Again...Another short series...I have no idea if I wanna continue this...cause this chap be . But I just needed the plot bunny to DIE. And it kinda did...but now I have a bigger plot. =w= If ya like this story...even if just one person does, I'll continue it.
Arthur Kirkland had never in entire life thought that he would live such a shitty life until today. First of all he got fired from the job he has been at for at least 10 years. Second and probably most important at all, once he got home he realized he ran out of tea. HE RAN OUT OF TEA. He didn't have alcohol to replace it either. The sadness of having a drinking problem.
Thirdly he was starting to see things. Not like he never did before but that is beside the point. Like after he arrived home he could of have sworn he say the tiny wings of a baby angel. Though stress might have caused him to see things. It happens dammit.
He sighed as he drank his store bought tea in a bottle. Bottle tea sucked. Especially PLASTIC bottles. Like Ew.
"I have to find a job…" He said to himself, running a hand through his hair. "Mum is getting sicker and Peter is starting to grow taller…" He sighed again, reaching for his bottle tea. And felt air instead of plastic.
He looked over and his eyes widened. On his kitchen table was an angel. Granted a baby angel, but an angel nonetheless. The angel drank his bottle tea happily, swinging his tiny legs. Arthur rubbed his eyes and then did the most obvious thing ever. He poked the angel. With a fork. The angel squeaked in surprise nearly falling off the table. Arthur steadied him quickly and frowned.
The angel looked up at him, tears in his eyes. "That wasn't very nice Arthur!" The angel pouted angrily. Arthur blinked in surprise as the angel flapped his wings and came face to face with Arthur. "That is no way to treat your Guardian Angel, mister!"
Arthur gaped at the angel and fell back into his seat, fainting dead. The angel looked surprised and then quickly flew over to the fainted Arthur. "Wah! Arthur! Please wake up! I'm Sowwy!" The angel cried, quickly getting a bowl of water and then throwing the whole thing, bowl and water at Arthur.
Arthur gave a loud shout of pain and cursed loudly. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He shouted angrily. The angel smiled sweetly at him.
"Cause Arty~You went to sleep when I was gonna tell you my name~" The angel told him sweetly. One of Arthur's thick caterpillar eyebrows twitched in anger.
"And do tell what your name is." He gritted out. The angel smiled wider and pointed a tint thumb to himself.
"Alfred F. Jones at your service!" The baby angel told him proud fully. "And I am here to help you out of your troubles until they are all solved!"
Arthur couldn't have seen this coming even with his best black magic.