By the way, Maurice is awesome. That is all.

I mean, seriously. Why is he not more popular?

Oh, and even though there are like, seven POVs, Roger seems to be on everyone's mind, so I'm putting him as the 'main character.'


Imaginary – Roger

As soon as Jack had been out of his sight, Roger broke down again. And he'd only just now stopped screaming. Throat raw, red-eyed, and breathing hard, Roger glared at the angel-Simon.

"Leave…" Roger managed, clutching the pillow to his chest. "Leave me alone."

Angel-Simon looked genuinely sorry. Roger gritted his teeth and glared harder. "I will when you apologize."

"No!" Roger screamed, finding his voice. Simon looked taken aback. Roger tightened his grip on the pillow. He needed Jack. He needed Jack to drive away his apparently imaginary tormentors.

His mother opened the door. Faced with a screaming, crying, almost insane-looking son, she dropped the bowl of soup she'd brought up and took a step back. Roger glanced at her, then back to the angel-Simon.

"I'm not sorry." Roger's voice came out in a whisper. "I'm not sorry."

Suicide – Ralph

Even with Ralph's father there, jack was unbearable. The only time Ralph had a break was when Jack went off on his insane quests to go find Roger.

Ralph hoped Jack wouldn't find Roger.

He'd be dead for sure.

Wicked – Samneric

"What actually happened on that island?"

They'd been asked that question so many times now. But they didn't want to answer. Each time they shook their heads and found something else to do.

Now they were asking Roger's littleun.

"We had fun," the littleun said. They remembered this littleun as always crying, never having fun. Percival Wemys Madison, the boy who couldn't remember his telephone number.

"We had fun on that island."

Prison – Percival Wemys Madison

The double was scared. Percival didn't know why. He wasn't scared, and the double had parents. Percival didn't have parents anymore.

Percival didn't like the double. He didn't mind the double's parents, but he still wished he was with the demon.

But the demon was locked up away from everyone. Not even the fire-headed one could see him, Percival figured.

On Monday he would be going back to school.

Best Friends – Simon

Simon couldn't stand to see roger like this. It had been simpler when he'd thought Roger would be sorry about killing him and Piggy. But Roger wasn't sorry, and if he ever felt sorry, he wasn't going to admit it. It had been better when Jack was there; at least then roger would be mostly okay.

Piggy appeared beside him. "He's sleepy. Why don't you get into his dream?"

Simon didn't answer, watching the sleeping sadist. He'd fallen asleep on the floor, curled up around his pillow, head nearly in the spilled soup.

"Why don't you get into his dream?" Piggy repeated.

"They're his only escape. I'm around almost all the time. Maybe he's had enough-"

"No! You can't stop! Don't you remember what he did?"

Simon didn't respond.

Schemes – Maurice

"You seriously lived here?" Gwen asked. Her voice echoed through the cave. Maurice nodded, leaning against a wall. He'd found a discarded pair of shorts in a corner and had pulled them on. Heidi hadn't even wanted to look at him until he got some clothes on.

"Jack – he was the chief – slept over there in that little cave, the one that branches off. Roger usually slept stretched out in front of the entrance, unless he was…" Maurice trailed off, biting his lower lip. Gwen looked closely at him.

"Unless he was what?"

Maurice grinned that slanted grin. "Doesn't matter." Gwen looked like she wanted to ask further, but changed the subject.

"Can we go look in there?" she asked. Maurice nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the cave.

He hadn't been in this part of the cave since the initial exploration.

"Hey! Look at this!"

Maurice glanced up. Roger was peering out of a dark area. He jumped to his feet and followed the dark boy. Jack looked up, but didn't follow.

"It's kind of dar – ah!" Maurice yelped, tripping over something. He heard Roger curse as they both went down, Maurice landing on something soft.

"Ouch…" Maurice muttered, pushing off the ground.

"Gettoff," Roger said, voice muffled. Maurice shifted, his knee sinking into something soft. "Off!"

And then Maurice was shoved backward, ramming into a wall. "It's not very big."

Something crashed into him. "You're right," Roger muttered from somewhere on top of him. Maurice wriggled, trying to break free.

"Roger-"

"What are you doing?" Jack asked, face illuminated by a burning branch.

"Maurice? It's really dark – oh!" Gwen had tripped and, by default, Maurice fell, too. "You're crushing me!"

Maurice scrambled off and heard a whimper he was sure wasn't Gwen's. He grabbed Gwen in one hand and the source of the noise in the other.

Once they were out, Maurice realized who it was.

It was Henry.

Trapped – Jack Merridew

"Can't I just see him for a little bit?"

Roger's mother sighed, running a hand through thick black hair. "I don't know. He's asleep now, but…"

"Please?"

There was no harm in it, so Roger's mother nodded and led him upstairs. "The first room you come to," she said. Jack bit his lip and opened the door. There was something in the way, so he pushed harder.

The door flew open and Jack stumbled inside, stepping in something wet. He saw something white, but it disappeared quickly.

Roger was asleep, just as his mother had said he'd be.

Weirdly enough, it looked as though there was a noodle in his hair.


God, I love Maurice.

Oh, and I've also decided that I enjoy Maurice x Roger. I mean, seriously. They killed sandcastles together.