(Sure)

Garcello: “I’m lookin for someone. . .”

Sunday: Who?

(Gtg I’ll respond tomorrow)

(K bai)

(Bak)

(Im bak)

(Yay)

(K resume)

Garcello: “a kid- no, she probably isn’t a kid anymore- a girl, with a weird machine.”

Sunday: Specify the machine

*ya know when the beat drops in Valentine? Pretty much Calamine’s cry*

Calamine eats the food reluctantly

Sunday: Easy.

Calamine was a relatively easy baby.

Sunday: *Learns how to break the forth wall* Yeah. She is.

EEEY- i have to pay the fourth wall bill ya know-

Sunday: Better have good insurance lol

-_-;;;;;; f*ck you.

Calamine: *starts crying*

Sunday: Thanks alot for making the baby cry, Miss_Veemo. Thanks alot.

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

Oh look, i can’t hear you over the earthquake inducing cries of your daughter. . .w hoops. . .

Sunday: *Flips you off and then plays loud music*

Garcello: “my memory is foggy- but it has a green cylinder.”

Sunday: Uhhhhhh....

Garcello: *shrugs* “whatever. I’m sure I’ll find her eventually. Thanks anyway. . .”

He disappears

Sunday: Welp, i tried.

Calamine: *baby gurgle*

Sunday: Heh

Calamine: *cute*

Sunday: *Smiles*

Calamine: “goo- aaaaah- bllllp-“ *baby noises continue*

Sunday: ?

(YAAAAY- i have an oc- that cool beans?)

(Yee)

(Yaaaaaaaay- so you read the comment right? You cool with being Sunday?

(Sure.)

(Yay! Any ideas on how we start?

(I have one)
Sunday: *Walks into her garage* Hey Garage. Its been a while...

Garage: *existing*

Sunday: Heh.

*Calamine starts to cry *

(Calamine is my oc- she a baby rn tho)

Sunday: *Runs back to Calamine* Nonono... shhh.. dont cry...

“Weeeeeeeh!”

Sunday: *Consoles Calamine*

Calamine: “w-weeeeeh!”

She really only goes to sleep with music- the music that pisses off the neighbors.

Sunday: Ok... if its going to put you to sleep... *Sings loud music*

Calamine: *trying to learn how to talk, but has not gotten very far yet*

Sunday: Dont worry. You’ll learn soon!

Calamine: *hap9

Sunday:Yeah.

Calamine: *goes out like a light*

Sunday: Damn. That was fast..

Calamine: *asleep*

Sunday: *Walks to bed*

Calamine: *generally adorable*

Sunday: G’night. *Falls asleep*

Baby Calamine: *also sleep*

*Le next morning*
Sunday: *Gets up* MORNIN!

Calamine: *cries because she’s hungry*

Sunday: *Grabs food and feeds Calamine*

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

Sunday: Hmm... whats wrong?

There’s an odd- ghostly presence in the room. . .

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

Sunday: THANK YOU MRS HELPFUL

I AM NOT MARRIED

“WEEEEEEEEH!”

Sunday: Where is the ghost.... WAIT A MINUTE...

???: “tight bars, little man. . .”

Sunday: NO FUNKING WAY THO

“WEEEEEH!”

???: “oops- sorry-“

Sunday: Yeah. Its chill. Wait, I can revive you.