? Wait, hold on, how can you legitimately speak?"

"I've always been able to speak - I'm sort of a special snowflake, I guess," Pillow chuckles. "My mother was so proud. But then... Then she was bought. And, worse than that, she was bought by a terrible family with three teenage girls... We knew she was done for. She knew she was done for. It took a while to get over it. But you buying me, being here with me every night... It brought me great comfort, Tyler, so... Thank you."

Well, if I'm going in, I'm going all in. Might as well continue the conversation with my pillow.

I close the door and plop back down on the bed. "You're welcome, I think. Sorry about your mom. Why didn't you speak earlier - like, way earlier?"

"My owner has to be emotionally attached to me for me to speak to them. At first, it was the owner of the mall - he took a liking to me, but he freaked out and put me on sale when I first spoke to him. It was a hard time for me..."

"Oh, my Notch, I'm emotionally attached to my pillow."

"Woah! No! Just 'cause you're my owner doesn't mean I'm your pillow! I ain't nobody's pillow!"

"Nope, I'm out," I mutter, throwing my hands up and running out of the room. Before I can leave, however, my eyes widen because I have got an idea. "Say, it's almost Christmas... Wow, it's almost Christmas. But, uh... Which kind of wrapping paper do you prefer? Snowflakes or reindeer?"

"Ooh, snowflakes! They remind me of feathers."

I nod, giggling quietly. "Cool! I'll be right back."

☼☼☼

"Dear Adam,

"Merry Christmas. I know you probably won't get me anything, considering how easily you dumped me - sorry. That's not what this note is for.

"I want to wish you a merry Christmas despite how you hurt me, Adam - I loved you. I still love you. I don't know how long this love for you will keep me very near emotionally paralyzed, but I know that I won't ever be able to hate you, even after I've 'gotten over you' and somehow managed to move on. I know that I want you to have fun this Christmas - to make happy memories with the person or people of your choice. Even if I'm not that person, not one of those people.

"So, yeah. Merry Christmas, Adam. I know this seems like a weird gift, but it's so much more than it seems, let me tell you. I hope this last gift from me to you will help you in some way - I hope it will be there for you when you're hurt, when you're sad, when the love of your life leaves you standing in the cold on your front porch because even though you both had fun that night, something had happened that you weren't aware of and the love of your life had decided they didn't want you anymore.

"Ah, sorry. Got off track. I hope you enjoy this gift - remember, it's okay to cry to it. It's okay to get, uh... emotionally attached.

"Treat this gift well, Adam. It is more than what meets the eye.

"Merry Christmas, again.

"With love (unfortunately),

"Tyler Christie."