When tomorrow came around, Kyle was less than relaxed. He had to restrain himself from going to the other teen's house many times in the middle of the night, and even resorted to locking himself in his room. Fanboy would be fine, he assured himself, as he had promised. Yet, in the morning, all thoughts of him had left Kyle's mind. Kyle opened his eyes, and the red, fuzzy numbers on his clock slowly came into view. It was eight fifty. Kyle shot up in bed with a yelp and scrambled downstairs, frantically trying to pull on his shirt and pants at the same time. He passed his sweater and cape by, instead grabbing a dark red short sleeved shirt. He tried and failed to comb his hair as he ran, as his hair only tangled up when the wind blew it. He gave up on the comb and popped a dry biscuit in his mouth. It was almost a week old, but it was all he had.

Kyle choked down his "breakfast" with a drink from the water fountain then burst into the classroom just as the bell would have sounded. It was quiet; the room was empty. Kyle looked around, slightly confused. "Did you forget what day it is?" The Necronomicon asked from his bag.

"It's Saturday, isn't it?" Kyle sighed deeply and stepped out into the hall. "If you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"It looked like you had it handled." Kyle passed Fanboy's locker and stopped. It was slightly dented. If he knew Kyle had come to school on the wrong day, he would never let him live it down. Though, he could play it off like he was planning a prank or something. Fanboy enjoyed things like that.

As Kyle passed the playground fence, he saw an older boy sitting on the jungle gym. He looked to be about fifteen, and had brown hair. He turned his head and smiled, though Kyle could not remember meeting him ever. Maybe he was just friendly. Kyle waved and kept walking. The boy jumped down from the equipment. "Kyle, wait!" Kyle froze. He knew that voice. He turned, slightly in shock. Now that he was closer, Kyle could tell. Those were his eyes, and there was a dark bruise on his forehead.

"Fanboy?" Kyle's eyes went wide. "You look... like a different person." Instead of the usual green and purple garb, he was in a light blue t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare. "I didn't know it was you."

"I told you to call me Tobias." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "It's the only thing that doesn't remind me of... He never called me by my real name."

"No one's ever called you by your real name," Kyle commented off handedly.

"Well, the whole point of a secret identity is no one knows who you are when you're a hero!"

"You ninny," Kyle slapped his hand to his forehead. "Everyone's going to know it's you! If you disappear at the same time "Tobias" shows up—"

"That's a great idea, Kyle!" Tobias shouted suddenly. "I'll make him disappear. Fanboy is dead, just as his sidekick is laid to rest. Only I remain. I am Tobias." He sounded sad, but also like he was playing some kind of game. He just did not grasp the severity of what he was saying. In a way, he had succeeded in killing himself, or at least he would on Monday when he showed up like this.

"...Are you sure?" Kyle whispered quietly. The person he was looking at seemed so strange. They had never actually done any real heroic deeds, but they were like the town's mascots. What would they do without their heroes?

"Of course I'm sure!" Tobias snapped. "I'm too old to do this anymore. I'm too old to play dress up and pretend to be something I'm not. I'd rather be like everyone else and not dress up while I pretend to be something I'm not." he smiled sadly. "So what do you say? Wanna hang out with me instead of Fanboy?" He stuck his hand through the fence, and Kyle seemed to notice it for the first time.

"Sure..." Kyle grabbed Tobias's hand and shook it as much as the fence would allow.

They did not do anything at first. Mainly they walked down the sidewalk, talking. Tobias actually seemed human. As much as he hated to admit it, all he had seen when he looked at Fanboy was the mask and cape, and never gave any thought to the fact that he might have actual feelings aside from happy and "I want to annoy Kyle". "You see," Tobias said, "No one liked me, so I became someone else. The funny thing is, no one liked that me, either, except Chum Chum."

That's not true, Kyle thought, I kind of liked Fanboy as Fanboy.

"Hey!" Tobias cried and pointed. "Want to get some... Ice cream?" he had been about to suggest a frosty freezy freeze, as the truck was parked right on the curb, but Kyle supposed he was not ready. It was their signature drink, but it was also his favorite.

"Do you want one?" Kyle asked, "I'll buy it for you." Tobias nodded, but he looked sad even though he was smiling. Kyle grabbed his arm. "Let's go. It'll be fun!"

"Wait," Tobias said, "I don't think Chum would like that... They were always our thing. You can get one if you want, but I don't think I will."

"Oh... I don't actually care for them myself. I thought it would cheer you up."

"Maybe I don't want to be cheered up." Tobias mumbled. "I want... I don't know. I'm having fun, I guess. Yeah, I'll get one if it will make you happy." They walked up to the truck. "Pink or blue?" Tobias asked himself.

"We got a purple," Lenny was running the truck that day. "Just came in."

"How about that, Fan — I mean, Tobias? You told me once how you have trouble deciding."

"...Blue." he said irately. His mood had unexpectedly gone south. Lenny handed him the drink, and he forked up a dollar. He slammed it on the truck's counter and turned away.

"What about you?" Lenny asked. Kyle shook his head and followed Tobias.

"What was that for?" Kyle asked and grabbed Tobias's shoulder. He spun him around.

"It's not fair!" Fanboy shouted. Tears ran down his cheeks, and his nose was running. He sniffed and ran his arm across his face. "How could they come out with a new flavor right after —?" His voice cracked, and his breath hitched. He snorted and sobbed loudly. Kyle patted his back, trying his best to console him. He seemed more like himself when he was talking about the younger boy; when he thought about it, Fanboy's world revolved around helping others, even if the reason was to get praise, but he always went out of his way to spoil his sidekick.

"Hey," Kyle said gently and grabbed Fanboy's upper arms. Despite what he said, that was the only way Kyle could think of him. "Fanboy."

"I told you to call me Tobias!" Fanboy snapped.

"But that's not who you are!"

"Yes it is!" Tobias snapped, "You don't know who I am! You can't possibly understand how I feel! I lost my best friend! Thanks for the drink, Kyle. I'm going home." he jerked out of Kyle's grasp and started down the sidewalk. Kyle sighed and headed toward his home in the opposite direction.

AN: My evidence for his name being Tobias is the FB&CC wiki page, where it cites that he wrote that as his name when he and Chum Chum are writing letters to each other when Mr. Mufflin separates them.

The rampant title changes are due to the fact that I am a perfectionist, and it might change again, so I'm sorry about that. (I'm not allowed to wrap Christmas presents because I take too long)

The next chapter will be about Kyle and Sigmund, and it will be purely speculation because I don't have any leads as to the reason they stopped being friends. I have a theory that will be stated in Chapter 3.