Hey, guys! So, this is my first WBB story! Beforehand, I would like to address some things right here and now.
Firstly, Grizz will be gay in this story. If you are a homophobe, or simply don't like that idea, then I apologize (but notice how he referred to the Burrito has a male entity, whilst sleeping with it and treating it like a lover. Just saying, haha. Also, this is sarcasm.)
Secondly, I've decided to make Ice Bear autistic. I find that Ice Bear has a slew of autistic traits, and as I am going to be tested very soon for it, I found him to be a character I can relate too.
Thirdly, I haven't proofread this, simply for the fact that I am tired. If any spelling/grammar errors are seen, I do apologize for it. I tend to write these rather hastily.
Finally, this story will be dark…at least at some points. Still want to have some humor in it, but expect a sort of combination. Now that we got that out of the way, enjoy the story!
"Hey, where is he? Why didn't he come back with you guys?"
"Kid, I'm…so, so sorry about this. He…he…"
"…No. He…he made it. He made it! Please...tell me he…"
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"PLEASE!" the brown bear cub jumped from his bed, which consisted of a few blankets on the floor, panting and sweating. He looked around the room, which had an orange glow to it. It was dawn. He lay back down, holding a paw to his heart as he felt it pump uncontrollably.
"GRIZZ!"
He looked to the entrance of the room, only to see two younger cubs. One was a panda, and the other was a polar bear.
He, the oldest, was sixteen. The panda, who they had named simply 'Panda', was twelve, and the youngest one, who preferred to be called 'Ice Bear', was eight.
He thought so at least. He'd have to ask.
Panda went to the bed, eyes filled with fear. Despite being the middle child, he seemed to be the most emotional.
"What happened? It sounded like you were in pain…"
"Ice Bear was having beautiful dream."
Grizz coughed, before patting both of their heads. "Don't worry, bros, I'm perfectly fine. Just a bad dream, that's all."
Panda sighed, while Ice Bear gave a small smile. "Thank god, you scared us to death!"
"Ice Bear feels no fear, but he was worried. Ice Bear will go make breakfast now."
With that, the bear left, going to do his morning routine. Both Grizz and Panda were shocked at the young bear's cooking skill. I mean, sure, he only knew how to make pancakes and French toast, but considering he was eight and, well, a bear, it definitely caught the two by surprise. They barely understood human food; or, human anything.
Panda looked toward the much larger bear, still pouting. "You can talk about it if you wanna. I get worried about you…"
At this, Grizz couldn't help but smile. He got up and hugged the panda, who of course accepted it.
"I'm just fine, little bro. Now go to the table, I'll be right there."
With that, the little panda trotted out. Grizz sighed, looking around the room. They had gotten so far, from being three orphans on the street at least.
Sure they lived in a pretty much empty cave, which had a barely functional toilet and no bathtub. But hey, it was better than a box outside.
He and Panda would sleep on the "bed", while the youngest one slept in a little freezer. They had no cabinets, desks, or tables. They kept the breakfast food next to their little electric hot-plate, which they kept near an outlet on the wall. They used that to cook.
There was all but a single bowl and whisk, which was cleaned by using the bathroom sink. The rest were plastic plates and silverware.
Either way it was great. Now they had a roof to sleep under during the winter, which was coming pretty soon. Being the oldest, he was usually the one working all the time. Today, he would have to swab the floors at the "On the Go FroYo" shop located in the city. From there, he had to run errands for Mrs. Helen, who lived next to the Johnson's house where he'd rake leaves.
Grizz most definitely didn't get paid a lot for it, being a bear and all, but at the very end it was cash.
Plus, Ice Bear's birthday was coming up. They had each chosen a day of the year to celebrate, since they don't know their biological ones, and the young polar bear chose November 19th; three days from now.
Ice Bear, doing his own work (which neither him nor Panda knew details about), was able to get Grizz a freezer-full of salmon, which they still had stored (which resulted in Ice Bear always smelling like fish). He had also gotten Panda a type-writer (again, no idea how he does it), in which he absolutely adored.
