Jeannette Di Pulvinus now possesses the most desirable artifact of all her Fluffy Kingdom. It was the downiest item with incomparable fluff, as said in legends so old that their origins were long forgotten: the Maximus Pillow or MP for short. She buries her delicate face into its overwhelming body, which could encompass her entire body. It was about a meter tall and half as wide but had less weight than a piece of parchment. Jeannette revels in her prize, practically worshiping its presence while she rolls around on her enormous bed.
The MP’s exterior was embossed in floral patterns and displayed a melodious garden, with the sound of the wind and scent of nature exuding from itself. It was an inaccessible Paradise, but all that mattered to Jeannette was possessing such greatness. And after her parents pulled a few strings, she finally did.
Jeannette pulls her silken obsidian hair into a bunch and uses a strand to tie it back in a ponytail. Although her hair felt incomprehensibly soft, it became a nuisance when she tried to enjoy her present. Today, she became seven years old and it also was the start of a new year.
Outside the large estate, the Star Above, or SA, rises slowly in the Sky to begin the day. The surrounding plains and forest are covered in a few layers of frost and snow which escaped the thaw. Nearby, the large town of Pluis is similarly coated, but its streets are cleared for business to proceed.
Yet Jeannette Di Pulvinus does not care about that. She only enjoys these comforts which come with a life of luxury and opulence. So what if the season changes? What if there is commerce occurring? What if access to the surrounding fauna and flora is restored? Jeannette has all she needs: comforts, family, and talent.
She curls up on her bed, with her MP wrapped around herself like an oversized blanket, and starts to go to sleep again. But at her chamber door, a harrowing rapping resounded. It’s rhythmic beat echoes three rapid knocks, three delayed knocks, and another three rapid knocks in the calm and quiet room.
Again. Again. Again. It keeps going on and on until the door cracks open slowly. A loud squeaking noise came from the door to alert Jeannette of this stranger, but she remains indifferent to it. Although it is an annoying noise, it may be just one of her family checking on her and giving deference to her privacy.
Jeannette almost nods off during this exchange but is rudely interrupting by a tugging sensation. She tightens her grip around her MP and digs herself deeper into it. Yet the tugging grows more persistent as it increases its frequency. Then it steadily increases its strength, to which Jeannette responds accordingly to counter it.
Suddenly, an outrageous force pulls her MP away and a tittering of triumph comes from her instigator. Jeannette is no longer encumbered by the blessings of her MP and awakens frustrated and grumpy. She rises up and glares at the shadowy figure clinging possessively to her MP. HER Maximus Pillow.
As if just realizing this, the thief begins their escape but is stopped in their tracks when Jeannette flings herself at them with the full brunt of 20kg going 20km/hr. She hits them directly in the delicate region of the back of their head, which causes them to collapse. Jeannette takes this time during their disorientation to retrieve her MP.
However, the intruder fell forwards and on top of her MP. She struggles desperately to move the large figure who was moaning in pain but cannot do more than tipping them a few centimeters. Instead, she commands them to surrender possession of their property in a manner suiting her royal character.
(Jeannette) “Gimme my pillow! It’s my pillow! Gimme, gimme, gimme…”
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With each utterance of “gimme”, Jeannette uses her fists, feet, and body to smash the thief into a pulp. Punch after punch, clawing after clawing, stomp after stomp, and body slam after body slam, she attacked them up and down their body. After a few minutes of consideration during this beating, she targets their head specifically.
Eventually, Jeannette can no longer keep her barrage going and the thief is undeniably incapacitated. She goes over to her assortment of toys and personal paraphernalia. After grabbing her sheathed sword, she attempts to flip the thief over with her scabbard wedged under their chest. This obviously failed for many reasons.
But thanks to them landing onto her pliant bed, their indention in its surface allowed her to formulate a plan of creating an even larger indention for them to roll into. After placing item after item, she finally got them to tip over and expose her MP.
Gleefully, Jeannette goes to remove her MP from the hands of her thief. However, she encounters another problem; the thief held her MP in an iron death grip and would not relinquish the masterpiece. Enraged beyond belief, Jeannette took her scabbard and began bashing at their hands.
After what seems to be ages, her MP is released back into her custody. Jeannette then flees to safety. However, she is once again stopped. The thief grabbed her ankle and pulls her swiftly, which causes her to fall. Her MP stays in her hands, but this time, she is hugged tightly to the thief’s strangely comfortable figure. Fear sprouts in Jeannette’s heart.
(Jeannette) My Maximus Pillow! No! Stay away!
She struggles violently but cannot get free. The thief’s imposing 1.8m body came with the strength of an adult, which was outside the realm of her power. Taking this into account, Jeannette instead tries to slip out of their hold and mimics the fluidity of a slick fish. It surprisingly works as the thief is unprepared for this development and she gets out of their grasp.
Jeannette then begins beating on them again. But the thief absorbs her punishment and again applies a tightened hold. She barely manages to get free again and immediately picks up items from the assortment that is piled nearby. Throwing bowling balls, life-sized figurines, and various weighted objects, she begins her retreat to the top bunk of her bed for the advantage of the higher ground.
But before she can shimmy even half-way up, the thief once again grabs her and attempts to pry the MP out of her hands. With her scabbard in handy, Jeannette squeezes out of their grip and keeps attacking in hopes that they finally are vanquished. The thief holds the Maximus Pillow lovingly in his hands and ignores her blows.
Although they are dressed entirely in black and covered head to toe in a semi-loose attire, the blackness of their eyes and its piercing gaze still shows. And right now, they are focused on Jeannette. She stops, uncomprehending of this situation and fearful that his intentions are darker than grand larceny. She shudders at the cold yet burning gleam in their eyes. For the first time, the intruder speaks in a resonating bass-like tone.
(Intruder) “This is my pillow.”
This reason spurs Jeannette on even more since her life was not at stake. This intruder may be stealing from the Royal Family but isn’t stupid enough to commit homicide. The repercussions of murder during the struggle would not bode well for a thief. Thus, she renews her assault.
An endless onslaught continues indefinitely from then. Jeannette ducks and weaves from the thief’s attempts at restraining her. At times, she is sat and crushed under the thief’s weight. At others, he tackles her and then lays fully on top of her. But every time, she manages to get free. And every time, she hit them over and over again.
Finally, it ends as the thief is exasperated at her tenacity and collapses. She beats on him for good measure before escaping. Only after reaching the safety of her family and the arrest of this thief would she ever feel safe. Sadly, the thief slipped away and was never captured.
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Journal Entry #4018
I wonder why my little sister likes my pillow so much. I just got home from school when I noticed she was almost smothering herself with my pillow. I thought she was asleep, so I tried exchanging it for her pillow but it didn’t work. Instead, she made a huge fuss over how it was “her pillow”.
I thought it was cute at the time but when I tried to take it, she began screaming and crying. She even tried to run away with it. I kept trying to take it back from her and guess what? It just didn’t work. She even was hitting me just to keep my pillow. She even threw her toys at me!
I gave up on it and she ran away. Later, when I asked her about my pillow, she seemed much more attached to it, if that was even possible. Apparently, it was somehow traumatizing.
Luckily, she couldn’t remember it was me at the time. She was a bit sleepy at the time and was focusing on saving the pillow, rather than looking at the thief. I guess I’ll have to get another pillow. It’s her birthday, after all.
Even when I just bought that pillow for myself… I need a nap.