Emo Enby Human Elmo - Ch. 2

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The long-awaited Ch. 2 is here! And it's very disappointing. Here you go. *smacks onto table* Numb to reality, Elmo grumbled as the alarm clock's shrill tones brought him back to life. And then, as if the alarm blaring into their ears wasn't enough, a high-pitched voice began slinging greetings while banging onto Elmo's door. Elmo quickly threw the easiest clothes to put on that they could find, and opened the door before it was busted down. "Hiii!" Elmo had suddenly realized. Elmo had made a mistake. Abby hummed a happy tune as she skipped through Elmo's doorway. Elmo was regretting their life decisions. Abby giggled as she spoke in a loud, annoying, high-pitched voice. "Soo! How've you been? I heard you-" Abby was cut off by Elmo slapping their hand around Abby's mouth angrily. Elmo facepalmed, forced a smile, and in a happy voice, they spoke. "What can I get for you?" Abby grinned. "How about... A story on how you've been! Being an unsuccessful man and all must be hard." Abby posed and giggled. Elmo gulped. Abby didn't know yet, about Elmo being non-binary. How would they tell her? Elmo decided that they would just ignore it for as long as they could. *I wonder...* Elmo thought to themself, but mid-thought, Abby interrupted in her high-pitched voice. "Elllmmmooo!" "Hellloooo?" "I'm Talking to you, y'know!" Abby waved her dollar-store wand around. Elmo looked at the cheap stick Abby was flailing around. With a disgusted look on their face, Elmo sighed and began to speak. "It's been..." They paused. "It's been great!" Elmo said with a cheery expression on their face. Abby smirked. "Oh?" Abby pulled out a stick of gum and spoke with her mouth-full. "Do you got a..." Abby began with an annoying look on her face. "A ladyfriend?" Elmo let out an exasperated sigh. "Yep," Elmo said, with a happy-go-lucky grin on their face. Abby's eyes widened. "Reeeally?" ... "Who is she!?" Elmo tried to speak but continued to get interrupted by a flurry of questions. 'What?', 'Who?', and 'When?' were all Elmo could make out. In case you didn't realize, Elmo was lying. So now they'd have to make up this mystery dream girl. Elmo's voice escalated. "CALM DOWN!" Elmo shouted at the top of his lungs. Abby stopped ambushing them with questions for a split second and listened intently for Elmo's response. "Well." Elmo began, quickly searching their mind for any way to describe the made-up feminine figure. "Her name is... Hm... Oh! Her name is Cooki!" Elmo said, slightly frowning at the unconvincing name they'd thought up. "Cooki, huh?" "Sounds sweet," Abby said, winking. Elmo winced. "And uh, we met by..." Elmo racked their brain. "We met on a romantic singles cruise... And she brought a cookie... to my doorstep. We hit It off instantly." At this point, Elmo would rather go to Bert and Ernie's improv cross-country tour than be here talking to Abby about a made-up girlfriend. Abby sniffled. "Sooo... Romantic!" Elmo was regretting ever opening the door. Elmo was seriously contemplating running away. "Heeey..." Abby began, with a suspicious look on her face. "This 'Mystery' girl sounds a lot like Rosita..." Abby moved closer. Elmo swallowed. Rosita. Elmo remembered her. And now, Rosita would remember them. One way, or another. Abby was going to make them meet, No. Matter. The. Cost.