CHAPTER TWO: RAGNAROK ROCK

It had been seven whole hours since I decided to stop for a breather. I don't know how the fuck I had managed to stay in the same spot for seven hours and not do anything. The cops would've probably found me by now but I guess their retarded hick sheriff was more focused on probably burning them in some fire like a bunch of fucking dicks because we were outsiders. They never wanted us in this town in the first place. Hell, one of the gas people made it a big deal when he caught Burt stealing a Snickers bar. Apparently stealing a nougat filled chocolate bar was equivalent to murdering ten people. I was still scared shitless as I looked over my shoulder every two minutes. I was making silent crying sounds like the little pussy that I really was. It was fucking cold out, too. Why the fuck was it cold out in April?! Why do I feel the need to try and find a bigger coat in the woods of all fucking places?! I couldn't think right. It was like I drank ten more bottles despite not being able to drink anymore. Whatever, I don't give a fuck what I'm saying anymore. Maybe I do need to just die already. Give me the fucking skin virus. Fuck, maybe give me Lou Gehrig's disease!

Suddenly, I heard some kind of noise. Like somebody was stepping on a piece of wood. I quickly jumped up in alert mode in case a cop was right behind me, pointing his gun at me like a fucking abusive prick, just like that fucking piece of shit uncle of mine. His name is Bill. Bill was this guy who lost one MMA fight and thought suddenly he was this badass. My dad couldn't fucking stand him either. Every time Bill would challenge my dad to a fight just because Bill was a short tempered bald gray haired fat guy at thirty years old and would take every small thing seriously, my dad always whipped his ass. I know I could kick Bill's ass, too. Bill didn't really know any martial arts and was just a fucking fraud. And it's because of this that we never invited him to any family gatherings. Whenever he tried to show up at Christmas parties, he would pop in with the lightest beer in his hand and he would say in a douchy voice, "What's everybody drinking tonight?!" I don't know why, but it made me so fucking angry, but I'm getting off topic so I'll need to save this for a better time. Maybe I'll run into him on accident and then cry some more because he would be there.

So yeah, back to the noise I heard. I looked over behind me to see who was making that noise, thinking that a cop had found me. But it turned out to be something else. It wasn't even a human. It looked like one of those fucking weird monster puppets from Sesame Street. I know I got drunk last night, but I swear to god that I did not smoke anything funny. Grim never showed up with his famous bag of weed so I shouldn't be stoned.

The little creature walked over to me with a small grin on his face. His fur was yellow and his eyes looked funny.

"Hey there." it said in a funny cartoony like voice. "You doing okay?"

Normally if anybody said that, I would've gotten in their face and tell them off just for asking a stupid question, maybe even shove them on their fucking asses, but this was just a small innocent creature, so I couldn't be aggressive to a small living thing. I sighed and spoke to him. "Not really, bro." I said dully. Why the fuck was I calling him 'bro'?

"Why?" the creature asked me, walking over and sitting beside me. "What's going on? Are you running away from home?"

I let out a little anxious chuckle when he asked that. What the fuck was I going to tell this small puppet like creature? 'Oh yeah, my friends and I went to this cabin and got this virus and they all died and the cops are after me.' Yeah cause that was so normal and wouldn't scare the average person.

"You don't have to tell me right away." the creature suddenly said. Thank fucking god.

"I just don't know what I'm going to do now." I told the creature. "I can't go back home...I can't go anywhere..." I could feel myself about to cry again. Jesus, how many fucking times have I been crying this whole time?

"Not to worry, pal." the creature said. "I know a place where you can stay at for a little bit."

My eyes widened in excitement as I turned my head to face him. "Wait...you do?" I asked, trying not to sound that excited.

The creature nodded. "I do." he said, "But before I do, let me introduce myself and where I come from." he stood up and held out his tiny hand to me. "My name is Wembly. Wembly Fraggle."

Wembly Fraggle? Sounds like a pornstar name for Marcy if she ever would become one. God, I miss Marcy already.

I slowly extended my hand to him, but I shouldn't say I really did since he was so small but I managed to fit his hand into mine and slowly moved it up and down.

"The name's Jeff." I said to him. "Jeff Gordon. So uh...where can I exactly stay?"

Wembly grinned and jumped up and down a little bit like he was getting excited for some strange reason.

"The place you can stay is the greatest place ever on earth." Wembly pointed out. "That place is called..."

Wembly inhaled like he was taking a deep breath before exhaling in a loud pointless shout, "FRAGGLE ROCK!"

I raised a brow at that. "The fuck is Fraggle Rock?" I said with a little douchiness to my voice.

"Fraggle Rock is the place where dreams come true." was all Wembly told me before he started running off like some random faggot that tried to kiss Paul at a college party once.

"Hey, wait up, dude!" I shouted as I quickly got up and started running off in the direction Wembly went. Hopefully this wasn't a rouse that would end up with me getting shot to death by the cops. I hoped that I wouldn't be running into some kingdom ran by some stupid Indian twink. I don't know why I was trusting this random creature, but I felt like there was nothing to lose so I was following him. I hope that this wouldn't end up with me killing myself because of all these tiny creatures singing gay songs and trying to suck my dick at the same time. I hope this will be a great new experience. I only hoped so.