Hey guys! Sorry,I won't be updating Fairy Tale until tomorrow or the next day, but I thought of this One-Shot and I think it's beautiful!
Robbie Shapiro. Who was he? The dumb geek with the puppet. Or, at least, he was.
"You suck, man. Can't even ask out a hottie like Tori." Said Rex.
Robbie felt something snap.
Was it anger?
No.
Remorse? No.
It was regret sprinkled with insanity with a little Anger stirred all into one pie.
He grabbed Rex, and slowly put him in a trash can. He didn't even make Rex protest. Why? Because Rex was a puppet.
His only friend in the world, but a puppet.
Robbie sat in the Black Box theater, staring at the snowglobe in his hand.
It was the last gift his father gave him before he abandoned the family.
2 sisters, 4 Brothers, 1 lonely, crackpot Mother.
And 1 Robbie.
Robbie smashed the snowglobe.
If his father really loved him, he would've left more than a Fucking snow globe.
He picked up one of the shattered remains and stared at it.
Robbie liked broken glass.
He remembered when he was 7, playing with a piece of broken glass, at an airport somewhere in Michigan.
A little boy came up and sat down next to him. He looked to be about the same age as Robbie, and he was clutching an Elmo doll tightly in his hand, as if afraid it would be lost forever. He watched the boy carefully. He was afraid he would dislike him, like all the boys at kindergarten. And the girls too. But the boy looked over and smiled. "Hi!" Robbie smiled and said hi back. The two sat in silence before the mysterious boy said, "Why are you playing with broken glass?" Robbie stared at it and realized he really didn't know. He had just found It on the bench. So he made it up: "It's sharp. It's not afraid of anything or anybody, no matter how broken it is." The boy nodded and stared at his red shorts. "Not like me, though." Robbie said, staring at the glass in shame. "The boy laughed. Not cruelly, though, just a laugh. "Than be like broken glass. Be sharp, be unafraid!" Robbie nodded. Chase slowly took the glass from his and stared at it. "I like broken glass if you like it, friend." Robbie looked up as the boy handed him the glass and watched as he picked up the Elmo doll and ran back to a small group of children lead by a 20-something year-old lady with a shirt that said: "Michigan Lil' Tots orphanage.
Robbie regretted two things in this story:
1: He never got to catch the boy's name, and,
2. He never took his advice.
A/N: R/R, please!