HAHAHA, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT FANFICTION. Sorry.
PHEW. Well. I hope someone reads this. Otherwise it's like I'm talking to myself. Not that I don't deserve it. I mean... it's been like, what? Six months? Idk.
Happy Valentine's Day/Arizona's Birthday!
"Are you all right, Max?"
Zelda looked concernedly at Max, who was slumped in a chair and pinching the bridge of her nose. The rest of the Flock minus Angel sat in a living room. They had been searching the house for Angel, and had no luck.
"Yeah, yeah—I'm fantastic. I forgot what it was like screaming to the heavens so desperately."
"I can't believe you lost her again, Max. You're a horrible not-mother," Iggy said, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"For your information, I am the best not-mother in the universe. Angel is just… a 'special' child."
Gazzy interrupted after an unusually long silence on his part.
"Guys," he said, worried. "What if she's not hiding? What if she's in trouble?"
"Why would she be in trouble?" Nudge asked.
He gave her a look. "Some cray stuff goes on here, in case you haven't noticed, Nudge."
They all sat quietly, mulling the possibility over.
"I think he's right. He and Angel probably have that telekinesis thing that siblings have," Nudge said. Which wouldn't be surprising. How much weirder could these kids get?
"I think you mean telepathy," Iggy corrected. "And I think you and Gazzy are right."
Max pressed her lips together, hesitant to be worried about her safety. Lately it was everyone else's safety she worried about when it came to Angel. She turned to Fang. "What do you think?"
He nodded after a moment of profound gazing. "I think they're right. Peach is right there, after all—" he gestured at Peach, sitting stiffly in a corner with shifty eyes, afraid for dear life that Angel would pop out of the thin air and consume her soul.
"Angel would most likely be here too, if she could."
Max sighed and nodded, then stood.
"Okay—here's the plan—"
But before she could make up the plan, a piece of stationary floated past Max's face.
She snatched it out of the air instinctively and just stared at it.
"That was particularly weird," she said, unfolding the note.
In untidy, distinctly male hand-writing, the words: Ganondorf's study, were scrawled smack in the middle of the sheet.
Max cocked her head in confusion. "What in the world does that mean."
There was a sudden flurry of scrambling as the Flock and Zelda got up to look at the note over Max's shoulder.
"What does it say?" Iggy shrieked impatiently.
"It says Ganondorf's study," Max answered, squinting at the stupid note.
Peach's voice rose ominously over the murmurs of "What the crud?" and "Ganondorf studies?"
"Ganondorf's study," she said mysteriously from her corner, ever the helpful princess.
They stopped to look at her, expecting Peach to go on and explain, but she just sat there.
Zelda cleared her throat awkwardly. "Ahem. Yes… well, no one ever goes into Ganondorf's study. That room has been locked ever since any of us can remember."
"I bet it's full of trapped fairies and dead bunny souls," Peach offered darkly.
"Peach, your comments are not helpful," Nudge said.
"So, what? We break into Ganondorf's study?" Fang asked.
Max sighed. "Looks like it."
Ahh... good ol' fanfiction.
This installment was doo doo, but as I always say, six-month-late-fanfic-doo-doo is better than none at all.
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Oh. And suggestions? Feel free to give 'em to me. :D