Dead_Mametchi
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I always start my days at work with a cup of coffee and the paper. Many of my co-workers asks me why I don't do that at the breakfast table, but I think it's much more nice to read it by the table in the kitchen.
People didn't come there before eleven, and today's special was beef bowl. I tied my pink apron (gift from grandma) behind my back and started peeling potatoes.
I don't have any kids. Like I said, I'm a shy tamagotchi. My girlfriend on Earth, a Mimiyoritchi named Becky, said that she would leave me if I wouldn't commit myself to her. She also said that I was a selfish idiot. I said that I didn't feel mature enough to mate. She was very beautiful, but I didn't feel like it anyway. So she left me, and I think she had kids with someone else. The matchmaker came twice, once with another Mametchi and the other time a Wooltchi. They were very beautiful too, but I was scared, and for all times later I cursed the people that let that lady have her universal key to all tamagotchi Earth units! My Keeper noticed, and she said 'No'. So when I left Earth, I swore that I wouldn't commit myself before I found Miss Jelly-belly, as Crash would say. He was not very solemn.
Suddenly, one of the other cooks came in. 'Roman, would you clean the tables, please? I'll take this.'
The tables were always a mess after the elderly had stopped there for muffins and coffee. I started stacking the dishes.
'Excuse me.' said someone, 'What is today's main course?'
I truned around, already talking. 'Today's speciality is beef bowl with mashed potatoes and elk beef shavings...' I looked at the young lady talking. It was a Memetchi, and even more slamming than any I have ever seen. She was a little bit dumpy, and that was ok. I remember Becky played sprint a lot, to keep her weight down. She was a little bit hysterical about weight matters, but I was not so wrapped up in that. Memetchi was still so sweet. Her cheeks were full and red, her eyes were gently make-uped and she wore a fine thin white summer dress with embroidered roses. I felt like a doofus, just started talking without even looking at her first, or even say, 'hi'. I tried my best not to spoil this even worse, and added: 'I... we also have freshly baked strawberry shortcakes, just in case you... I mean, anyone wants dessert. It's ummm... included.'
'Thanks,' she said. 'I think I'll go for the beef bowl,' she said, now looking into my eyes and blushing deeply, very typical for Memetchi's. I had wun self control back, and asked: 'Anything to drink?'
'Lemon soda, thank you.'
I came into the kitchen and placed a beef bowl on a tray. For some reason, I made sure the ice cubes were clear and whole.
She thanked me, and ate her meal slowly. I felt somewhat strange. I had a feeling inside that I couldn't explain. It seemed like the oldest waitress, Jenny, understood it. 'Hey, Danny boy,' she said. 'You're free to see but not touch.'
'I'm trying not to, mrs. Paparatchi,' I said sarcastically.
*
After work that day I walked home as usual. I stopped by a flowerbed to cleap up a soda bottle from the dirt. Wham!
Someone had run into me! I turned around, brushing dust off my t shirt and trying to see if anyone was hurt.
A little tamatchi sat on the grass, crying like she was going to die. I sat down and shook her a little. 'Hey, sweetheart! Hey, hey...'
The child sobbed and groaned, weeping and calling. 'Help!' I rubbed her little body. she was so cold! I embraced her and tried to praise her, but she was so crushed she didn't hear anything. 'There, there, sweetie,' I said. 'Don't worry.' I think my words calmed her down a little. I felt like I had missed something. 'Why are you all alone out here? They must be worried about you.'
She had dark little eyes with lashes full of tears. 'I left! I got sick!'
I realized what she said. 'You come from Earth?'
She sniffed. 'Yes. I'm so hungry! My Keeper didn't feed me at all!'
'OK, I understand.' But I didn't understand. My own Keeper never let me feel hunger or sickness. I smiled at her. 'Don't worry, little fella. I'll help you.'
I had to carry her all the way to school, where Crash was waiting for me. He greeted me. 'Hi there, Roman.... Who's that?'
I shrug. 'A little girl I found. She ran away from her Keeper.'
'What's her name?'
I shrug once again. The little tamatchi girl was sleeping with her thumb in her mouth, and something denied me to wake her up. 'I'll take her home.'
