"Reality bleeds."
Calamity stared at Dr. Loon carefully opened the young pink bunny's eye while examining her, it had been almost an hour since the rabbit had been admitted into the hospital and it had been fifteen minutes since the doctors would allow any visitors. Often exchanging glances with Shirley and glancing at Babs' listless yet floating body had made the young coyote feel very uneasy, it felt like the world was on his shoulders.
"That is how I would explain it," he stood up while putting away his pen light. "Under the theory of Professor Utonium reality is always bending, some times something opens up..." he stopped for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder, "things go in and out."
"What does that have to with," Calamity waves both hands towards the bunny, "this?"
"Simple, she mentally slipped from this reality into another." Calamity blinked while Shirley seemed a bit horror stricken, the room had grown a bit cold from the news. Reading the young canine expression the doctor speak about the universe, with standard stock footage appearing behind him to illustrate things. "Like I said, reality bends and bleeds into each other, Babs had found a way to send her mental thoughts else where."
"Can they be retrieved?" Calamity's voice was shaking, eyes wide and bit scared.
Dr. Loon was silent, causing the situation to be more grim. The answer was already in the open, yet he spoke, "that cannot be done, everything relies on her. And even if she comes back she won't be the same."
It took five minutes, a full five minutes for the information to sink in. Calamity only could stand there as the feeling of responsible came down, feeling that the coyote seemed to be floating off into despair Shirley wrapped a comforting arm around the canine.
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Once the suit came off and the shower was complete Monty had spent the rest of the night in his closet, which is the size of a small football field but no one is counting, going over everything that had happened. From his first time with a girl to Elmyra's sudden burst of intelligence to blackmail every had spun so out of control very fast, what went from to filling his trophy room to trying to avoid being sued and beaten within an inch of his life.
Grabbing both sides of his head while leaning back he let out an annoyed sigh, letting all of these problems grow is a bad idea. Monty did know that somehow, and knowing his luck will only get worse in the end, he must make it right. Reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wireless phone then accessing the 'net, searching out a particular number then having it called.
"'ello?" A tired and somewhat depressed voice answered, "LaFume speaking."
"Feef?" the phone had suddenly gone dead, quickly he had redialed the number.
"'ello?"
"Listening?"
"Non," again came the hang up. Once again the number was dialed, "'isten Roger, I do not want to hear fro' 'ou ever again."
"I wanted to extend a invite," Monty closed his eyes and sucked in some air through his teeth. "If you need anything just, ask."
"I want nothing from you" Fifi snarled.
"But what if," Monty felt the realization hit home about what he had done, there was reactions to actions. "What if..."
"I 'on't want to 'ear it, Roger. I want nothing from you."
"But..." the phone had gone dead, then the loud dial tone filled the air. Once again the number had came only to meet the countless rings, sighing Monty lowered the phone.
Actions and reactions, laying his head into his hands figuring on how to settle this?
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The afternoon was carefree, laughter and fun was had by all. Well it was had by her, Monty/Roger might have been screaming, but that was ignored. But by the evening the young redhead had came to realize something, what it was was so alien and foreign to her but it was quiet clear. It was a deep thought, the thoughts of what would happen to both Monty and the young skunkette if their relationship develops.
Sitting outside in the swing set Elmyra had spent hours staring at her shoes, feeling very lost.
"Hey, Elly." A voice had called, "you realize that shoe laces are not cloth worms. Do you?"
"That was when I was four!" Elmyra shouted at her brother Duncan, who had been standing next to her for the last minute or so. The siblings use to get along greatly, the nearly perfect duo with her muscle and his brain - or rather imagination - they were close as they can be but age had separated them. The most they ever talk is ether an insult, frosty comments or just grunts. Turning away she really did not feel like talking, "I ain't in the mood to talk."
"Well too bad," Duncan sat down in the swing next to her. "I came out to enjoy the swings."
Sighing she finally lifted her body up from the swing, legs feeling a bit weak from sitting still so long. Balancing herself a bit before falling back into the swing, quickly grabbing the chains as she violently fell. For a moment Duncan had moved to reach out, his hand half way when she regained her balance. Elmyra just sat there, quiet.
"Elly?"
"Don't call me that."
"Somethin' bothering you." Duncan lean back while lifting his legs, picking up some momentum. He swung while speaking, "it is not normal to watch you focus on something so much without being told it was -ERK!" Elmyra had been a sweet girl, by nature, there was not much that would not set her off. But Duncan had found just the right buttons, whatever on purpose or by accident, and was held up the collar of his shirt with a fist clenched. "Elly!"
For a minute for the fist was itching to strike, shaking with rage the girl was so angry. A lifetime of buying into things, believing what others said only made the urge to strike out greater. Grunting, she let go of her brother. Fist unrolling as she returned to just staring off into the space, Duncan just sat there as well.
"I'm not retarded."
"Elmyra?" Duncan was a bit shaken, first the outburst and this. For a few years Duncan had gone to a different school then Elmyra, she always wanted to learn the ways of being a toon and show business and he did not. Even then he would hear the jokes from students, and their friends, about how gullible and naive she can be which is true. But some times there was a few that would call her stupid, going as far as calling her retarded.
Between him and his buddy Dizzy, those people had to count their teeth on one hand when they gotten done.
"I just wanted to show the world I love them so much," she tilted her head a bit. Eyes were shining with an innocence so few have, Duncan felt a little bad about teasing the redhead so much. She shook her head before getting up again, not really finishing what she wanted.
"Elly?" Duncan stood up and walked behind, only to find Elmyra had gone in fast. He was left standing there a bit confused and a little angry, something had happened to upset his sister pretty badly which in turned made him pretty mad. His fist had curled in rage.
