Yahar. ALLE ACHTUNG!

Things to say before you read this story. One, I am going to focus on writing stories outside the HTF genre, 'fatten the bloodline' of a few ff archives. I still will update HTF stories, just 'Expedition' and such will be my primary focus.

Second, Poll on my profile is open, new choices, more freedom to vote. I don't expect you to vote, but it's worth a try.

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Enjoy this chapter, read & review, preferably no flames but flames are accepted too.

Two days after the original meeting, Cuddles and Toothy had bonded well. They talked about movies, shows, songs on Cuddles's iPod, books, and etcetera. Cuddles had also adjusted to living with a scotophobic bogeyman in his closet.

On the third morning, He first peeped through the door, making sure Toothy wasn't there. He slowly stepped in, layed his clothes on the bed, took off the towel and changed into his soccer uniform. He opened the closet door slowly. "Toothy, I'm gonna open the door, do whatever you do to hide, or something." he cautions, before pushing the door open. He reaches in, takes his bookbag, closes the closet door with caution, then runs out the door to the community center.

Lumpy blew the whistle at the bickering tree friends. "Line up, I choose captains!" He hollers. He puts his hand on his chin, and points a finger at Mime. "You are captain of the red team. Uh..."-He points at The Mole-"You are captain of the green team. Flaky, you are on Mime's team, Disco, you are on The Mole's..." Cuddles anxiously waits for his name to be called. "...Cuddles, you are on The Mole's team." He leaps in the air for joy.

Less than four minutes into the game, Cuddles was on the bench. "Fighting is what everyone like about soccer on TV!" He hollers angrily at Lumpy, the referee. Lumpy blows the whistle at him, only to be hit in the head with a soccer ball. Cuddles laughs. "Idiot."

"I don't really think he's as you say, an idiot. Just unfortunate and ironic circumstances." comes a voice from below the stands.

"Who said that." Cuddles squeaked, slowly turning to face the stand.

"It is simply me, Toothy." Comes a chipper voice. Cuddles peers at the stand once again, and he sees the faint outline of Toothy's purple head in the dim shadow of the bleachers.

"What are you doing out here?" Cuddles shouts in a hushed tone.

"I was hiding in your bookbag when you left, so I left with you as a consequence." He explains.

"I thought you had problems with light!"

"As long as I am in shade, I seem to feel alright. No burns." He exclaims to Cuddles.

"Interesting game, this soccer... Don't you believe it should be called football?" Toothy asks. Cuddles rolls his eyes. He didn't care what the difference was, if it was just error or whatever else may have been responsible. If he got an acorn every time he was asked that question, he could resurrect Jurassic Park with the money he'd have.

"I would rather not speak about that stupid debate, I swear you are worse than an OC!" Cuddles cries out. He suddenly jumps, and turns to Toothy. "Quiet, someone is coming!" The Mole plants himself on the bench, panting like a dog. "Hello, Mole!" Cuddles greets. The Mole continues panting, waves to him and continues sweating, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Cuddles turns around and sees that Toothy had disappeared.

"So when does this game end?" Toothy whispers.

"Toothy!" Cuddles snaps at Toothy, turning once again to see the cloaked figure smiling up at him.

"Your insectivore acquaintance is obviously blind, and hard of hearing. I doubt he will even pay attention to our conversation." the bogeyman smirks.

"So when does this game end?"

"When some team either has the highest score when time runs out, or more likely, if too many people on one team die." He explains. Toothy flicks his wrist, and a lightning bolt splits the sky, wiping out Mime's entire team. Flippy twitches, horrified. The Mole claps, not really understanding what is going on. Cuddles yells at Sniffles, Fritz, and Russell, "Run, Flippy flipped out!"

"What did I just do?" Toothy asks worriedly.

"The green bear, Flippy, has severe PTSD, when he is reminded of war, he kills people." Cuddles explains.

Evil Flippy grabs Russell by the tail, and whacks Petunia, who goes flying. He flies between two tree boughs, and she is reduced to red and blue giblets that fly out the other side of the boughs. He swings Russell one last time, and lets go. Russell hits Fritz and both go flying. Fritz grabs a tree branch, Russell's hook snags on Fritz's navel, and he is torn open. Russell continues his flight, pulling Fritz's gruesome remains along. He slams into a window, glass covering him. Fritz's spine impales Russell between the eyes. Sniffles begins crying for help, running away from the homicidal green bear. Cuddles opens his bookbag holding it to the bleachers.

"Toothy, come on, it's the town psychopath!" Cuddles yells. Evil Flippy looks up from eating Sniffles's remains, and glares at Cuddles. Cuddles jumps up, screams, and runs, dragging The Mole along behind him. Evil leaps for them, instead crashing into the bleachers.

