
Chomby felt exhausted. Back-to-back performances were one thing, but when both performance were around four hours long and gave him little time to rest, he couldn’t help but want to just get home and relax.
Opening the front door, Chomby walked inside. The moment he felt the carpet under his feet, his body felt a lot heavier. The strain and the adrenaline from such a long day had worn off almost like a flick of a switch.
“Sarge is gonna hate me after today,” Chomby mumbled to himself, now realizing how sore his body felt. “But finally…” Chomby slinked himself through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom door. He was about to place his hand on the knob when he noticed a light coming from below the doorframe. “Did I… leave the lights on?”
Chomby took his hand off the door and tried to recollect earlier in the day. Most of the time, when he’d leave his room, his hand would autonomously flick the light switch off. It’d become so habitual that he hadn’t fully thought about turning the lights off in months.
“Sarge certainly didn’t leave the lights on either.” Chomby felt the fur on the back of his neck raise. Was someone else in the house? The door was locked, but he didn’t check to see if any windows were broken.
Chomby grimaced. “Sorry, Sarge, seems the day isn’t over yet.” Clenching a hand around the doorknob, he twisted it and then pushed the door open. He was immediately greeted with a warm, orange glow. Several candles were placed around the room on the night stand, the dresser, a few shelves, and even the headboard of the bed.
He only needed to analyze the room for a second to know something was definitely amiss. His blackout curtains were replaced with a set of mauve, velvet curtains. The bed was made and tucked away nicely… and someone was laying on it, holding a red, plastic pump in their hands. Their rounded, chocolate-colored belly was accented by the olive green color of their ears and eyes.
“Well, if it isn’t the fat lad himself!” The person said. “Ready for your Valentine’s Gift?”
Chomby was uncertain what to make of this scene. He quickly grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut. His mind now filled with questions. Was that Squandered? How did they get in here? Today’s Valentine’s Day? What are they doing here? Was he covered in flower petals? Was he trying to-
“W-wait!” Squandered’s voice begged from the other side of the door. “Wait!” He repeated, followed by a set of heavy footsteps. “Please!” The door swung open and out popped a teary-eyed Squandered.
The rounded soundbyte, in what appeared to be desparation, slammed the door open to try and catch Chomby before the latter left. Given Chomby hadn’t moved, though, Squandered ended up slamming himself face first into Chomby’s belly. Chomby felt the wind knock out of him by the force but kept his balance.
“I’m sorry!” Squandered pleaded, lifting himself from Chomby. “I should have asked! I used the spare house key you gave me to set up a surprise for you for Valentine’s Day!”
At least one of Chomby’s questions was answered… but he still didn’t know how to react. He knew any facial expression he would try and convey would just appear to be anger or malcontent.
There was a moment of silence before Squandered continued. “But please, don’t be mad! I spent four hours getting this all set up and wanted to surprise you!”
Squandered started breathing heavily as he looked into the room. He seemed to scan all the decorations he’d set up before turning back to Chomby. “Did I- I do something wrong? Is it too much?!” Squandered wrapped his hands around his chest, assumed to be out of nervousness. “I just wanted to make today special and- and- a-”
Chomby realized he needed to calm the soundbyte down. This was quite a big step for Squandered, especially given how much he’d opened up to Chomby over the past year. Not wasting time, Chomby lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Squandered, giving the soundbyte’s belly a gentle squeeze.
As he held onto Squandered, he could hear Squandered’s breathing slow down. Though it was dotted with a few sniffles and intermittent sobbing, he felt Squandered was calming down enough now to release the hug.
Standing back up at full height, Chomby took a deep breath. If Squandered had truly spent four hours getting everything set up with intent to make Chomby smile, that would mean Chomby’s immediate, visceral reaction was completely off the mark. Chomby felt his heart lurch at how desperate and hurt that must have made Squandered feel.
“Ahh, sorry, Squandered,” he said, reaching down and gently guiding Squandered’s head to his belly. Squandered didn’t resist and immediately latched onto Chomby, letting out another sniffle. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”
Chomby looked back into the room. Now that he had more time to see everything, he could see the delicate placement of candles, the haphazard placement of flower petals, the now-toppled-over box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers on the headboard, and even a sparkly disco ball placed on the ceiling by a string and a few thumbtacks. “Would you look at all that. Quite a good array, don’tcha think?”
Squandered looked up from Chomby’s belly and smiled. “I wanted you to feel appreciated. You do so much for people and I thought I could… do something for you.”
Chomby couldn’t quite explain what Squandered’s intent was, but this made Chomby feel happy. He placed a hand on Squandered’s head and gently rubbed his fur. “I think it’s sweet you set up all the flowers, the candles, the disco ball, the chocolates, and-” Chomby’s eyes dotted to the red cylinder he’d caught a glimpse of earlier. A pump. “Wait.”
Squandered’s grip tightened.
Chomby’s cheeks flushed hot as he looked down at Squandered. “Why were you holding a bicycle pump?”
Squandered squeezed Chomby’s belly even tighter now as he looked up, confusion showing in his eyes. “Uh… Happy… Valentine’s Day?”
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Happy Valentine's Day! This year, my valentine is
squanderedmilk! Seems he was happy to set up a surprise for Chomby, but Chomby wasn't expecting a visitor in his home.... Oops.
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Squandered ©
squanderedmilk
Chomby/Art/Story/Comic ©
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Opening the front door, Chomby walked inside. The moment he felt the carpet under his feet, his body felt a lot heavier. The strain and the adrenaline from such a long day had worn off almost like a flick of a switch.
“Sarge is gonna hate me after today,” Chomby mumbled to himself, now realizing how sore his body felt. “But finally…” Chomby slinked himself through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom door. He was about to place his hand on the knob when he noticed a light coming from below the doorframe. “Did I… leave the lights on?”
