Tula's "bestest friend" is beginning to get on her nerves. She can't spend any time by herself without him spewing angry nonsense. Most of it isn't even directed at anything, it's just angry sounds.
"I'm trying to read," she hisses at him. Predictably, he only continues to rant as if she never spoke. Tula sighs, and wonders if she can convince her parents to give her enough money for ear plugs...
When she finishes a whole chapter of her book and he still hasn't stopped, Tula decides to resort to drastic measures.
"I will punch you so hard if you don't shut up."
"Do you want to keep your buttons on your face or not!?"
Persis came out here to paint, but instead hears her granddaughter violently threatening...thin air. She wonders if this is some kind of innocuous behaviour, caused by a lack of peers at home, or if this is something more serious...
One of her threats seems to have worked, but now Guy is giving her a strangely terrified look. As terrified as button-eyes can seem, anyways.
She looks behind her, and seeing that Persis has disappeared back into her bedroom, she switches gears. "Aw, I'm sorry Guy. I didn't mean it..." being invisible, and seemingly anchored to her, Guy could be quite useful. She can't have him so uneasy around her.
Guy seems to easily forgive Tula, and the two chat about music.
You see what I mean? Persis's eyes seem to say as she glances at Tula. She went to get Marko, the closest thing the town probably has to a child pyschology expert.
Marko glances behind Persis, then gives a small shrug. It's probably not a big deal.
At Persis's arched eyebrow, he sighs and rolls his eyes. Fine, fine, I'll talk to her.
Persis smiles, satisfied with their non-verbal conversation.
"You know, I think being a businessman could be cool," Tula does not yet realize that 'businessman' is not a general occupation title, "Like a CEO..." all those workers, at her beck and call... nice.
"Tula, isn't it time for bed?" Marko says from the other side of the room, quickly approaching.
Tula glances at Guy, hoping he can see the implicit shut up in her eyes. "Yeah, I just need to take a shower. Will you read me a bedtime story?" she asks sweetly.
"Of course," Marko promises. Well, that was easy...
Tula showers and changes into her pjs, then makes a show of racing to her room.
"What story are we going to read?"
"Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something first..."
Tula does not like the sound of that. "But I'm tired. Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Tula, me and your grandma are a bit worried that you don't have anyone at home to talk to," he tries to phrase this sensitively, "And I want you to know it's ok if you feel a bit...lonely. You can always talk to us."
Tula represses the urge to roll her eyes, "I'm fine, grandpa..." she tries to think of a way to get out of this conversation; she can't have her parents and grandparents worried about her. They're going to be hovering around her all the time. Just like Guy. Ugh.
She comes up with an idea. "But I'm not lonely, I have a friend! I can prove it! Just give me a minute."
Marko looks at the floor uncomfortably as Tula dashes out of the room. It pains him to see Tula go through this kind of phase. It reminds him so much of her father. Maybe I could start inviting my friends who have kids to come over for the holiday parties...
Tula rushes back with a beaker of orange liquid. Marko narrows his eyes at it. It seems familiar...
Just as Tula hands it to thin air, he remembers. "Isn't that from my chemistry set? Tula, it doesn't do anyth-"
"See, grandpa? He is real!" Tula is a bit disappointed that she couldn't keep Guy invisible, but playing the "lonely shy kid" facade would only work for so long. Eventually she would get caught talking to herself again, and again, and again... that just wouldn't do. Kids only have imaginary friends for so long before it becomes unsettling.
Marko....has no idea what is happening.
Guy's real, that's what's happening!
"So...how do I look?"
"Not so imaginary..." Tula anticipates many, many more questions.
AN: I would have kept Guy as an IF for longer but he was starting to get on my nerves. His face is game-generated, but I gave him his hair colour. You can only have so many IFs turned real before the same 4 hair colours stop looking nice.