The Pamps and the Pauper

[SkywalkerRanch]

The Pamps and the Pauper Ch 1:

He looked again at the note in his hand. Surprised as he was to have been given an analog message at all these days, he was even more surprised to have heard back from his application at all. The convention was years ago after all, back when the world was new, and the controversy hadn’t quite set in yet. He supposed that the controversy warranted such clandestine communication if things were to be kept efficient. Fewer prying eyes the better he supposed.

            The air that night was crisp and cold, the man- henceforth known as Andrew- noticed. Andrew was until this moment, so caught up in the excitement of the note that he had little brain power left to notice much else. He felt one couldn’t blame such absent-mindedness. His life had left in it less warmth than the night’s current climate, and good news such as he received was like a freshly-lit fireplace in his heart. All that despite the thin layer of frost that coated the dark streets he now wandered down.

             Making his way further down the street, Andrew took another peek at the note. He just as quickly replaced it in his pocket, his hands began to tremble- he was getting closer. Closer to freedom, closer to the end! He need only have his legs carry him just a bit farther! He knew the alleyway he needed to turn down. It was only a few blocks from where Suzanne had-

            Andrew wiped his eyes free of the tear that would never be. There had been plenty of time for tears. A literal lifetime even, it was time now for a lifetime of smiles, of laughter. Andrew steeled his gaze and set forth with renewed purpose down the nearly abandoned city street. He had walked these streets almost all his life, but Andrew had never seen them so… lifeless. A simple consequence of doing potentially illicit deals in the dead of night in an unpopular part of town, he told himself.

In a few short hours these streets would be just as lively as he had ever remembered. Mrs. Fuentes would be setting up the bodega for the day, Benny at the hot dog stand would moan and complain about the Mets game the night before while Erica tried to buy a quick unhealthy breakfast from him before hauling ass into her job in the city. And John would hop onto his bus for another day running route 215 in ‘the greatest city in the world!’ That’s right. It would all be just as lively as ever. Only- he wouldn’t be apart of it anymore…

            Andrew stopped.

            Was this worth it? Was this really what he wanted to do? What he should be doing?

            Andrew turned around.

            No. It was not. Wouldn’t Mrs. Fuentes miss talking about the news with him? Who would she talk shit about politicians with if not him? And who would give Benny his daily info-dumps about 20 year old comic book storylines that might be movies someday? What would his boss think? That he was irresponsible, unprofessional dickweed? What would his landlord think? That he skipped town to leave them hanging on rent money that they would likely need to survive? And what would happen to his things? Probably sold by his landlord online. And god knows what they’d say after taking a peek in his closet! He’d probably be the laughing stock of the entire building and he wouldn’t even realize it! Andrew looked down the street. He saw the curb where Suzanne-

            Andrew stopped again.

            What would…. Any of that matter?! Fuck landlords! Fuck his Boss (But not in a way that would mean a trip to HR, the other kind of way- the rude one!)! And fuck the locals! They could give a shit about him! Lets see how they like it when they don’t have little old Andrew to pick on anymore!

            Andrew turned around again, and doubled his pace towards the fated alleyway. He looked at the note again to steel his resolve. He read it again. Three times even.

            Bleecher St Laundromat. Rear entrance. 4am. Be dressed. Pack nothing.

            His eyes nearly let out a few tears had his manly cheeks not pinched his ducts shut. Yeah, that’s what happened- he told himself. He had given all that he could, to everyone, all of his life. It was time for Andrew to finally give to himself for a change!

            Andrew laughed at the pun he told himself in his head and soldiered on. He was almost on Bleecher street, he could see the laundromat. All he needed to do is go around the back and his life could finally start!

            Out in the front of the laundromat entrance was a sad but familiar sight, a man had bundled himself up into a ball of sorts and was trying his best to sleep. Whether it be the cold or something else though, the homeless man couldn’t seem to bring himself to keep his eyes closed. Anxiety panged at Andrew to quickly make his way around to the back of the laundromat, but he couldn’t move himself further. Not just yet. Andrew reached into his pocket and gave the man his wallet. He had no need for it, after all.

They shared a nod and Andrew made his way to his destination. His final destination- he told himself. So as he internally fought the urge the hum the music to a certain song by the band Europe, he knocked on the door.

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The air was… comforting. The surroundings warm, and pastel. Andrew went to get up, and heard a familiar crinkle as he looked at where he now was.

He stood in what could only be described as what it was- a crib. One that left him dwarfed by its size and stature, a fact that made his knees quake with how giddy it made him. Inside of the crib were enough stuffed animals to drown in, however he could more accurately see himself sleeping in them!

Across from the crib was a padded table which could be inferred to be a changing table given its stock of diapers underneath the cushioned top that was decorated with soft colored cartoon animals and the changing necessities on top. There was even a wipe warmer- A WIPE WARMER! Andrew repeated to himself.

In the corner appeared to be a rocking horse of equal size to the rest of the furniture, brown in body but white in mane- I think I shall call them chestnut! Let us be companions for all of time, chestnut!

Along that same wall was a set of double-doors which Andrew could only assume held a veritable treasure trove of onesies, shortalls, and god knows what other glorious outfits his overloaded brain could even imagine!

All of these thoughts came to a halt as massive echoes of footsteps came from behind an until now closed door. Andrew’s heart-rate elevated in fear as he heard the clicking of the door- the last time this happened, he had lost so much. Would he continue to lose, or-

A massive woman, over eight feet tall stepped through the threshold of Andrew’s domain. She had auburn hair that was held up in a small beehive hairdo. Her eyes were closed but her face held in a smile. Andrew could feel warmth from that smile as she started talking.

“Good Morning Baby Andy! And how are you today? Oh- I bet you’re ready to be out of your soggy, smelly nini diapy, aren’t we?” The Amazon, henceforth known as Mommy- Yes this is Mommy, Andrew told himself- cooed.

[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter 

[Shade_Koopa]

Heha, cute. Little hard to follow but would like to see more. ^^