Hello! Have a (probably) unfinished story featuring my favourite historical figure from the movie and a precious time travelling boy!
I wrote this about a year ago
then I forgot about its existence
then I found it again!
So I decided to post it for the love of two of my favorite characters
Sherman stepped out of the WABAC and into the glare of the midday sun. He watched the red orb fade into the sun-baked sand dunes and headed in the direction of the palace. How had Penny convinced him to come back here? The two were doing a history project on Ancient Egypt and Tutankhamen, and since they had already met the guy himself they figured that they would have a head start on their research.
"Why can't you just go back and ask him stuff?" Sherman had whined.
Penny had rolled her eyes. "Because of what happened last time, remember? He might still want me to marry him. So awkward."
So, Sherman had found himself in Ancient Egypt again. This was going to be strange. Hey, maybe Tut had gotten friendlier since last time!
The boy approached the palace, preparing his questions. Maybe he could give him some more New York souvenirs in return for answers. Penny had better be thankful for this! Recognizing some familiar figures, he rushed up eagerly, quickly forgetting to be cautious.
"Hello there!" The hoard of servants whipped their heads around, startled by the voice. "Remember me? Just wondering if you would-"
"Hey!" Tut was standing on the back of some poor slave who was knelt on the floor. "You kidnapped my bride!"
"Uh…" Sherman gave a nervous laugh; Ay and a dozen other guards were slowly approaching him. "I didn't kidnap her, she kidnapped herself! Well, me and Mr. Peabody rescued her-"
"What are you waiting for, you idiots? Grab him!" Tut yelled, and the guards shot towards the small boy, seizing him in an instant.
With a tiny sliver of hope that the other boy would take pity on him, he shot him a pleading look. Tut returned it with a triumphant smirk as he signalled the guards to throw Sherman in the dungeon. Why did he ever think this was a good idea?
The boy waited, and waited. It seemed as though he was in the dark and cold for hours. What would Mr. Peabody do in this situation? While contemplating this, he was suddenly blinded by the sudden light that came flooding into the chamber. Sherman blinked his brown eyes and squinted at the approaching figure.
"King Tut! Have you come to let me out?"
The boy pharaoh smirked. "No. I just came to see your humiliation."
"Um, okay." Sherman shrugged. "Can you let me out now?"
"Quiet!" Tut demanded. "What are those two round things on your face?"
"They're just glasses." Sherman found it amusing that the king was so amazed by an ordinary pair of glasses. Tut raised an eyebrow.
"I want them."
"No way!" Sherman shielded his face protectively, scared that the guards would burst in any moment and steal them from him. "They're mine."
The other boy breathed in sharply. When was the last time anyone had defied him; the king of Egypt? He tried again, his tone dropping to (what he considered to be) a threatening growl. "Give them to me. Now."
Sherman was defiant. "Nope." He crossed his little arms. "Why should I listen to you?"
"Why?" Tut spluttered in disbelief. "I'm your king!"
"Not where I'm from you're not." Sherman said simply. "You're just a bully."
The pharaoh breathed out. It was so uncommon for anyone to speak out against him that he didn't quite know what to do. Without his guards and servants here with him, he was just a scrawny kid with a fancy headdress. He could just go and get the guards. So why did he not? He gave up on the idea of the glasses, tapping his bare foot on the cold stone floor.
"I still have more power than you. I have a gold beard and everything." Tut muttered, to which the other boy nodded.
"Yeah, I guess."
Tut thought about happy he had been when Penny literally fell into his world. She was enchanting and she liked him. More importantly, he enjoyed having the company of another child for a change.
Sherman then started asking him a barrage of questions at such a rapid speed that he could barely process them all.
"D'you go to school? What's your favourite food? Where'd you live? What's your dad like? Who's your best friend? What do-"
"Quiet!" Tut yelled. Why couldn't this kid be like all his slaves and just do what he was told? "What is a 'best friend', anyway?"
Sherman's eyes slowly widened. How could he not know what a best friend was? "A best friend, y'know! A friend who's like your favourite friend! Out of all your friends, who's your most special one?"
Tut just stared, the shorter boy's enthusiastic grin quickly fading.
"Don't you have any friends?"
The boy king thought about this question, tracing a line in the sand with his foot. "I suppose not."
"Wow, you must get real lonely."
Tut scoffed. "No I don't."
Sherman cocked his head, clearly unconvinced. "I'll bet you do. What about all those scary guys who chased after us?"
The young pharaoh shrugged. "They do whatever I want and Ay gives me advice about things, and the others, they just kinda carry me around. I wouldn't really call them friends."
"Oh." Tut was not much older than Sherman himself. He was just a kid, and Sherman couldn't imagine what life would be like without any friends whatsoever. It was strange how Tut could have anything he wanted yet he was still so lonely. To think that Sherman had been jealous of him. He looked up and smiled. "I'll be your friend!"
Tut frowned. "What?"
"I said, I'll be friends with you."
"Why would you want to do that?"
The small boy shrugged. "'Cause you're lonely? Even mean kings need friends." Sherman couldn't quite put his finger on why he wanted to befriend Tut, there was just something about knowing how he only had a few more years of life left which would be spent with barely any friends his age. It seemed sad. The bratty boy king was just, well, a boy. He was only a few years older than Sherman himself; at that previous time he couldn't be older than ten. It wasn't as if Sherman hadn't made friends with difficult people before either– Penny had bullied him on the first day of school, and the two were now close friends.
Tut's frown had begun to ease. The excitement was building inside, and he tried hard not to let it show too much. "Okay, fine. I'll be your friend, Sherman. On one condition."
"What's that?" The shorter boy grinned eagerly.
The pharaoh smirked. "You take me to that place with all the lights and the big green lady statue."
"New York?" Sherman gave a small groan. "Mr. Peabody might get mad…"
"Ugh." Tut turned away, arms folded crossly. "That's no fun, then. I barely spent any time there last time, I wanna go back!"
Sherman bit his lip. Well, it wouldn't hurt to take him on a little trip to the future, would it? "Okay, okay. I'll take you."