The two older bears thought it would only be fair to get their little brother something great, since Ice Bear most likely stole those items, thus putting himself at risk for them.
*growl*
But first, Grizz would need to eat. And those fresh pancakes on the stove smelled like heaven had kissed the tip of his nose.
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Panda sat on the bed, typewriter at hand and his youngest next to him. Grizz had gone off to work for them, leaving the two alone.
Ice Bear was notably smaller than the rest, due to the fact that big animals like them had huge growth spurts. Grizz was around five feet and six inches, while Panda was at four-feet and nine inches. Ice Bear was only four-foot-four.
Of course, they both knew that by the time they were older, Ice bear will be even bigger than the two of them. Ice Bear was a polar bear, after all.
But for the time being, he was the youngest and the smallest. And Panda smirked inwardly as he rested his elbow atop the transparent furred head. Ice Bear didn't mind, of course, knowing that his siblings would never look down on him in such a way outside of good-mannered play. He simply held a poker face as he looked onward at what Panda was writing.
The black-and-white bear was typing a story; a love story, actually. It was something about a girl who meets a guy; they fall in love, and one of them dies or something. For a twelve year old like Panda, the piece wasn't half bad.
But Ice Bear can do better he thought, his ego always being rampant in his thoughts.
"And…done! Phew, finally got it finished! Thanks for the elbow support, little bro" Panda said, ruffling the bear's fur.
"Ice Bear is happy for you."
Panda cracked his knuckles, before lifting the heavy typewriter up and putting it off the bed.
"How did you get that thing, by the way?" Panda asked the polar bear, who simply looked at him.
"Ice Bear cannot tell."
"Oh, c'mon, I can keep a secret!"
"Two can keep a secret. If one of them is dead."
Panda's eyes widened before he chuckled. Ice Bear was always saying silly stuff like that, and they all had grown use to the polar bear's awkward behavior.
They both had recalled a time where, at a local vet, they were told that he had a "mental disorder". The doctor's mentioned something about how "it would be called autism for a human". Of course, neither Grizz nor Panda gave a crap about this 'autism' thingy. They were just surprised at finding out that there was a name for their little brother being…well, himself.
They didn't tell Ice Bear about this, however. They wanted to, but they thought that it would make the polar bear feel embarrassed or sad, and they didn't want that.
They wanted Ice Bear to stay being Ice Bear, and so the topic was simply dropped, as if it never happened. Thing is, Panda couldn't help but wonder how Ice Bear would act had he been born normally-"
W-What am I talking about?! Ice Bear's fine the way he is; he's perfectly normal…but… the bear pondered…how exactly would Ice Bear act if he didn't have this 'disorder' thing.
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"Why are you staring at Ice Bear?"
Panda blinked, and immediately looked at something else. "N-Nothing…"
Ice Bear shrugged, and got up from his spot on the blanket-bed. He picked up his axe, and trotted off to the living room.
Panda was left alone. He heard the freezer open and shut, showing that his little brother went into it. He wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.
"Hmm…what to do…"
Soon, a mischievous smile went on the Asian bear's face. This is gonna be good…
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Grizz panted, letting the rake fall to the grass below him. All of the leaves were finally raked, leaving a big pile of them by a tree.
"Oh, thank you so much, Grizzly!" Mrs. Johnson called out, sitting with her wife Mrs. Connoly on the porch. "You really have been a big help!"
Grizz grinned widely, calling out to them "Anytime! I'm happy to help!"
As Grizz picked up the rake, he couldn't help but notice two boys walking by the house. They stopped in front of it, calling out "Hey, dykes! Ha ha!"
The two boys high-fived each other, before continuing to walk away. That is, until they felt something heavy on their shoulders.
"Hey! Why are you being so mean?" the brown bear asked, the two teenagers looking back at him. They were around the same height.
"Yeah sure, like we're going to say sorry to a bunch of fags."
Mrs. Connoly got up, straightening her lavender skirt. "Grizz, just come back sweetie! Don't worry about them."
The brown bear looked back at them before snorting, and trotting off.
"Yeah, go back to your dykes, you mangy freak!"
