It was hard enough listening to Falkor mumble gibberish, but having to put up with it with a headache just wasn't tolerable. Luckily for him I kept myself cool.
"I'm not watching anymore videos for awhile," I cussed as I maneuvered out of the suit. After a minute or two of struggling, I was finally free of its clutches.
"Phew," I let out a loud sigh of relief. It felt almost orgasmic to feel the air flowing over my skin again. Falling back into bed, I felt like I was in paradise. I was near the edge of drifting off to sleep when an unexpected knock on the door interrupted my tranquility.
"Oh, who the hell would want to see me? I thought I'd blend in perfectly? Ah well, it's time to put on my acting face again," I readied myself for my visitor.
"Urggh," Falkor groaned just before I turned the knob.
"Falkor! …I almost forgot to hide you," I kept my speech in my head so the visitor didn't hear me. Taking grasp of Falkor's wheelchair, I scooted him into my closet and reminded him to be extra quiet, but I doubt he wasn't returning to his sanity anytime soon so it was pretty much pointless to tell him. Once I closed the closet door I had finally let my visitor in.
"Good evening," it was the fudgehog nurse from before and she didn't sound too thrilled about seeing me.
"Uh, hello, what brings you here?" I asked her in a innocently curious manner.
"Well you were scheduled for a sour injection," she said pulling in a wheeled tray table over to my bed, "now if you'll just sit down right here," she patted the bed a couple of times to indicate where she wanted me to be.
"What the hell is the sour injection?" I couldn't help but sound hesitant and rude at the same time. It sounded like something that the shape-shifters or the purebreds would take on a regular basis. And I, certainly not a sour of any sort, was somehow scheduled for one.
"I bet that ass Nathaniel was behind this," My anger was biting at me, but I kept my emotions buried as I sat down where the nurse wanted me to.
"It's just a prick in the arm, I don't have the time to explain it all to you, I'm a very busy piñata," she blew off the question I asked.
"Okay," "Well that certainly helps," I wanted to take that needle and shove it up her…
"Ow!" I shouted, "that wasn't a prick, that was more like a stab!" I verbally stabbed back.
"Quiet, you're only making it hurt worse," the fudgehog was almost at the end of her tolerance as well. However I knew she was purposely hurting me.
"What bug's up her ass?" I contemplated on what drove this fudgehog to be so cruel to me.
The nurse jiggled the syringe as she pulled it out, causing more pain.
"Watch it!" I growled through gritted teeth, but the fudgehog left with her belongings without another word, shutting the door behind her.
"I wonder who taught HER manners?" I scoffed at the thought of the sinister fudgehog as I retrieved Falkor from the closet.
"Anyways, you did good Falkor, keep it up and there's a treat in it for you," I giggled at my own joke.
Sitting back down on my bed, I swore I could feel some kind draft blowing in.
"But there's no window or air vent in here, how can it be so cold?" I shivered, gathering up my blanket and wrapping it around me for warmth.
"No good," I chattered my teeth rapidly, desperately trying to warm up.
"The suit, it should help," I gawked at the suit, all bunched up together on the floor. Without any second thoughts, I pulled it back on and engaged the helmet. I gave it a few seconds for it to react to my condition.
"Come on… Come on," I crossed my fingers, and soon enough the machine responded by warming me up, but still, it wasn't good enough.
"What the hell's going on? Why can't I get warm?" I shouted to no one. The helmet suddenly prompted me with a message.
"Danger: A very harmful chemical has entered your circulatory system. If the chemical is left untreated for too long, your body will freeze over, resulting in death. Would you like to administer the antidote? Y/N"
I was appalled and outraged. That bitch of a fudgehog was actually out to get me! It wasn't my time to die yet, so I let the machine rid me of this… Whatever it was that she gave me and in short time I returned to normal temperature.
"Total bullshit," I growled, wanting to destroy something, "no one ever mentioned this would happen? Where the hell is Nathan when I need him? Nathan, if you're there, answer dammit!" I almost threw a tantrum in my rage.
"Calm… Down," I heard Falkor manage out.
"Falkor…?" My mind stopped for a second and looked at him.
