Talk:Promo Pets/@comment-39130195-20190821053626

oop i'm real sorry for this, but i've had writer's block for weeks and when jojoten told the haunting story of peppa pig...

don't turn this into a chain of peppa stories please. part 2 will be posted on my ig if anyone's interested (crowsyns)

"Has anyone seen Peppa?" A simple yet loaded question, and I shivered from my seat at the dinner table. "George? Have you?" Mommy Pig asked again, raising her eyebrow. I swallowed hard and played with my fork as Daddy Pig came and sat at the table. "Hi hun, what's wrong? Has Peppa gone missing again?" he said, not bothering to make eye contact with me. They knew I knew where Peppa was, and that I wasn't going to tell them. Mommy Pig nodded her head. "These late night adventures are starting to get ridiculous. I'm starting to worry about her." Suddenly, a tiny rap on the door echoed through the dining room. All of our heads turned to look at the front door, where a the shadow of someone's feet was showing from beneath the door. Daddy Pig made an effort to go and get it, but I was much quicker. "I'll get it," I called as I darted from the table. Daddy Pig produced a handkercheif from within his pocket and wiped his glasses with it and sighed as he sat back down. I opened the door to reveal Peppa, looking as dissheveled as ever. I took a quick glance to make sure neither Mommy or Daddy were watching, then quickly summoned her inside. "You need to start coming home earlier. They're getting suspicious," I whispered just low enough so she could hear. She nodded and set off for her room without another word. I walked back into the dining room to see that no one had touched their food yet. Mommy Pig looked up with hopeful eyes, and once she saw that Peppa wasn't with me, they darkened again. "Who was it?" "Another salesman. This one sold laundry detergent," I sighed, which was a predetermined lie. We'd sorted through that before she'd left this afternoon. "And no sign of Peppa?" she probed. "Nope. Dunno when she'll be home." Mommy Pig sighed heavily, took a sip of wine, and motioned for me to have a seat, which I did. We ate in silence, Peppa's placemat sitting glaringly empty within the plates of food. They can't know. They can't ever know.