Overreaction

Chapter 4: A Nasty Wake-Up Call

Hey guys, welcome back! I know you are all excited for another chapter of NoL Part II. But I'm still trying to perfect it and make it as good as possible. Also, like with Candlehead, Come Home! and Cold Heart, this will be six chapters. So anyways, here is Chapter 4 where Herschel gets the worst wake-up call of his life, making this one short as fuck chappie.

(Back at the Theatre)

Herschel lightly snored away as he propped his head up on his right arm with his Rainbow Warriors jacket draped over his body as he slept. He rarely used the cot in instances where movies would not end until past 1 AM and Herschel just wanted to sleep right away. The cot was rather comfortable, but Herschel still didn't sleep well. Several times throughout the night, he awoke and forgot momentarily where he was. He would lay there, clock ticking away until he realized that he was banished to his theatre for the night for his despicable act the night before. His Oreo hat was draped over his face to keep light out when heard a computerized bloop enter his office and a bright flash of blue light etched around his peripheral vision. "Get up you son of a bitch," Herschel heard a female voice say. Oh Mod, it wasn't Sticky, it was worse, much, MUCH, MUCH, worse. "I said, GET UP!" The voice screeched and picked Herschel up by his throat.

Herschel gagged several times as the grip on his throat tightened. His hat fell off his face and he was face to face with the glowing red eyes and sharp pointy teeth of none other than the mother of the boy he attacked last night. "H-hey Van-Vanel-lope," Herschel choked out. Vanellope growled and flung Herscchel over onto the wall, leaving a pretty good dent in it. She got close to his face and growled again. Finally, she let go of his throat and he collapsed to the ground, grabbing at his throat and gasping for air. Vanellope again grabbed Herschel by his shoulders this time and slammed him against the door and hung him on the coat rack by the scruff of his shirt.

Vanellope's eyes were still red with anger and her teeth were clenching hard. "Well, what the FUCK is the matter with you?" Vanellope asked after calming down. Herschel internally pissed his pants, but he gathered up the courage to speak to his leader.

"Good morning to you too President," Herschel started, but soon knew that was a mistake. Vanellope punched him hard in the stomach and he oofed in pain.

"Is this a fucking joke to you?" She asked and paced in front of him. "How do you think I felt last night huh?" The President interrogated Herschel, "I was on top of the world last night, happy that my little Kevin was becoming a man by going on his first date, and WHAT DO I FIND WHEN HE COMES HOME?!" She yelled. Herschel flinched when she glitched close to his right ear and screamed.

"A teenage boy covered with dried soda and a bruised psyche?" Herschel replied, knowing that that was the answer. Vanellope slapped him across the face and clenched her fists.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Vanellope screeched. "My little baby boy is a good boy and he would NEVER lay an inappropriate hand on Ella! He's more respectful than that because he loves her!" She explained while yelling. Now, it was Herschel's time to glare, still feeling that fatherly instinct in his brain.

"You try being the father of a teenage girl," he said and leaned forward as much as he could, "I DO trust Kevin, but it's hard knowing what could happen to me little daughter and shoving that into the back of me mind," he replied. Vanellope growled in frustration and kicked over Herschel's cot.

"Really? Well if you trust my little Kevin as much as you do, what was that crack about your BEST FRIEND?" She demanded, "about how he "got me" and that you didn't want Kevin to do the same," she air-quoted.

"Well, yeah that did worry me," Herschel admitted.

"Rancis got me by being the most polite and loving gentleman he could be," Vanellope said, her emotions simmering down, "and you got Sticky the SAME way. You two love each other to death, the same with me and Flugs, so why can't our kids love each other the same way? We raised Kevin and Ella to be smart and respectful to others, so it's not that you don't trust Kevin, you don't trust YOURSELF," Vanellope pointed out.

"That's fucking ridiculous," Herschel gritted his teeth.

"Oh yeah?" Vanellope crossed her arms, "you can't trust yourself that you'll be able to handle Ella leaving you and Sticky to start her own life. And you can't handle the fact that she may have her own kids someday, and that kills you on the inside; you just want to protect her and keep her your little girl forever. But it's time to wake up NASCAR boy," Vanellope knocked on his head, "she's growing up and there's NOTHING you can do about it. If you want to trust her and Kevin, you have to let them grow up and see life in their own eyes," Vanellope said before letting Herschel down and opening the door. "Now, I'm going to spend time with my family, you should do the same and figure out how to fix this mess, but until you do fix this, NO racing for YOU," Vanellope threatened and glitched away.

Herschel let his body slide down the wall until he lightly sat on the ground. His arms went limp on his side and he stared into the void in front of him. "I have to let me daughter grow up? How cliche," Herschel said before his gaze met a picture of himself, his wife and daughter on the wall. Tears welled up inside his eyes and he covered them with his arms. "I'm sorry Ella," he cried into his arms.

End Chapter 4

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