So I just noticed that I hit 1000 views and I realize some of you who are reading this are like "oh boy, it's this kind of person who thinks they are big because of 1000" well no I don't actually think that, but I'm impressed you know? I'd uploaded this less then a month ago and people are actually reading it. Some are because of randomly stumbling upon this and others because this story is posted on a facebook group but regardless you are here and some of you are staying and I appreciate that. So I decided I'd upload this a little earlier then usual because I was happy however this is NOT a happy chapter. With that said everyone needs to read this next line:

The following chapter contains course language, violence and sexual content. Viewers discretion is advised.

(Once again saying this: No actual sex is present in this story, there is however sexual themes and innuendo. You have been warned)

"Oh…are you serious? Terra what are you doing?" He said, throwing his arms out in anger.

"Oh come on pudding pop. If these carts are like a fine woman, who's being put down by a boring guy like yourself…" she said, walking her fingers up Arnold's shirt. "I'm sure they'd want to experience something other than the old in and out. So I gave it to them…Instead of a line, they're now an…" she turned to her minions snapping her finger as she pointed to each one, who for the most part shook their heads.

"S or a snake or a squiggle?" Sheen, the blonde haired boy replied.

"Yeah something like that." She said, nodding her head and turning back to Arnold.

"Carts are MEANT to be put in normally, can't you see that?" Arnold growled.

"Oh Ho, Ho! So being straight is normal now is it?" She hissed.

"Don't you dare…" Arnold shook his head at what he knew was coming next. He placed his hand firmly on his cheek, preparing for another ramble.

"Do you hear that guys? Apparently straight is normal and being other than that is ABNORMAL." Terra shouted.

"Maybe not all carts want to be straight Arnoldo, maybe some of them want to be like…squiggly or whatever" Another boy, Darren with brown hair the same length as Arnold's said.

"Do you care to make further allegations against the sexuality of carts Arnold?" The third boy, Vesper questioned, He was significantly taller with a goatee and straight black hair that went down his back. "I'd be very interested in hearing your argument"

"I…I'm not talking about this" Arnold tried to get by Terra, who let out a fake noise of pain as Arnold stepped beside her.

"Ow! Why'd you hit me Arnold!" Terra pouted.

"I didn't hit you! I walked beside you! I barely even touched your shoulder!" Arnold yelled, sticking his finger out at her.

"Hey calm down sir! This a public place!" Sheen said in the tone of an authority figure.

"I am calm! You're all here making a mess just for what? Some quarters?" Arnold roared, turning from person to person.

"For a bunch of quarters Arnold?" Darren let out a laugh. "Dude we have a cart key like you"

"So you did this just for what?" Arnold asked, not caring for the answer.

"Oh poor sweet Arnold" Terra purred, putting her arms around Arnold's waist. "Some people just have fun in other ways then how'd you expect. Sorry to burst your bubble"

"That's it!" Arnold commanded, squeezing both of Terra's arms turning and pushing her away. "Get the hell off this property! You're not even supposed to be here, you've done nothing but steal and mess up this store!"

"Oh we'll mess up more than this store." Darren commented as he stood up from his spot and walked towards Arnold. Terra meanwhile shook her hands, which must've been in some sort of pain from the squeezing.

As Arnold turned to face Sam he saw his opponent's face turn from innocent looking to pure enjoyment as he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. A crushing pain suddenly came over Arnold as each of his nerves seemed to stop functioning and his voice disappeared. Gasping for air, Arnold slowly fell to the ground finally recognizing that he had in fact been kicked in his crotch and was unable to contain himself. As his hat tumbled off, Arnold saw the mass of legs around him come closer and closer. A ringing was present in his ears and his mind was focusing on trying to breathe again but he could still make out what he assumed was Terra commanding her troops to "have fun". Then a wild lash of kicks sprang out from the wicked teenagers who must've taken offence to how Arnold treated Terra, but more than that sought to ruin Arnold's night further. A barrage of pain came from each corner of Arnold, but he was barely able to feel some of them as his brain was still focused on the pain in his lower parts. After a moment or two of the kicking, Arnold felt something almost weightless fall on his stomach. As he finally opened his eyes, he saw that his work hat had in fact been ripped in two somehow and that his enemies were walking away. As his eyes shut again for just a moment he heard Terra's voice.

"Oh my god, do I have a present for you!" She said gleefully. Arnold however was unable to move to see what was going on. "Take a look at what we did for you"

With every bit of strength he had, he shifted his body onto his stomach and pulled himself to look and see Terra and her crew showing off the mess of a teenager Arnold was to Helga, who stood mouth wide open half way through taking off her headphones. He was unsure of what to do, but even if he tried he knew his voice wasn't going to make it far enough for her to hear so all he could do was slow his breathing and try to get himself up.

