It was morning, now, the sun shining blearily through dark clouds down on the aslyum's favorite little patient.
He looked up at the sun and smiled crookedly; a habit, he'd learned, that seemed to be contagious.
"Look, Schmee." he whispered. "It's the sun. It's morning."
"Mm." Schmee replied noncommittedly. "I see that. Not a wink of sleep, again, Todd. At this rate, you'll go crazy for real."
Todd blinked.
"Then..." he mused softly, "If I went crazy for real, would they let me go? Because I came here when I wasn't crazy, so if I was, they'd let me go?"
Schmee laughed harshly. "Don't count on it." he snickered.
Suddenly, a thought came to Todd's mind. His eyes widened in horror and his entire body went stiff as a board. He clawed at his own hands ferverently and little beads of sweat popped up on his forehead.
"Schmee!" he hissed worriedly. "It's morning!"
"Yes, Todd. We've been through this before. Sunshine means morning. Remember our little talk?" Schmee said sardonically, throwing Todd a sideways look.
"No, no," Todd shook his head desperately, "Sunshine means-"
Before he could finish, there was a loud tapping at the metal door and a harsh voice shouted, "Come get yer slop!"
Schmee's eyes slid over to the door, his arms crossed.
"Oh. Right. The pudding." he muttered sarcastically. "How could I forget?"
"Uh..Uh..." Todd was shaking now, then he dashed over to grab the bear, upon which the other boy vanished. "SAVE ME SCHMEE!" he shrieked in terror, sprinting back to his safe corner and cowering with the bear clutched in his hands.
Under the doorflap, as though feeding a dog, a small bowl of what appeared to be brown pudding was shoved.
Todd let loose the high-pitched 'Squee!' sound he'd once been nicknamed after, and scuttled as close to the wall as he possibly could.
"When are you going to stop being so afraid of the fucking pudding?" Schmee asked, suddenly by his side. "It's pudding. Get over it."
"It's eeevill..." Todd hissed back. "Don't be so loud, Schmee...you'll wake it up."
"We've been over this, Todd. The pudding doesn't-"
Suddenly, as if on cue, the glop inside of the bowl leaped up and pointed at Todd menacingly.
"Alright!" it shouted, its 'finger' dripping pudding all over the padded floor. "YOU! Get over here and fight me, ya wuss!"
Todd shrieked again. "It's awake!" he wailed, hiding his face in Schmee's bear-body. "HIDE ME, SCHMEE!"
Schmee sighed exapseratedly and face-palmed. "Todd-"
The glop laughed, interrupting Schmee again, and put its 'hands' where its hips would be. "You're too chicken, is that it, ya little sissy? Get over here!"
Todd mumbled intelligbly, babbling something about monsters and saving. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his face still buried in Schmee's bear-stomach.
Schmee looked at Todd sideways, then sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright." he said finally. "If it'll get you to shut up, I'll defeat this pudding for you. Okay?"
Todd nodded and went back to mumbling.
There was a squelch, a squeal and a plop!, and then silence. Schmee tapped Todd on the head.
"Alright." he said again. "It's okay. You can come out now."
Todd peeked out from over his arm to see if he was telling the truth. The pudding was now a mess on the metal door, smeared all over it as though painted. He sighed in relief and allowed himself to relax, turning to Schmee with a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Schmee." he hugged the bear. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Schmee nodded sagely and looked out the window.
"You'd go insane." he replied, his tone filled with grim humor and fact.
A/N: Yeah. Pretty much, you just make up a crazy kind of title and go with it. Just…just go with it.
