Second part of this series. This one is focused on Once-ler and a five year old Helen. Based on this pic .com/post/21132771199 By Widdlez. Hope you enjoy!
Once-ler was created by Dr. Seuss.
"Norma are you sure you feel ok? You look a little green…" Once-ler was looking over at his wife with a worried expression on his face; the lady was dressed to go out, but did look green in the face.
"I'm fine Oncie, Cindy was sick today, but I'm sure I didn't get it. Now let's hurry and get going. You know Helen has been looking forward to this. It's her first party that she gets to go to." Norma said as she stood up, only to fall forward instead.
"Woah!" Once-ler caught her before she fell, but she looked even worse now "That's it. Let me help you change and you are going to bed." Once-ler sat her on the bed while he got her pajamas.
"No, Helen has been looking forward to this for weeks. And I won't let her go with just you." Once-ler came back to the bed and helped her undress, changing her into the cotton pajamas.
"Don't worry, we aren't going now. I do have a plan though so Helen is a little bit happy. You stay here and sleep. We'll just be downstairs. Get to feeling better ok?" Norma gave a small smile as Once-ler gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Ok, love ya." Norma whispered to him, finally giving in to the fact she was sick and snuggling under the covers to sleep.
"Love ya too flower-pot." With this he left the bedroom and walked down the stairs, tails flapping out behind him. He pulled his gloves out of his pocket and put them on as he walked. With a flick of his wrist his fake truffula tuff came out of the glove and he placed it in his lapel. He buttoned his jacket as he walked and straighten his tie, a plan already made in his head. Hands behind his back now, he made it to the bottom of the stairs, only to have his leg grabbed onto by a little someone.
"Hey sprout, can you let go of my leg? I might fall if you don't." Once-ler said, looking down at the little girl clinging to his leg.
"Where's Ma Daddy? Is she coming down now?" Once-ler picked Helen off of his leg and held her, moving to the couch and setting her on his lap.
"I'm sorry Helen, but Cindy was sick at the store today and it seems like whatever she had she shared with Ma. So we aren't going to the party now." Helen started to get that sad face, and almost started to cry. "No, no, don't cry! I have a plan. What's the one thing you really wanted to do at the party?" Once-ler panicked, not wanting her to cry. She sniffed, and answered.
"I wanted to wear my pretty dress and dance with you."
"Well, you are wearing your pretty dress." Once-ler gestured to what she was wearing, a yellow party dress with a light blue collar and bow. There were also frilly petticoats under the skirt, the same shade of blue, making it puffier than it normally was. "We also have a phonograph that plays music, and I'm here as well, so why don't we just dance here?" Helen's face light up at his idea.
"Really Daddy? Can we?"
"You bet! Just give me a few minutes to move some stuff around and find the record." Once-ler moved Helen off to the side of the room. "Now stay here while I move the stuff." Helen shook her head in agreement, and then watched her father move the furniture to the edges of the room. Then he moved to the phonograph and pulled a record out, setting on the machine and starting it up. Soon a ragtime tune was filling the air, upbeat and catchy. Once-ler moved to the hat rack and grabbed his top hat, then moved back to Helen. Bowing lowly first and then standing up, he placed his hat on his head and held a hand out.
"May I have this dance?" Helen giggled at how her father was acting, but then again she knew he was a funny man. She grabbed his hands, and he picked her up and spun her around, then placed her on his shoes and danced with her, leaning over so she was still touching the ground.
"What's this song called?" she asked and a while, loving the fast movement as they flowed back and forth to the beat.
"Well, I can't remember the name but it's by Scott Joplin. He was a ragtime player. Do you like it?"
"Yep!" Helen smiled up to him, glad to be dancing with him. The next song started, a slower waltz, and they continued to dance, this time following the three step pattern.
It was getting late by the time the record ended, and Helen had almost fallen asleep a number of times on Once-ler's feet. Smiling, he picked her up and headed upstairs, setting her down on her bed. He kissed her on her forehead, and then pulled the covers over her.
"Love ya sprout, sweet dreams." Once-ler left the room, wondering what he did to deserve such a wonderful daughter.
Warning for the next part, it will be Oncest, based off of Froggy-fran's version of oncest. There will probably be foul language, but that's just how Greed-ler roles.