Grizz specifically didn't like this comment. And as the boys began walking off, Grizz ran back to the front yard.
He picked up the rake, and trotted off toward the boys.
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"Thanks for the extra fifty, Mrs. Johnson! Tell Molly I said hi! And I promise to buy you a new rake!" the young bear called out as he walked away from the house, making sure to walk over the blood on the pavement, a blemish from his recent endeavors.
He had already mopped the Frozen Yogurt place, and ran the errands for Ms. Helen. This meant that he could go home for the day. After about six or seven hours of labor, he had gotten around a hundred bucks.
A lot of people always felt bad for him, what with the poverty and all. Plus, he had become great friends with both the Johnson's (and Connoly), and Ms. Helen, who just so happened to be very wealthy. He had to admit, if it weren't for their generosity, he and his brothers would still be on the streets. Hell, Mrs. Johnson was the one who recommended looking around the area where he found the cave.
He knew that, one way or another; he would confront the boys he had attacked today. He almost broke one of their noses, so it wouldn't be long until either his parents come, or his other friend's gang up on him. It isn't like he couldn't fight. As a matter of fact, he could annihilate nearly anyone who confronted him.
He recalled a particular fight, in which he swiftly broke his perpetrators' arms and legs, leaving him in the forest. It had been a few months ago, and he honestly didn't even know if the guy was still alive.
Not like he cared. He tried raping a girl and he was caught red-handed by him. He had returned the girl to her home safely, and was treated with a nice dinner and a few hundred bucks from the family.
Grizz had to admit; as good as it was to get paid, he was glad to help others. It made him feel important to someone other than his bros. Like he had some meaning. Like, imagine if he wasn't there to rescue that girl? Or there to push a baby carriage away from the truck?
Now that he thought about it, he had done many good deeds for other people, and it made him smile. He liked making people happy. He liked having the humans pet his head. It made him feel loved.
Before he knew it, Grizz was at the entrance to the cave. I really need to get a door for that he thought, feeling the afternoon breeze roll inside the cave.
"Hey, bros? I'm home!"
At this, the freezer practically flew open, and out came a little polar bear, running to his brother with an axe in his jaws.
"Ith Bear mithd you" he called out, hugging his eldest brother's side. His stumpy white tail wagged behind him, and Grizz could have sworn he saw the smallest smile on his face. Damn the bear for being such a doll.
He looked to see Panda coming out of the room, and he smiled. "Hey, Grizz! How was the day?"
"It was…interesting. These butts earlier today called the Johnson's 'dykes', so I clobbered them with her rake" Grizz pondered, scratching his neck.
"Eh, they deserved it."
"Ice Bear would have hit them with his axe. The sharp end."
Grizz fluffed the transparent fur on his head, saying "Icy, you would have wrecked them!"
Both Grizz and Panda saw Ice Bear lay down on the floor, yawning loudly. "Ice Bear is tired. Place him in freezer."
Without a word, Grizz picked up the bear, feeling his muzzle against his neck. Ice Bear loved cuddling for some unknown, adorable reason.
He placed him in the freezer next to the fish, and Ice Bear never looked more peaceful. Panda got his axe, and put it inside the freezer with him, knowing that it would be seen between his youngest brother's arms the next morning. They would have told him good-night, but the polar bear was known for sleeping pretty much on queue.
Grizz and Panda, both tired, trotted off to their blanket-bed, which was admittedly cold due to the lack of windows or doors in their cave.
Panda snuggled next to Grizz, who simply held him close. He kissed Pan-Pan's forehead, and rested his head on a pillow. Admittedly, Grizz felt uneasy about the event that happened today. He had a gut feeling that it would come bite him in the behind.
At this point, though, he didn't care too much. He was simply tired.
"Goodnight, Pan-Pan…"
"Goodnight Grizz…"
Panda closed his eyes, feeling his older brother's chest heave up and down as he breathed.
He smiled.
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And that's chapter one! Hope you guys liked it! Remember to leave a review! Also, did anyone else get the Pretty Little Liars comment during the story? I've actually never watched it, I don't know if I should, haha. The theme song is great, though.
Until next time! Vague is out!