And Then He was Gone
By: CallxMexSenseixSenpaixSama
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
16 years of his life has passed now. Grumbling and complaining about how boring school was, Calvin walked up to his door. As tradition, he looked around cautiously and rang the doorbell. He cringed, expecting his old buddy to pounce him again. But the door never opened. He could hear no bounding footsteps. No claws scratching the floor. Not even the roar that Hobbes usually gave. He rang the doorbell again. Still no sign of him. Was this a trick of some sort? A trap? He poked his head in, and looked all ways before setting foot in the house. Taking off his shoes carefully, he tiptoed down the hallway. Silence filled the house. Where was he? A pan was sizzling on the stove.
"MOM! I'M HOME!!" he called. Hobbes hadn't appeared still. "MOM! WHERE'S HOBBES?!"
"HE'S IN YOUR ROOM, LIKE YOU LEFT HIM THIS MORNING!" she informed him. Her head appeared. "Why?"
Ignoring her, Calvin scrambled upstairs. Was Hobbes sick? He should've called him out of school! Opening the door, he asked, "Hobbes, are you sick?" No answer. "Hobbes?" He was there on the bed. But something was strange... Just something. He couldn't describe what was so different. "Hey, Hobbes?" He prodded him, expecting him to yawn and then pounce him. "Hobbes?" Panic overwhelmed him. Carrying him, he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "MOM! MOM! HOBBES IS SICK! CALL THE DOCTOR! NO, WAIT! THE VET! CALL THE VET!"
As he shouted these things, his mom stared at him. It dawned upon her slowly as she realized what was wrong. "Honey, dear... Hobbes isn't sick. He's just not real anymore."
"What?!"
"You're 16 now, honey. You have to accept that Hobbes is a doll."
Calvin stared at Hobbes. Hobbes was a doll? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he always knew this, but his childhood imagination made him more than just a doll. He was his closest and best buddy. His comrade, his partner, his one friend that never left him. Hands trembling, he realized that he was a teenager now. He couldn't help but cry. Wiping his tears, he hugged Hobbes. "I guess I should put him away, then..." he cried.
Hobbes was always there for him. They had their fights, they had their sabotages against Susie and they both trembled in their bed as the monsters whispered to them. And then he was gone.