AN: Ah, man. I would've uploaded this a lot sooner but I went to go see my new-born baby sister (she was born today, say length and weight as me-creepy, eh?). She looked like a gremlin. XD But, enough excuses. Back to buisness.
Okay, okay, I know it's probably been a while since anyone saw an actual PepSquee story, and that's okay (I don't even expect anyone to read this, since PepSquee appears to have gone out of "fashion", per say), but keep in mind that this is not HARDCORE MAN LOVINGS. I'll write that some other time. This is instead age-appropriate, sometime-after-the-comic PepitoxSquee. Though, for mature themes, such as rape, kidnap, violence, and possible swear words, this will indeed be labelled 'M'. Enough of my shittery. Let's get this party stared, shall we?

Bound and Gagged

Prologue: Pepito

He's gone.

The violet sky of dusk hangs lifeless over the cold, frozen landscape as I sit perched in this tree, wondering if he will ever be home again. The tree is dead—leafless and craggly with stale wood and long branches like arms; a sad sight, all in all. That is the reason that I have chosen it as my waiting seat, for it is sad and as am I.

I come and I sit on my delicate branch all day, everyday; waiting…and waiting…and waiting… In rain, sleet, or snow, you will find me here, waiting for his return.

In this rain, sleet, and snow, however, my mother protests. "Come inside!" She pleads. "I can make you hot chocolate, and we'll cuddle up on the couch!"

But that sounds too happy to me. I rather like hot chocolate and cuddling up on the couch with Mommy. And why should I go about, happy and warm, when I've not an idea if he's happy and warm as well? And, though I refuse, my stubborn mother has brought me a mug of hot chocolate; though mostly just to keep my little hands warm. No longer do I feel the warmth of plaster on my gloved hands, so I drop the mug to the ground, hearing the soft 'crnch'as it hits the thick blanket of snow below.

He's been gone for so long. I can't help but wonder why—why I've sat perched in my tree for so long.

Though, I wonder a lot of things up here in my tree; Is he okay? Where is he? What is he doing? What is he thinking? Is he scared, happy content, horrified, etc? But, out of everything, I have to wonder why.

Everyone else does, too, it seems.

Though, people often ask themselves that very same question multiple times within their pathetic lives. And many times have we all wondered the same simple question in the days following his disappearance.

The last drop of twilight slowly slides with the sun and below the horizon line; thus, I am swallowed in darkness.

With a small sigh, I hop from my tree to the thick blanket of snow and land with ease. The sound of the icy ground crunching beneath my feet is a comforting one.

I dig the cold mug from its place in the snow after seeing that it has sunk a bit in the slushy winter and start on my way to the house. Hopefully, mother won't (will) be worried about me being out so late. I know how she gets, but she's my Mommy—it's her job.

Maybe, when I get home, I shall allow myself another small cup of hot chocolate. Perhaps I'll even curl up next to Mommy on the couch to watch a movie together. After all, I can't go toofar into my depression. I need to stay strong, so I might find him.

And, as I see my lovely abode in the distance through the thick darkness of the night's new moon, I can't help but wonder but one more thing…

Where in the world is little Todd Casil?

I swear that the actual chapters will be much longer, and much better than this peice of crap. 3 Enjoy this as much as you can, though, I suppose. :D See you next time!