Void Girl Encounters 6.2: Mistress Piggy pt. 2

>"I knew you were hungry," she said giggling at the sight of you devouring the bacon cheeseburger she got you.
>After you finished swallowing a bit, you glare at her.
"Shut up and drink your wine."
>Sitting on a chair, she swirls the glass a little before taking a sip.
>"'shut up, shut up', you sound like a broken record," she mocks.
>She puts down her glass and takes her phone off the nightstand by her.
>"So rude. Text me your address, wanna hang out tomorrow night?"
>You know, it's bizarre treating a pig girl this way and to have her be so nice, so aloof outside of a nonchalant comment.
>You feel terrible, but she's so tolerant of it, almost seems like she gets off on it.
"I'll do that later, why are you so pushy to come over?"
>"To save money, love."
>… shit.
>She has a point.
>It would be cheaper to just have her come over, instead of paying for a room.
>You bite into your burger, letting the silence hang in the air.
>"Mhmm, can't argue with that, can you?"
>She reaches over to rub your back, chuckling.
>You swallow your food with a question at the tip of your tongue.
"Why do you put up with me?"
>"What do you mean?"
"I'm rude to you all the time, and you put up with that. Why?"
>She leans in, pecks her lips on your cheek. "I'll let you in on a little secret."
>"It's the passion behind it that I like."
"What?"
>"I put that rudeness in the same glass as adoring, politeness and I drink it up."
"I detest you."
>"And here you are," she says with a cocky smirk emerging.
>Your head hangs as you let out a sigh, she was kind enough to rub small circles on your back.
>With her other hand, she taps the face of her phone a few times then passes it to you.
>The screen illuminates a blank note that has yet to be written in.
>"Type your address in here."
>Before you can even bother protesting, your fingers had typed your address.
>Your cheek is met with another loving peck, "Good boy."
>She takes a moment to look at it before chuckling to herself.
>"I'll stop by sometime, love."

>The next few days were uneventful, mostly you talking Death's ear off about your void girl problems.
>"No one judges here," she would say. "The Void doesn't concern itself with arbitrary concepts like a scale for looks. Now get outta my booth, my shift is almost over and I need paying customers to sit here."
>You'd explore the urban areas of the void, hoping to distract yourself, except you kept checking your phone.
>Every once and a while, you'd shoot a text asking how the pig was doing, only to get no response.
>Maybe she was busy, which isn't good.
>In her absence, you realized just how addicted you are.
>You can't even throw bacon on the skillet without getting a boner in the morning.
>After some time of dreading the lack of presence of her, you changed her name to 'I HATE YOU' on your phone.
>You tried your best to stay busy, you hung out with Cindy and some of the other void beings during the night.
>Even other humans that stumbled into The Void, sharing their stories of Earth.
>The following Monday, you found yourself in Death's booth yet again.
>She laughs at the sight of you, one hand on her hip and the other holding a pot of coffee.
>Two coffee cups materialize from black smoke, and Death has a seat.
>"I'd ask what's new, but the look on your face says she still hasn't got in touch with you."
"Ugh, don't remind me, I'm trying to stay distracted."
>"Are you catching feelings for those empty troubles with no rules?"
"Death, I'm don't have a mild fucking clue what you just said. Anyway, gimme some ideas. What do I do to stay distracted?"
>"Let me ask you a question."
"Hmm?"
>"Is that her at the counter ordering?" Death says pointing behind you.
>As soon as you turn your head, you felt your heart drop as you blocked out anyone surrounding her.
>A good week you haven't seen her, and you were getting used to her not being around a lot, but the moment you caught a glimpse of her hair, it all went downhill.
>She turned to look at you with a knowing smile as if she knew you were staring at her.
>Her eyes lit up and she waved. As soon as she got her order in a brown bag, she walked over to the booth.
>You turn to Death, hoping she can get the message you were saying with your eyes.
>Death merely leans in with her imaginary popcorn.
>"Hey there, I haven't seen you in a while, scoot over!"
>You scoot over, and immediately get attacked with a hug and a kiss.
>As she pulled you in, she held you like she was never going to let go while she cooed in your ear.
>"It's been so long, I misses you~"
"'Misses' me?"
>"Mhmm~"
>Death is holding in her laughter but manages to mouth the word 'wow' from how ridiculous the pig is being.
>And you're loving every minute of it as if you just got a potent fix after lowering your tolerance.


