This will be such a cute chapter! Hope you all like! :D
Fatch panted slightly, pressing up against the wall and allowing himself to slide to the cold, unforgiving ground of Scare School. It had to be at LEAST an hour since he started searching, and so far he'd found nothing at all. Zip. Zero. Zilch. And it was seriously making him depressed as well.
Flippy meant so much to him. He'd had it since he was little... it was the first meaningful gift Dusk had ever given him. Flippy had been there with him through the good and the bad times. Through thick and thin. And Fatch couldn't picture what his life would've been like without the beloved stuffed bear.
To be honest, without Flippy there to sooth him, Fatch would be even more depressing than he knew he already was. It was just a fact. He was a cold, depressing person and he probably needed therapy (but Flash help ANYONE who tried to get him to go SEE a therapist). But since he DID have Flippy, he DID have the strength to keep going. No one would think a silly little bear would do this much for a tough, powerful vampire like himself. No one would think Fatch needed something like Flippy so badly, but he did.
' Which is why I can't give up now... ' He thought, his determination surging back in his like a feeling of sudden strength. Raising to his feet, he decide he could try looking in the history room. He often found himself wondering in there when he had free time, as he loved watching the aquatic life. Especially the sea monster. He loved how everyone feared that thing, and yet he was really just a big marshmallow.
Yes. He knew the sea monster was really friendly. At first he didn't, but after some time he caught Casper feeding it intestine shaped cookies, and talking to it like it was a pet. Obviously the sea monster wasn't dangerous at all. And besides; even if he was, Fatch wasn't afraid of it. He could EASILY take it down.
Taking a sharp turn and walking into the history lab, Fatch took a look around, truly enjoying the darkness. He was unsure why, he just assumed it was because he was a vampire, but he always saw better in the dark. If one were to watch him, it would appear that his crimson eyes were glowing, piercing through the night.
Crawling under Ms. Hopper's desk, he began to wonder what he'd be like without Flippy. How he'd cope through the night without him. Again, he's had Flippy since he was little. How would he ever sleep again knowing that his childhood friend was gone? He... he didn't even think it was possible. He didn't even want to THINK it was possible. He LOVED his Flippy plushie. It was one of the most treasured things in his life.
' What if I CANT find him...? ' He thought grimly, stopping his search and sitting down, pulling his knees close. ' What if the sea monster ate him...? What if Alder and Dash confiscated it...? Wh-what if Septimus snuck in somehow and burnt him to a crisp?! ' Fatch buried his face into his hands, truly feeling like a helpless little child again. His depressing thoughts bombarding his brain, making him feel utterly insignificant once again. ' ... U-utterly... ' He thought sadly, this sentence bringing something to the front end of his brain. ' ... Insignificant... '
The child sniffled, shortly after blowing his nose into a soft tissue. Today had been a tough day at school. Despite the face Dean and his group of thugs were gone, people were still treating him like an insect. However, it was considerably better than it was with Dean around, so he wasn't complaining. The worst it got was in gym class, where he was a target for dodgeball or a hockey puck. Which was the case here. He got hit in the nose with a dodgeball.
Since gym was the last class of his day, and actually got hit at the very end of class, he zipped home as swiftly as he could to get cleaned up. He personally found this mess quite peculiar, as he never got a nose bleed. NEVER.
Blowing his nose once more, he quickly discarded the fabric, his nose actually beginning to burn a bit. ' It's official. ' He thought glumly. ' Today SUCKS. ' And only an hour before everyone came home too.
What could he do to cheer himself up? He felt stupid for ever thinking he should give up in life, and now searched for ways to keep himself calm and collected. Creeping upstairs, he slowly made his way to his room, twisting the knob and quickly hopping onto his bed. Maybe he should just relax in here for a while. Maybe even... yeah... reaching over to the left, the boy grabbed his stuffed bears left paw and pulled him into his lap.
Soon he made the bear stand, moving his fluffy arms up.
" You'd never hurt me, would you Flippy? "
" No Fatch, I would NEVER hurt YOU. "
Fatch giggled at the fact he threw his voice, making the bear seem like he was talking. Hugging him close, he soon rolled onto his side, unknowingly falling into a peaceful slumber.
A soft smile spread the vampires face as he remembered this memory, placing his arms to his sides. When he was 11 and got that stupid bloody nose and was left home alone, Flippy was the thing that cheered him up. The thing that gave him comfort. The thing that made him feel... happy.
' And I sure as HELL ain't gonna give that up. ' He mentally hissed, pouncing up. However, he forgot he was under the desk, and hit his head harshly on the desk. ' Gah fa-! ' He growled holding the wound and clenching his eyes and fangs shut. ' Well... that was stupid. ' Standing up much slower this time, making sure to crawl out from under the table, he shook his head, sighing to calm himself. ' But even hitting my head like an idiot won't stop me from finding Flippy. ' Taking one more breath, he started looking around again. Nothing was gonna stop him now.
' ... He should be back by now... ' Thatch thought, getting slightly worried. ' He's only gone THIS long when something's wrong. ' And that wouldn't be lying. As much as Thatch looked up to Fatch, he really DID bring trouble with him where ever he went. Turning to the still open dorm door, he began to debate wether or not he should go look for the prince. It would be dangerous, what with the gargoyles and the Nightwatchman. If he got caught, he could get suspended. Or worse... expelled. ' Mmm... I'll give him a bit longer. ' He mentally confirmed to himself. ' And if he's not back soon, I'll go look for him. '
Yayness! I love this! Happy sugar/caffeine filled day topped with no sleep!
... Yeah... if you didn't catch these hints, I'm not hyper at all. X3 Bonsoir!
