Sunday
We see me and Kris chilling in a park, when suddenly, a thing appears.

Bob: what are you?

Kris:... umm... Kris... and that's Simone... who... what are you...?

Bob: Bob.

Kris:... o... o-ok...?

Bob I'm going to sing at you!

Kris: oh ok!

That was weird.

Flourish (sunshine)—

Somehow, Kris lost that one.

Bob: get rekt scrub.

We stand there for a second.

Simone:... congratulations on winning?

Bob: I know.

Simone: u-um. Good...

Bob: I want you touch you.

God fucking damn it.

I sigh, sitting on a rock.

Simone: fine.

The blob thing came up to me and jumped on my lap. He created a second hand and started rubbing my cheeks... err. Not THOSE cheeks, I mean like, my face. Weird... felt kinda nice. One hand pulls my hat off and gently put it down next to me. He rubs and scratches my head... I... couldn't help myself... it felt so good, I started softly painting. It was an odd feeling, but, it felt good. After a while Time reset... yeah... it was kinda weird.

Flourish (sunshine(take 2))—

Bob: bruh

Kris: that was fun!

Bob: you kinda look like, umm. Like a uhhhh, ummmm, like uhhhhh, ummmm uhhhh ummmm, uhhhh...

Kris: this guy kinda looks like Dream.

Bob: bitch.

Sundown (wither)—

Kris fails again, falling over.

Bob: L

Simone; congratulations!

Bob: I'm gonna touch you now.

Simone: ok.

I sat down. The blob went behind me this time. That's when I get worried. I feel him pulling my shirt up, and I felt like I knew what was happening. I took off my shirt, and he unbuckled my bra, putting it to the side too and letting my nipples get exposed to the cool breeze. I close my eyes, bracing for my buttons to get played with. Shortly after my bra hit the ground, I moan.

Simone: oooh yes!

But, my boobs were untouched. The pair of poorly drawn hands rub my shoulders. I melt onto my stomach as I feel him dig into my shoulders and back, drooling a bit. I hadn't realized how tense I was. I lay there for a while, and enjoy the massage. Before I knew it though, time reset.

Sundown (wither(take 2))—

Kris: 2-0!

Bob: grrr

I thought for a second. I remember last time with Whitty, and when I originally let things keep going.

Simone: Maybe we should leave it at that and do this again some other time...?

Bob looks at me, his gaze almost piercing my soul.

Kris: eh. If you say so-

Bob: no.

Kris: huh?

The light coming through the trees vanishes, and all of the environment turned black and white.

Bob: again.

Heck(run)—

Bob threw insane amounts of notes at Kris, and he collapsed almost instantly. Bob stares at me, and I instantly shoved my hands in front of my pussy, expecting him to rip my clothes off and wiggle inside of me. But, he just stood there.

Bob:... I was made like this...

Simone:... what...?

Bob: I was created to oppose what everyone wants. I always go by majority... if everyone on planet earth wants to eat chocolate, I have an unquenchable craving for vanilla... that's how I was made... luckily, I can form my own individual opinions and stuff, but, the cravings and needs still enter my mind...

He looks at me.

Bob:... what do people think of you, then...?

I look at him for a second.

Simone:... m-most people just want to h-have sex with me, or, fondle me...

Bob:...

He looks at Kris.

Bob: and him...?

Simone: he means well... but... whenever he looses... I need to keep the opponent distracted so... I...

Bob: I see...

He turns around, looking at the trees.

Bob:... if you ever need a friend... someone who sees you for you... I hope one day, I won't be one of the only ones...

Simone:... thank you.

Time reset. This time, there was no song. No bob. Nothing. Kris seemed as happy as ever, and I never really felt the same.