The First Fight: Part 1
A/N: This will be the first story with my new character, Abbigail. By the way, this story is NOT the fanfiction about her backstory, since it has Mr. Peabody in it. I will put that one up after I am finished all the other stories I have already started. FYI; I have NOT abandoned my other 2 stories, I have just been sidetracked with STEM fair and other school projects. I will return with the next part of the story. Well, enough with this long intro. I hope you all like OC as much as I do! I thought about what it would be like to be in the movie like I usually do (Don't ask…) when I thought of this character. She would really be great in the movie, if I could work with DreamWorks. I will soon make a story that mainly talks about her backstory. Enjoy!
Mr. Peabody and Abbigail walked into the penthouse through the elevator. Looking very mad, Abbigail threw her backpack on the floor and flopped on the couch. Mr. Peabody calmly walked over to his 4-year-old daughter and sat by her. "Honey, do you want to talk about what happened at school?" he asked, with a worried look on his face. "No, but I'm guessing you want me to talk about it anyway, right?" she replied. "Not necessarily." He answered. "You don't have to tell me right now-." "But you still want me to tell you." She said, interrupting and annoying her father.
Mr. Peabody sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew it wouldn't be easy for his little girl to adjust to going to preschool every day. Abbigail liked to spend every second of the day with her dad and brother, Sherman. (Mostly Mr. Peabody.) It was a struggle for him to finally get her to go to school. Abbigail had a massive case of separation anxiety a long time ago, in which she went everywhere with Mr. Peabody. Mr. Peabody was the only one that could really keep her calm, so it was very tough. After a long 3 months of counseling, she was finally able to start school without getting really scared of Mr. Peabody leaving her.
After a month of school, Abbigail started to complain about how no one really liked her there, since she was different. Peabody knew this would happen, considering she was part human, part dog. He tried to tell her that things would get better, and that he would always be there for her, physically and mentally (since he could relate to her since he was a do too).
"Abby, it is very rude to interrupt people when they are trying to speak." He said, in a stern, yet gentle, voice. "You interrupt me all the time." Abbigail responded, sitting up. "Only when it feels right, meaning I only do it when you over exaggerate something." He said. "Oh, please!" she said, rolling her eyes. This action got to Mr. Peabody very quickly, and he was very surprised by this. He was a very reasonable dog, but he'll speak what feels is right, within his heart and mind. "Excuse me, young lady?" he said, standing on top of the couch. "I don't know where this disrespect came from, but you need to show some respect to others."
"You don't respect me!" she yelled. She was really starting to get annoyed with her father. He always acted like he knew what she had to do in life. "I have my own life, dad! I don't need you!" she thought as the two stared at each other. "I give you respect every day, so don't tell me I don't respect you!" he exclaimed, starting to walk towards Abby.
"You don't even-"she said before her father put his paw up. "I don't want to hear it, young lady! I am furious with you," he yelled. "That is exactly what I am talking about! You won't even let me talk!" Abbigail said, standing up on the couch. "Abby, don't stand on the furniture." he said. "You do it all the time! You're doing it right NOW!" she yelled, pointing to him.
"I will ask you again, stop standing on the couch." He said, sternly. "And what are you going to do about it?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Get off or you are grounded, young lady." He said, putting his paws on his hips as well. "Ground me, I don't care. Life sucks, anyway." She said. Those were the last words Abby got out before the next action that would take place. That's when Mr. Peabody snapped. He lost control and slapped Abby in the face. "HOW DARE YOU DEFIE ME!" he yelled. Then, he realized what he just did. First, he lost his temper. Then he physically harmed his OWN child, slapping her, which made her fall to the ground. Lastly, he raised his voice to a level which would scare the living daylights out of any child. He immediately felt the guilt and regret eat at his heart.