"I…What..." Helga tried to say, finally resting her headphones on her shoulders while music still blasted away.

"Here I thought you were ignoring me when you finally decided to check your emails and come my way tonight, and I'm so glad you did…this MAGGOT tried to hurt me" Terra commented with a look of disgust.

"He hurt you?" Helga muttered, still staring at Arnold.

"He practically ripped my arms from their sockets. For all I know he was trying to have his way with me…" She continued.

"Arnold…" Helga let out.

Arnold meanwhile was trying to get to his feet, but was unsuccessful. He used the side of the garbage bin attached to the corral to pull himself up his knees where he spat out some blood. He looked away from Helga and the gang, and instead his eyes remained focused on the sky while his mind drifted off into a deep dark place where that boiling rage in his chest took over. Helga took two steps forward while Darren critiqued the image of Arnold and the corrals as if it were a painting, while the others stood by and laughed at his wicked joke.

"Arnold…I came as fast as I could…" Helga let out, her arm reached out to help him.

"Forget it!" he roared, batting away her arm. "I'm sick of your stupid games…get the hell away from me" With that he finally got to his feet and stumbled away from the group. Helga shook nervously as she tried to come to terms with the idea that she was actually seeing Arnold mad, and not just mad; mad at her. Her outstretched arm followed Arnold, but her feet stood still. She wanted to go to him, but she thought in her heart of hearts that nothing she'd say would faze him.

"Well that was wicked. He's no longer going to bother you hun" Terra commented, walking up beside Helga.

"I…I…" but she didn't know what to say. Anger, amongst most emotions were gone from her mind for that one single moment.

"We're heading back to my house to party it up, come on we'll let the boy clean himself up this time" Terra put her arm on Helga's shoulder and tried to adjust her arm downward.

Arnold walked back inside the store, no longer caring about the carts or about what the managers would think as he wiped his mouth and nose with his arm. Nothing had ever disgusted Arnold as much as he was right now, the idea in his mind that Helga had intended for this to happen the whole time was something that confirmed an idea he thought was no longer relevant and no longer possible; Helga was simply a bad person. Helga on the other hand blindly went along with Terra towards her house, repeating in her mind the last few words of the person she cared for most. All she had known was lost in a single instant. Helga had lost Arnold.

Barely able to comprehend the flow of time or what was going on around her, Helga suddenly felt a cool object being forced into her hands. As if waking up from a long sleep she desperately batted her eyelashes, trying to get a clearer view of where she was. She was now somehow at Terra's house, a townhouse much like her own with what seemed like boxes of junk piled all around the place. As she looked around she noticed it was Lita putting some sort of alcohol in Helga's hands. It was a clear white liquid, that Helga assumed had some sort of German or Russian name but she didn't really care what it was.

"Take a sip, It'll calm you down" Lita said politely. Her eyes genuinely showed worry for Helga. Lita was short, with black hair similar to Terra's. The only real difference between the two were the piercings, breast sizes and the fact that Lita had hair down to her neck on both sides, whereas Terra had cut off half her hair.

"I don't…I'm not thirsty…" Helga whispered, looking down into her lap at the cold bottle.

"Oh girl, don't tell me you actually feel bad for that boy…" her hand now firmly placed on Helga's shoulder.

"I don't want to talk about it…" Helga tried to move the bottle away from her, but then another hand pushed it closer.

"Helga, it's a party!" Terra commanded "We've only got a month left till we have to go back to that shit fest, and I'm still a little annoyed you brushed me off on the weekend. Drink this up and it'll make me feel better okay?"

"But I…" Helga tried to say.

"But you what? You're underage? We didn't buy this, we're not out in public causing a mess. We're simply trying something that makes us feel better. Would you rather we go back to animal sacrifices?" Terra joked.

"Helga, we're not trying to hurt you. We're trying to help you escape from the shit you deal with" Lita said gently.

"Yeah, you're right" and with a last hard swallow, Helga accepted the life she had.

The cool gentle liquid filled her mouth, but it wasn't nearly as disgusting as she thought. It had a vanilla like taste to it, with a hint of what could only be described as creamy or frosting like afterward. As she finally let it down her throat she recognized the bitter taste of alcohol that had hidden itself beneath the tasty front she initially felt. The glass was still on the edge of her lips as Helga returned to reality, with both Lita and Terra staring her down to see what Helga would say next. She blinked once and looked to Lita, then blinked again and turned her eyes to Terra. It wasn't as bad as she thought, and at this point she was too numb to really care so without a second thought or a word or a noise, she tilted the bottle up and took another sip. Terra began a tiny clap between her two squeezed hands while Lita let out a quick cute smile.