"Eeep!" Toothy squeaks, covering his mouth. Evil looks down in the bleachers for the source of the sound. He crawls through one of the spaces. He glances around, growling. There was something here, and he was going to kill it. He stops motionless in his tracks. The gentle, almost inaudible noise of grass being tread on greeted his ears. He spun around, his bowie knife whipping out from Flippy's grip, hitting the bench under the bleacher. Someone yelped, and a silver fluid dribbled from an invisible wound. Flippy leaped over to the knife. And grabbed hold of Toothy, who came into view. "What an interesting catch I have. I haven't come across something like this except in-"

A blue form speeds by, crashing into Evil Flippy, Flippy lands kneeling out in the sunlight and the blue figure, a flying squirrel with a red mask, stood in a defensive fighting position. Toothy grabbed the knife, and made it apparate. He sank into the darkness, and crawled under Splendid as his shadow. Splendid picked up a stone, and lobbed it at Pop's van. The windshield exploded, covering Pop and Cub in a coat of razor sharp glass fragment. Evil glares at the car in shock, shakes his head and returns to normal Flippy. The unmanned vehicle crashes into a bench, and the engine launches out from the hood of the van, and the cooling fan tears an ugly hole in Flippy's stomach, sending intestines and other organs everywhere.

"Competent job, Splendid. Competent job." Splendid says to himself, ignoring the blood, organs, and other signs of a conflict. He rockets off, Toothy still following in his shadow. Toothy dances over trees, cars, and people just as Splendid flies over them. Toothy glanced up at Splendid, who was blocking the sun with his body. "What an amazing thing, to fly." Toothy whispers to himself. He almost feels inclined to spread his arms like wings, but he knew he would be burned if he did so.

Splendid lands on his doorstep, and opens the door. Toothy darts to another shadow as soon as Splendid shuts the door. The Superhero sits down on his armchair, and begins knitting a sock. Toothy looked over at the kitchen, where some bacon and eggs were frying, and two orange slices lay next to a knife and an orange. The shadow crawled across the floor into the dim kitchen, and Toothy rose from it. He grabbed a slice of bacon quickly from the pan, and took an orange slice and began eating. He then cut another orange slice out, and conjured up a new peice of bacon. The mouse that is truely good doesn't leave prints in the butter, Toothy thought. He heard Splendid get up, and he ducked down into a shadow once again. Splendid flipped the bacon, expecting to catch it in the plate, but instead, they hit the ceiling and stayed there. Splendid floated up to the ceiling, and peeled off each strip of bacon. "Damn super powers," He grunts. Toothy watches with an infantile curiousity.

He can understand his superpower's effects on his possessions, yet not it's effects on the denizens of this town. How curious, He thought. Splendid glared at his lonely house and sighed. "Maybe mom was right good guys are always lonely." Toothy almost nodded in agreement. He was a domestic servant, but receive little if any thanks for his deeds until a few days ago. Splendid was a superhero that lived alone, isolated by his own abilities. A warm feeling suddenly shrouded Toothy, like a comfitter, and a smile spread across Toothy's face. There was the feeling that he had when reading Ugly Duckling, except, it was more touching. It was so indescribable. Splendid floated into the dining room and switched on the radio. It was a talkshow about other people's problems.

"So you two lived together in harmony until you came out of the closet, Mr. Wilde. Am I right or were you lying?"

"Yes, Dr. Pill. Then he began a campaign of violence against the LGBT community in the campus."

What are gays and homosexuals and LGBT? Toothy asked himself. Suddenly the hero tosses the radio across the room. "Damn world, stop mocking me, I'm not in the mood." he hollers at apparently nobody, then he falls asleep.

Toothy rises up from the shadow, and stares out the window. The last pink rays of sunlight were proceding the purple night sky. He opens the door and walks outside. He leaps into the air, seemingly evaporating into the dark humid spring air. "Flying is such a wonderful thing." he rejoices.

Cuddles glances around worried. The night had set in, and Toothy should be able to simply apparate into the house. Cuddles glances around, when out of the shadow of the tree outside, sprouts Toothy. "Toothy! Where were you?" He scolds.

"Whoa, when did your maternal instincts kick in?" Toothy retorts.

"What happened after I left?" Cuddles asks worriedly.

"Well, Flippy caught me, and stabbed me once, and then Splendid came to the rescue-"

"So you died then resurrected?"

"No, although I understand your town has some curse upon it, Bogeymen are immortal in almost every circumstance. Now, Splendid saved me, and I followed him to his hide out, because I would rather be at someone's house rather than surrounded by corpses. When I was there, I had this feeling..."

"What a flaring ulcer?"

"No! It's like a mutual understanding, a want, a lust for him..." he explained.

"That sounds a bit gay-"

Toothy jumps up. "I heard that word at Splendid's hide-out. What does it mean?"

"It is if a male likes or loves a male, sometimes used when describing two females that love each other. It can also mean happy, but not really anymore." Toothy blushes and Cuddles laughs. "So, my bogeyman has a gay crush on a superhero. Ironic."

"Shut your face and go to sleep you lazy pig." Toothy orders. Cuddles falls asleep, a cheeky grin on his face. Toothy grabs The Ugly Duckling and pulls out a marker. He flips to the page with the wretched gosling crying and scribbles 'Love TxS' above the gosling.

Awww! There's a bit of TxS developing, even if onesided.

WARNING: I suck at romance so don't flame if romance seems cheesy, sadistic, or otherwise.

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