Really? ANOTHER story? I'm currently in the middle of two other stories, and I'm going to start a third one? Seriously? *sigh* Oh, overactive imagination. What am I going to do with you?

WARNING: LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE IS LOOONG. IF YOU WISH TO SKIP MY BLATHERINGS, I DON'T BLAME YOU. JUST SCROLL DOWN UNTIL THE PRINT STOPS BEING BOLD.

So I've had this story in mind for a few years. See, it all started because there was a certain kind of character I hadn't seen on VeggieTales whom I thought would really add some perspective to the whole thing. I think VeggieTales needs a character that isn't sure if they believe in God, who has reason to question their faith. I don't know-it just seemed like it would be something interesting for the characters to deal with and for that one character to explore. That's what it started out as, but it turned into so much more.

This is only the first in what is going to be A LOT of stories. It's gonna be like a flippin' TV show, and this is only the pilot. The rough drafts for all the chapters in this story are all done-I finished the last four in ONE NIGHT. I was feeling super inspired that night. So I can tell you that this here pilot is gonna have six chapters total. There's going to be some strong language in the next chapter, but after that it's going to be very sparse if it's there at all. And I'll try not to swear in these AN's, it being VeggieTales and all. Not that I normally do, but I'll try not to swear AT ALL. So there.

This is a humanized Veggie story, by the way. Someone told me once there was a term for that, but I don't remember it. This story just wouldn't work otherwise.

Also, I realize there isn't a lot explained in this chapter. That's the point. In my last story with a new character, I explained her whole backstory outright. That worked for her, but it doesn't work out so well for this story. So if you're confused, don't worry-you're supposed to be. I'd be more concerned if you weren't at least a little confused-that would mean you were tapping my computer. _

I really worked hard on this, so I hope you all at least somewhat like it.

Enjoy!

Run run run run run. That's all my mind was thinking at the moment. As I heard his footsteps slam onto the pavement behind me, I couldn't think of anything else. I was faster than him, but my duffel bag full of all my stuff was, although not that heavy, still a weight, and he was catching up.

Knowing I had no choice, I flung the bag to the ground as I turned a corner. I heard a satisfying 'skree-thump' and expletive as he tripped over it. I allowed myself a tiny smile, but I couldn't relish in the victory. I had to hide-I couldn't run from him forever.

We had somehow gotten to a suburb, so I ducked into a nearby lawn and hid in the bushes.

I heard his footsteps stomping along the street.

"Jeeeeeee-naaaaa!" He shouted in a sing-song voice. God, was he drunk. "Come out, come out!"

I completely froze myself, my stomach tying itself in more and more knots.

"We can talk this out, baby!" He yelled.

'Yeah, like we did earlier?' My cheek was still swollen and all the wind still wasn't back in my stomach.

"Come on, quit hidin' from me! We both know you want me!" I winced at just how loud he could shout-the neighbors would hear for sure.

As if on cue, the door of the house in front of me opened, and light poured out.

"Who in the world is making all that racke-" The man was saying to himself.

Then he spotted me, crouching in his yard, behind his bushes. We were both pretty shocked, to say the least, and the world froze for a second.

"Jenny, you better get the hell out here and face me before you really get hurt!"

I jolted up to run away-he would surely see me with all that light from the house-

But the man grabbed my wrist without a word, dragged me into the house and locked the door.

"What the-Are you kidnapping me or something?" Now I was scared.

"Honey, what was it?"

I turned around to see a woman in her mid-30s, dressed in a pink nightgown and robe with her hair in curlers. Her eyes were currently as big as saucers. She was holding onto the shoulders of a boy who couldn't have been older than five. He was in green striped pajamas and was clinging to a teddy bear. Both were eyeing me questioningly.

"Uh...well..." The man rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to explain. Now that I got a good look at him, he was gangly and thin-I was surprised he could pull me into the house that easily. He was wearing solid green pajamas with (I thought) a silly-looking green nightcap on.

The explanation never came, because at that point, someone pounded so hard on the door I thought it would break open. The woman clung to her son, who looked petrified.

"Jenny, I know you're in here! Open up, NOW!"

I sighed and got up.

"You're not actually going to go to him, are you?" The man asked disbelievingly.

"I have to. If I don't, he may hurt you guys," I whispered so he wouldn't hear.

"But-!" The woman tried to object.

"Look, you seem like a really nice family," I looked at all of them. "I don't want you mixed up in this."

With that, I walked to the door, took a deep, shuddering breath, and opened it.

Yeah, short, I know. This whole story isn't going to be too terribly thrilling (well, the next chapter a little), but it's the pilot. It's always a little boring.

See you all in the next chapter? Maybe?