Time started to fly by as the group paraded through the house doing different things. Darren was cooking up some chicken fingers, Vesper was enjoying a cigarette outdoors, Helga and Lita were in the basement watching a movie while Terra and Sheen were playing the Guitar Band video game on the TV upstairs. If it weren't for the alcohol, the party would almost seem tame but this wasn't the innocent little house that parents hope for. As Helga enjoyed her third beverage, no longer able to feel much she noticed that Lita was starting to fall asleep and she had no idea what was going on in the film. She looked at the screen as she saw a half-naked woman run around screaming, this was definitely some bad horror film. Suddenly the door creaked open, and the sound of Terra and Spike rocking it out could be heard coming from upstairs. Helga turned, unable to see who was coming down but heard the slow movement of someone.

"Hello? Who's up tttthere?" Helga let out, only functioning at half her usual self.

"What's up ladies" Vesper said, still smoking the end of a cigarette.

"Hey, that's against the law buster!" Helga blurted out, trying to swap at Vesper with her numb hand.

"Oh yes because you guys are so keen on following the rules…How many have you had to drink yet?" he said, sitting down on a chair near Helga and Lita's couch.

"I…shut up! Like I want to hear you rant on…"

"While I'd love to express my concern of your current state, I fear you won't remember half of what I tell you, so I'll simply say this. You're an idiot"

"I know…doi!…that's why I'm here"

Vesper let out a small chuckle. "Are you implying we're idiots?"

"No comment."

"I don't think that's very nice of you…nor is it logical"

"Well I'm not exxxxactly a nice girl" she said, swinging her bottle at him from across the room.

"Oh boy, the slurs"

"Wha?"

"I think maybe you should go to sleep too"

"Like I friggin care."

"Come on lady, time to go upstairs" Vesper reached out his hand, hoping she'd come quietly. But Helga just looked at him with little content or care. He headed towards the couch and grabbed Helga.

"Hey what are you doing!?" She roared, unable to stop his attack.

"I'm helping you upstairs!" He commanded, pulling her over his shoulder.

"Well aren't you tall dark and handsome type…" Helga said as she burped.

"I've been told I'm actually fairly attractive thank you" He slowly made his way up the stairs, barely phased by the weight of the girl on his shoulder.

The two made it up to the kitchen where Darren was enjoyed a gigantic sum of chicken fingers, more than most people could handle. As Vesper went by, unnoticed by the two dueling guitarists in the living room he noticed the sound of sobbing coming from Helga. He quickly made his way upstairs and into what looked to be a boy's bedroom and placed Helga on the bed where he saw tears coming down Helga's face.

"Alright kiddo, what's your problem" he said in a half caring tone.

"I just don't get how I screw up so badly…" she said, sobbing between her hands.

"And how exactly did you screw up? By being shouted out by that weak little guy?"

"He's not weak!" Helga roared, slamming her hands on her bed.

"Actually I guess your right…" he said, putting his index finger against his temple while studying his information. "He didn't exactly have a fair chance, or fair odds…but you can say that he isn't strong enough to handle what did happen…"

"Are you serious?! How can you guys enjoy that sort of thing?"

"Terra hates men what can I say, she needs to feel better than them. She might have gotten in a situation she couldn't handle, who knows what Arnold would've done so we stopped him before he actually hurt her"

"But he wouldn't hurt anyone!"

Vesper shook his head. "Not true"

"What?"

"He's obviously hurt you tonight. It was wrong of him to yell at you like that"

"It wasn't exactly the best timing on my part…"

"Well whatever the case you should forget about him"

"I basically have to now." She sobbed. I have no chance of getting close to any guys…I'm just a pathetic meat sack, a waste of space, a monument to all failures in the modern age…"

"Oh come on now, don't beat yourself up too hard"

"I'd do anything to turn back the clock. To be noticed, to have someone not leave…"

"What do you mean?"

"I just…I want to be wanted…"

"And you'd do anything for that?"

"Yeah…I don't want to be left alone again…"

Helga opened her eyes, noticing the swirling fan above her staring down at her. The blanket was sideways across her body, and her bare legs were sticking out from the covers. She blinked a few times, trying to come to terms with what time it was, as the room was no longer the dark place it was last time she checked. She turned her head towards the window, seeing the sun peeking out from behind the houses in the area; it must be sometime after six o'clock but not much passed then. After the lack of sleep Helga had been having over the weekend, she could easily recognize the time based on the shade of the sky. Her head was in pain, but not exactly pounding and her memory seemed to be scattered across the remaining images she had in her head of the night previous.

"Arnold…"she let out, reaching towards the window as if he was there.

