BlobSMP Daycare (A Y/N interactive FanFic) THE COMEBACK :)

Chapter 7

The Old lady takes you out into a dining  area next to the kitchen and sits you down at the small, wooden table. She then starts to explain blob language.

"It's more of a one-way language really", she says "it's not very common to speak it back since they already know how to understand English. All you really need to learn is how to understand their language."

"Alright so- how do I do that?" You ask.

"Well it's pretty simple actually since their vocabulary has consistent squeaks squeals chitters and the occasional growl."

"Growl?"

"Yes the noises do sound different if their in a mood." Miss Rita says. "But anyways-"

Once she had finished explaining, your head was swarming trying to input the new information. 

"Oh my, it's getting quite late isn't it?" She states and chuckles slightly. "Time sure does fly in old age doesn't it?"

"Oh- I guess it does" you say also a bit surprised at the time.

"Well I must be heading out now" you say getting up from the table. "I'll see you tomorrow Miss Rita."

"Yes, you too dear. And please do remember to try and pack your stuff, I'll give you as much time and help as needed."

"Thank you Miss Rita but you don't have to if not needed, well see you!"

She nods. "Goodbye and good afternoon."

You walk out of the room, crossing through the dinning hall into the foyer and out the doorway, taking your usual route home.

You start thinking. "No sleep tonight I guess, I don't have much stuff but it still won't be easy packing on my own..."

Reaching your apartment door, you pull out the keys and open it, yelping and jumping back  upon seeing your landlord staring right at you in the doorway.

"M-Mr. Rashuckle!" (When you got no name ideas) 

"Hello, Y/N"

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You gulp and ask nervously, already knowing the dreadful answer.

"You haven't paid your rent this month Y/N, and you know what happens next?"

"Please, Mr. Rashuckle! At least let me stay the night! I'll be packed and gone by tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow is a short time away, and I don't get paid any quicker, just because I don't want you begging at my heels I will let you stay for this ONE night." He says getting up in your face and holding up a finger. "If you aren't gone by then I'll evict you with a fee."

"I will sir!" You say quickly.

"I will be back by 6:30 am tomorrow  And i want to se the original contents of my apartment still there and you gone."

He then walks off past you and disappears around the corner stairwell.

Stepping into the apartment you let out the huge sigh of relief you've been holding back. Sinking a little against the door. You then look up and around the small apartment room, more like a hotel room minus the furnishments. The only things that were originally there when you first got there was a worn out sofa, a bookshelf desk, dresser and wardrobe, none of which matched the others. And old tv that you had to hit when it went to static, and a lumpy bed.

None of it making up for how much of a mess the place itself was, it was pretty obvious not a lot of time was spent there, from the uncleared desk and dresser tops to the stacks of old and crinkly newspapers in various piles around the room. The hamper was sagging down and overflowing with used clothes, making the wardrobe appear skeletal on the inside harvesting only a few dozen hangers and three price sod clothing still unworn inside.

You sigh and question how you've been living like this for a year and a half.

"Well- alright let's get to work then." You Mutter cracking your knuckles outward. (Something of which I cannot do)

Walking over to the newspaper stacks you start pulling them together on one side of the room and go get the trash bags, shoving all the papers in roughly. You fill up two and a half bags with the papers until it's all gone, then heave all three outside dragging them down to the recycling bin and dump it all in clapping your hands together. "A job well done." You think, then turn back and walk to your apartment again, which has not even been a third cleaned with the papers gone, for they had just revealed all the filthy apple cores and chip old, empty chip bags underneath, and even a old twinkles still only half eaten.

You sigh, "this is gonna be one LONG night isn't it" then you set back to work. Shoving various pieces of trash into the bags with the many Tripp's to the dumpster added throughout the night.

A sudden loud knocking noise jolts you awake immediately. Taking your head oof the desk in a  tired daze you snap out of it instantly at another loud knock on the door.

"Oh crap!" You think panicked as you swing your head around to look at your alarm clock trying to tell the time. 6:31 am it reads, it's numbers then changing to 6:32 am.

"No, nonononon NO!" You yell to yourself as you get up and tush to the door opening it.

Mr. Rashuckle is standing there, most unimpressed with your raggedy, unkempt appearance.

"Well we'll well, if it isn't Y/N. Still here I see? I did warn you didn't I?"

"I- I'm so sorry sir! I fell asleep and-" 

"Ah uh uh." He says wagging his finger at you. "I warned you yesterday Y/N, if you haven't forgotten, it's past 6:30 and you still aren't gone I'm afraid I'll have to evict you-"

"Now hold on a second" a soft, warm voice behind him says, making you both freeze and turn around to face the newcomer.

(Rushed again but got it out, thanks for reading, also just watched Cruella on Disney+ and it is by  far my favorite Disney movie now that's all see you later bye!)