Double-drabble time. (200 words)
And mfingatfan said that I could bring Fang back, so here he is.


Don't Trust Them

Fang and the Gasman sat on the bench, waiting for the others to return from doing some absurd task that Nudge had begged Max to do.

It was silent between them until a young woman carrying a baby wrapped in blue cloth walked by. The baby dropped its bottle and started to scream. Fang quickly stooped down to pick up the bottle, and the woman smiled politely and thanked him as he handed it back.

Fang sat back down, noticing an odd look on Gazzy's face as the woman wiped off the bottle and gave it to the restless child.

Fang followed Gazzy's gaze to the baby, who was now clutching the bottle happily, staring intently over its mom's shoulder, right at Gazzy, with big, bright, green eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang asked.

The Gasman grimaced at the baby. "I don't like babies."

"Why?"

"I don't trust them."

"You don't trust babies?"

"No, I don't. I can't tell what they're thinking."

"You're kidding me, right?" Fang asked, not believing that the Gasman, the boy who grew up in a dog crate and had Erasers hunting him didn't trust innocent freaking babies.

"I wouldn't kid about something this serious, Fang."


Dedicated to the strange man at the orthodontist's who doesn't trust babies because he can't tell what they're thinking.
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-Skye