Crash raised his eyebrows. 'You can't do that! The King says that tamas that escapes their Keepers must be taken to the hospital.'
'But she's so little! She can't be older than a few months.'
Crash made pouty mouth and opened the door for me. 'She must be hungry.'
I blew the dust off my dad's old cradle, a present from my dad himself. He said: 'Having any little people soon?' I said no, but it was a sweet little gift. Crash found a little blanket and one of the pillows in the couch. 'What do toddlers eat, by the way?' He said. 'What did you eat when we were little?'
'Scones, I think. And mini puddings.'
The little one was awake a few hours later. She was not so sad anymore, after four scones and a pudding. Her name was Jewel, and she was four months old.
I found a few toys that I've bought. A ball, a magic shovel and cubes. My whole apartment was a mess! But she was not crying anymore.
Crash came in the door with two burgers, fries, and sodas. 'My treat,' he gruntled. 'How's the heartbreaker?'
'She's fine. She tried to eat some cubes, but now she's watching TamaTalk.'
Crash sat the food down on the lounge table. Jewel was immediately alert, and grabbed one of the burgers and ate in in one piece.
'EEEEWWWW!!!!' she yelled and shivered. She spat out food scraps around the room, tripped in my favourite orchids and spread dirt on the entire place.
'OK, Mom Theresa,' said Crash to me, 'So much for that hamburger.'
But now she had started crying again. 'I want pineapple! WAAAA!!!!' It was rather maddening. 'Oh my God!' shouted Crash. 'Somebody turn it off!'
'Hey. hey!' Said I, 'Quiet!'
The toddler calmed down. She looked at me with a new respect. 'Sorry.'
'It's OK,' I said. 'Time to sleep.'
After cleaning up, we sat down at my table. 'Is this why you didn't feel mature enough?'
I looked at Crash, with narrow eyes.
'Sorry,' he said quickly, 'Don't take it personal.'
I sighed. 'I don't. I'll give her to the hospital tomorrow.'
'Sounds like a good idea.'
Yes, of course it was a good idea! I thought. What could possibly happen?
End of chapter two
People didn't come there before eleven, and today's special was beef bowl. I tied my pink apron (gift from grandma) behind my back and started peeling potatoes.
I don't have any kids. Like I said, I'm a shy tamagotchi. My girlfriend on Earth, a Mimiyoritchi named Becky, said that she would leave me if I wouldn't commit myself to her. She also said that I was a selfish idiot. I said that I didn't feel mature enough to mate. She was very beautiful, but I didn't feel like it anyway. So she left me, and I think she had kids with someone else. The matchmaker came twice, once with another Mametchi and the other time a Wooltchi. They were very beautiful too, but I was scared, and for all times later I cursed the people that let that lady have her universal key to all tamagotchi Earth units! My Keeper noticed, and she said 'No'. So when I left Earth, I swore that I wouldn't commit myself before I found Miss Jelly-belly, as Crash would say. He was not very solemn.
Suddenly, one of the other cooks came in. 'Roman, would you clean the tables, please? I'll take this.'
The tables were always a mess after the elderly had stopped there for muffins and coffee. I started stacking the dishes.
'Excuse me.' said someone, 'What is today's main course?'
I truned around, already talking. 'Today's speciality is beef bowl with mashed potatoes and elk beef shavings...' I looked at the young lady talking. It was a Memetchi, and even more slamming than any I have ever seen. She was a little bit dumpy, and that was ok. I remember Becky played sprint a lot, to keep her weight down. She was a little bit hysterical about weight matters, but I was not so wrapped up in that. Memetchi was still so sweet. Her cheeks were full and red, her eyes were gently make-uped and she wore a fine thin white summer dress with embroidered roses. I felt like a doofus, just started talking without even looking at her first, or even say, 'hi'. I tried my best not to spoil this even worse, and added: 'I... we also have freshly baked strawberry shortcakes, just in case you... I mean, anyone wants dessert. It's ummm... included.'