>"Funny running into you here."
"Haha yeah, just chattin' with my homegirl Death."
>"Haha cool. Listen, love. I have to run but I'll see you this evening, okay?"
"You bet."
>She gives you a smooch and once she pulled away you felt your lips following hers only briefly.
>"See ya~"
>She gets out of the booth and goes on her way.
>Once she was gone, you couldn't pin down what you were feeling.
>Death leans back, taking in the sight of you. "You've got to be the most love-struck being in this place."
>Another Death approaches the booth, her eyebrows arched as she stares at the Death sitting down.
>You had to make a double take a couple of times.
"What the fuck?"
>"The truck is gonna be late again."
>"Relax, it's slow today. Just tell them we don't have whatever we're low on."
>She nods and walks away.
"Uh, Death, are you-"
>"Omnipresent? Mhm."
"I thought you just worked here."
>"I own the place."
"What?"
>"Did you see who's working the cash register? Or was your love tunnel vision too strong?"
>You turn to find Death wearing a black hat with the place's logo on it, standing at the counter waving at you.
>You face Death sitting across from you.
"Are all the employees here, you?"
>"Mostly. I have a couple of waitresses that took a liking to the place."
"Fucking. What?"
>She rolls her eyes, "the place is called Mors' Door, what did you think that meant?"
"I just thought it was a cool name."
>"Thank you, thought of it myself."
"Seriously glad you're well off."
>"Of course I would be."
"So, we're cool right?"
>"Oh won't you relax? I already punched your ticket, that's why you're here in The Void. Save your nervousness for tonight when you see your Mistress Piggy."
>And just like that, your brief mental state of a peaceful mind was shattered from being reminded that the pig will be seeing you tonight.
"Fuck…"
>"Hey cheer up, I'm always here if you wanna talk. Anytime."


>Nearly midnight, and not a text or call from her…
>You're slumped lazily on your couch and the only source of light is the screen from your TV.
>Letting out a sigh, you find the will to get up and head to the kitchen.
>Tossed a couple of smokey ice cubes into a lowball glass and looked into your liquor cabinet.
>The only thing staring back at you was this gross black licorice flavored absinthe that Death gave you as a housewarming gift.
>As you twist the cap off you felt a ping of slight annoyance from nearly everything in the void having this black smoke emitting from it.
>As the absinthe danced into the glass, you had to stifle your need to gag from the whiff you gathered.
>You grimace after downing the first swig.
>Black licorice is horrid but it's all you got.
>This stuff is strong…
>Two in the morning, you stare at the bottle that's half full as it sits on your dinner table.
>You tilt your chair back in a rocking motion, as you audibly list the things you can't stand about the pig.
>Despite everything you've listed so far, she has no business being this addicting.
>You recall the excitement you felt upon seeing her, you wanted to be in her presence at all time.
>The reassuring warmth from her body as she hugged you, how you felt your cheeks burn when she kissed you…
>All of it went cold the moment she the building. The last bit of hope was her word that she'll see you tonight.
"Fuck her…"
>Just as you were reaching for the bottle, your phone lights up on the table from receiving a text message.
>With a groan you look at the message.
'Knock knock'
>You stagger your way to your door, finding balance was a challenge but you made it.
>You pull the door inward to open it, and there she stood.
>Wearing black lip gloss, light blue hair, in a black leather jacket, a clutch purse strapped over her left shoulder.
>Thigh high leather boots a plaid skirt and plain white t-shirt.
>"Hey."
>You pull her in for a kiss, and once you pulled away, she sniffs.
>"Is that black licorice I smell on your breath? I love it~"
>You cut your eyes to the left as you add on more annoying thing about this pig that you can't seem to quit.
"Of course you do…"