Chomby took his hand off the door and tried to recollect earlier in the day. Most of the time, when he’d leave his room, his hand would autonomously flick the light switch off. It’d become so habitual that he hadn’t fully thought about turning the lights off in months.
“Sarge certainly didn’t leave the lights on either.” Chomby felt the fur on the back of his neck raise. Was someone else in the house? The door was locked, but he didn’t check to see if any windows were broken.
Chomby grimaced. “Sorry, Sarge, seems the day isn’t over yet.” Clenching a hand around the doorknob, he twisted it and then pushed the door open. He was immediately greeted with a warm, orange glow. Several candles were placed around the room on the night stand, the dresser, a few shelves, and even the headboard of the bed.
He only needed to analyze the room for a second to know something was definitely amiss. His blackout curtains were replaced with a set of mauve, velvet curtains. The bed was made and tucked away nicely… and someone was laying on it, holding a red, plastic pump in their hands. Their rounded, chocolate-colored belly was accented by the olive green color of their ears and eyes.
“Well, if it isn’t the fat lad himself!” The person said. “Ready for your Valentine’s Gift?”
Chomby was uncertain what to make of this scene. He quickly grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut. His mind now filled with questions. Was that Squandered? How did they get in here? Today’s Valentine’s Day? What are they doing here? Was he covered in flower petals? Was he trying to-
“W-wait!” Squandered’s voice begged from the other side of the door. “Wait!” He repeated, followed by a set of heavy footsteps. “Please!” The door swung open and out popped a teary-eyed Squandered.
The rounded soundbyte, in what appeared to be desparation, slammed the door open to try and catch Chomby before the latter left. Given Chomby hadn’t moved, though, Squandered ended up slamming himself face first into Chomby’s belly. Chomby felt the wind knock out of him by the force but kept his balance.
“I’m sorry!” Squandered pleaded, lifting himself from Chomby. “I should have asked! I used the spare house key you gave me to set up a surprise for you for Valentine’s Day!”
At least one of Chomby’s questions was answered… but he still didn’t know how to react. He knew any facial expression he would try and convey would just appear to be anger or malcontent.
There was a moment of silence before Squandered continued. “But please, don’t be mad! I spent four hours getting this all set up and wanted to surprise you!”
Squandered started breathing heavily as he looked into the room. He seemed to scan all the decorations he’d set up before turning back to Chomby. “Did I- I do something wrong? Is it too much?!” Squandered wrapped his hands around his chest, assumed to be out of nervousness. “I just wanted to make today special and- and- a-”
Chomby realized he needed to calm the soundbyte down. This was quite a big step for Squandered, especially given how much he’d opened up to Chomby over the past year. Not wasting time, Chomby lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Squandered, giving the soundbyte’s belly a gentle squeeze.
As he held onto Squandered, he could hear Squandered’s breathing slow down. Though it was dotted with a few sniffles and intermittent sobbing, he felt Squandered was calming down enough now to release the hug.
Standing back up at full height, Chomby took a deep breath. If Squandered had truly spent four hours getting everything set up with intent to make Chomby smile, that would mean Chomby’s immediate, visceral reaction was completely off the mark. Chomby felt his heart lurch at how desperate and hurt that must have made Squandered feel.
“Ahh, sorry, Squandered,” he said, reaching down and gently guiding Squandered’s head to his belly. Squandered didn’t resist and immediately latched onto Chomby, letting out another sniffle. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”
Chomby looked back into the room. Now that he had more time to see everything, he could see the delicate placement of candles, the haphazard placement of flower petals, the now-toppled-over box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers on the headboard, and even a sparkly disco ball placed on the ceiling by a string and a few thumbtacks. “Would you look at all that. Quite a good array, don’tcha think?”
Squandered looked up from Chomby’s belly and smiled. “I wanted you to feel appreciated. You do so much for people and I thought I could… do something for you.”
Chomby couldn’t quite explain what Squandered’s intent was, but this made Chomby feel happy. He placed a hand on Squandered’s head and gently rubbed his fur. “I think it’s sweet you set up all the flowers, the candles, the disco ball, the chocolates, and-” Chomby’s eyes dotted to the red cylinder he’d caught a glimpse of earlier. A pump. “Wait.”
Squandered’s grip tightened.
Chomby’s cheeks flushed hot as he looked down at Squandered. “Why were you holding a bicycle pump?”
Squandered squeezed Chomby’s belly even tighter now as he looked up, confusion showing in his eyes. “Uh… Happy… Valentine’s Day?”
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Happy Valentine's Day! This year, my valentine is

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Squandered ©

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Gosh I gotta tell you this is sucha great comic, Sarge. Those expressions, the timing- it's just so humorous and sweet at once. <x3
Loved the writing too...awwh poor Squandered... but I can certainly relate to how Chomby must have been feeling. <x3
I think you and I get a sense for what a '4 hour performance' is like, with our streaming. Quite relatable to feel exhausted and want to recharge after the sensory load.
Loved the writing too...awwh poor Squandered... but I can certainly relate to how Chomby must have been feeling. <x3
I think you and I get a sense for what a '4 hour performance' is like, with our streaming. Quite relatable to feel exhausted and want to recharge after the sensory load.
Oh absolutely agree! And I'm glad you were able to see into the timing and expressions. I was absolutely proud of Squandered's expression in panel 3 when he ran out of the room. This was also one of the first times I actually, properly, conveyed movement with the rush lines. <3
As for 4 hour performances, yeah, absolutely exhausting! They're rewarding, but boy can they take a lot out of you!
As for 4 hour performances, yeah, absolutely exhausting! They're rewarding, but boy can they take a lot out of you!
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