'Thanks,' she said. 'I think I'll go for the beef bowl,' she said, now looking into my eyes and blushing deeply, very typical for Memetchi's. I had wun self control back, and asked: 'Anything to drink?'
'Lemon soda, thank you.'
I came into the kitchen and placed a beef bowl on a tray. For some reason, I made sure the ice cubes were clear and whole.
She thanked me, and ate her meal slowly. I felt somewhat strange. I had a feeling inside that I couldn't explain. It seemed like the oldest waitress, Jenny, understood it. 'Hey, Danny boy,' she said. 'You're free to see but not touch.'
'I'm trying not to, mrs. Paparatchi,' I said sarcastically.
*
After work that day I walked home as usual. I stopped by a flowerbed to cleap up a soda bottle from the dirt. Wham!
Someone had run into me! I turned around, brushing dust off my t shirt and trying to see if anyone was hurt.
A little tamatchi sat on the grass, crying like she was going to die. I sat down and shook her a little. 'Hey, sweetheart! Hey, hey...'
The child sobbed and groaned, weeping and calling. 'Help!' I rubbed her little body. she was so cold! I embraced her and tried to praise her, but she was so crushed she didn't hear anything. 'There, there, sweetie,' I said. 'Don't worry.' I think my words calmed her down a little. I felt like I had missed something. 'Why are you all alone out here? They must be worried about you.'
She had dark little eyes with lashes full of tears. 'I left! I got sick!'
I realized what she said. 'You come from Earth?'
She sniffed. 'Yes. I'm so hungry! My Keeper didn't feed me at all!'
'OK, I understand.' But I didn't understand. My own Keeper never let me feel hunger or sickness. I smiled at her. 'Don't worry, little fella. I'll help you.'
I had to carry her all the way to school, where Crash was waiting for me. He greeted me. 'Hi there, Roman.... Who's that?'
I shrug. 'A little girl I found. She ran away from her Keeper.'
'What's her name?'
I shrug once again. The little tamatchi girl was sleeping with her thumb in her mouth, and something denied me to wake her up. 'I'll take her home.'
Crash raised his eyebrows. 'You can't do that! The King says that tamas that escapes their Keepers must be taken to the hospital.'
'But she's so little! She can't be older than a few months.'
Crash made pouty mouth and opened the door for me. 'She must be hungry.'
I blew the dust off my dad's old cradle, a present from my dad himself. He said: 'Having any little people soon?' I said no, but it was a sweet little gift. Crash found a little blanket and one of the pillows in the couch. 'What do toddlers eat, by the way?' He said. 'What did you eat when we were little?'
'Scones, I think. And mini puddings.'
The little one was awake a few hours later. She was not so sad anymore, after four scones and a pudding. Her name was Jewel, and she was four months old.
I found a few toys that I've bought. A ball, a magic shovel and cubes. My whole apartment was a mess! But she was not crying anymore.
Crash came in the door with two burgers, fries, and sodas. 'My treat,' he gruntled. 'How's the heartbreaker?'
'She's fine. She tried to eat some cubes, but now she's watching TamaTalk.'
Crash sat the food down on the lounge table. Jewel was immediately alert, and grabbed one of the burgers and ate in in one piece.
'EEEEWWWW!!!!' she yelled and shivered. She spat out food scraps around the room, tripped in my favourite orchids and spread dirt on the entire place.
'OK, Mom Theresa,' said Crash to me, 'So much for that hamburger.'
But now she had started crying again. 'I want pineapple! WAAAA!!!!' It was rather maddening. 'Oh my God!' shouted Crash. 'Somebody turn it off!'
'Hey. hey!' Said I, 'Quiet!'
The toddler calmed down. She looked at me with a new respect. 'Sorry.'
'It's OK,' I said. 'Time to sleep.'
After cleaning up, we sat down at my table. 'Is this why you didn't feel mature enough?'
I looked at Crash, with narrow eyes.
'Sorry,' he said quickly, 'Don't take it personal.'
I sighed. 'I don't. I'll give her to the hospital tomorrow.'
'Sounds like a good idea.'
Yes, of course it was a good idea! I thought. What could possibly happen?
End of chapter two