She cleaned up her face from a little bit of dripping saliva and some gunk in her eyes while trying to figure out the weird taste in her mouth, then Helga came to a startling realization. She checked under the blankets to confirm it, she was fairly naked. All that was left were her socks and her panties, and all of her clothes were thrown across the room. She looked around as if hoping for some sort of an answer, covering her bare chest with the blanket in case anyone walked by the opened door to the hallway. She gathered her clothes as quickly as she could and rushed back onto the bed, making the blanket into something of a tent as she clothed herself. Before she put on her pants though, in complete embarrassment and fear she put her hand down to check for any signs that something happened last night. It had been a very long time since she was this embarrassed but she had to make sure. She felt around her crouch, hoping for any signs of blood or a mess of any sort but luckily she felt nothing. 'Oh thank god' she thought to herself, she didn't make THAT big of a mistake. She then scrambled to put on her pants and peaked out of the blankets to see if anyone was around; but the place was silent.

Helga slowly got out of bed and tiptoed into the hallway, still hearing nothing coming from downstairs. She looked in the master bedroom and saw two figures huddled up beneath the blankets, though it was impossible to tell who. In the next room over, Terra was sleeping in her bed barely wearing a strapless shirt and a thong with the covers off of her bed. A brief thought came into Helga's head that maybe Terra was in a similar situation to her, but then again Helga thought Terra was never one to care about who saw her in what way. Just in front of the stairwell was the washroom, which had an awful stench coming from it. In her curiosity Helga took only a step in before noticing the gruesome mess that was in the toilet. As she held her breath and headed downstairs she remembered that she had drank a lot the night previous, and feared that it was her that left the mess, which would explain the bad taste in her mouth.

On the main floor someone was hiding under the covers on the couch, and the TV was on but had a dark screen. Helga left it be and went to the kitchen where she heard noises coming from downstairs. She took a few steps down and let out a "hello" with no reply. As she made it half way down the stairs she finally noticed that this TV was also on but constantly repeating the DVD menu of the movie Lita was watching a few hours ago. Helga headed back upstairs, not wanting to interrupt Lita who was still lying on the couch asleep. As she went down the hallway, she noticed Vesper pulling himself out of his blanket and staring at her half asleep.

"Hey…" He let out, scratching his hair.

"Hey." She quietly replied.

"What are you doing? Going to head back upstairs?" he questioned, adjusting himself on his knees to see her better.

"No…no. I'm probably going to get out of here…" she said, half pointing her hands at the door.

"What about all that jazz about not wanting to be left alone…"

"Uhm…what?"

"You know…the whole thing about wanting to be wanted?"

"I…oh no…"

"Don't worry about it Helga. I don't care."

"What happened?" she pleaded, walking up to the couch and putting her hands on top of his.

"You were feeling lonely so I showed you that you were attractive."

"You showed me what?"

"Well actually technically you showed me how attractive you could be…you were proving yourself to me" as he said that her hands started to clench his.

"I what?" she began to shake worrying at what was going to be said next.

"You wanted to prove you were good enough, so you sort of helped me enjoy the night further"

"I…No…we didn't…" she backed away from him, her hands now on her face.

"No we didn't, YOU on the other hand went a little 'porn star' on me. I have to admit I didn't think you'd be like that"

"That…No…that's not me…I didn't…I don't…" she could barely come to terms with it, but as she realized what that taste was in her mouth now she began to cough profusely.

"well obviously that is you, if you'd like I'm sure I can get that side of you out again, but I warn you I'm not fully up to standard yet." He started to get out of the blanket revealing himself to only be wearing a T shirt and boxers.

"No…STOP RIGHT THERE!" she screamed.

"Hey lady, I am not trying to do anything to you, I'm just informing you what happened last night. I will admit though you sounded like you wanted to be taken advantage of…" he said, taking another step forward.

Helga didn't say another word; she simply scrambled to get up grabbing her shoes but not putting them on and ran out the door. She continued to cough and cry and wheeze as she ran down the baron streets, not knowing what she was going to do or where she dared to go.

There are some of you out there that hate This theme. You know what I'm talking about. That idea that Helga G. Pataki is having a moment of weakness but all things considered I think it works fine, but some of you may disagree. When I say moment of weakness I don't mean that Helga is some sort of sexual deviant, I just mean that she finally hit that point of not caring about anything if only for a moment...and now she is going to live to regret it. This is the opening of a new arc centered around Helga's lowest point, and it's going to be here for a bit but then we'll get away from it, lock it away, and never speak of it again. Okay actually we will speak of it again but just try and bare with me for the next little bit.

With that said what do we have next chapter? An important new character, a look into the mind of Helga and a better ending then this one...though not quiet perfect. See you around in a few days for Chapter 11: Dark Reflection.