"You… Heard me," he looked at me as if he were half drunk, but his brain was beginning to work again.
"Y..You're right, I'm sorry Falkor," I walked up to him and gave him a hug. He had some trouble returning it, but he embraced me eventually.
"Still have… That treat?" Falkor struggled out a chuckle as I let him go.
"No, not really," I laughed softly, but I felt bad too for not actually having a treat for the poor guy.
"It's… Alright," Falkor managed to smile, "tell me… What happened,"
"Well, how much can you comprehend right now?" I said, seeing if Falkor would be able to understand the whole story so far.
"Just tell," Falkor grumbled.
"Okay, okay, well first of all, you're like this because you came out of surgery, they REALLY drugged you, which can explain the state you're in right now," I sat back down on the bed with the suit still on.
"I see," Falkor wiggled his legs to get them moving again.
"Then I was threatened by some jerk pieena named Nathaniel, who swore he'd kill me if he found out if I was some threat to this place, he's got some nerve to threaten me like that," I ranted on.
"Pranvera… Please, calm down," Falkor reminded me.
"Sorry, anyways, I managed our way here, where you sat like a vegetable and I read up on how to use that piece of trash," I pointed to the laptop.
"That thing? …I could… Help you," the fudgehog fidgeted around a bit, trying to find a comfortable place to lounge in his chair.
"Really?" my eyes lit up at Falkor's offer.
"Sure… Just find me… A bathroom first,"
"I can do that," I wheeled the fudgehog out and led him to the bathroom. Surprisingly, there wasn't anyone walking the halls this time, which was a major relief, I didn't want anymore attention drawn to me.
"You're gonna have to help me with this one," Falkor said as we reached the twin bathrooms.
"Oh God…" I shook my head.
"I only help Terrance with that… HIS crap, when it came down to where he was worse than Falkor, now I'm helping someone else with… Ugh, might as well get this done and over with," I shuddered trying not to think about it.
"You owe me one fudgehog," I said as I wheeled him into the female bathroom.
"I know," he hid his amusement as I opened up the handicapped stall door, "just sit me down on the toilet seat, I can take care of it from there," he said.
"Phew… As long as I don't have to wipe his ass, I have nothing to worry about then," I picked up Falkor and placed him on the seat.
"There, I'll be waiting right outside of the stall, just call for me when you're done," I said. There was no way I was gonna watch him do his business. I stepped out and gave the fudgehog his privacy. Sitting in the wheelchair, I turned on some music to tune out the noise from outside, I wasn't going to tolerate them. It wasn't until around ten minutes later I heard the toilet flush through my music, I turned it off.
"All done Falkor?" I asked.
"Yeah," he responded.
"Good, I didn't have to do the dirty work this time, only Terrance gets away with that anyways… And I haven't even told him I've done that for him yet," I laughed on the inside as I retrieved Falkor from the bathroom and sat him down back in his wheelchair.
'Thanks Pranvera," he smiled as I wheeled him back into my room.
"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky we're good friends, I don't just help anyone with that crap,"
"Don't worry, I'm trying to regain my ability to do things by myself now, it should take too long," I noticed Falkor's speech was improving. Thinking of how fast he was recovering, I pushed him inside and set his chair close to my bed.
"Okay, now your payment is to help me work this thing right here," I brought the laptop over to the bed and rested it on the sheets.
"Sure, I said I would anyways," I tore off the suit again and sat myself down on the bed and parted open the laptop again.
"Good," I turned the machine on and waited for it to fully activate.
"Tell me what you know so far, I don't want to explain to you what you already know," Falkor leaned in closer to the laptop.
"Well the advice that was given to me showed me how to type and how to use certain programs, I'll ask for help if I get stuck on anything, okay?" I said, still looking at the laptop. It gave me the welcome screen and I logged myself in.
"Okay," Falkor nodded as I opened up a word processor document and started typing: I know how to use this program and the keyboard," I had to look at the keyboard as I typed and in the process I made a few mistakes, but I fixed them as soon as I made them.
"I see," Falkor replied to my typed message.
Next, I opened up a movie making program and circled the mouse around it.
"And this one," I said, "but I don't really see the use in this one since we won't be here for this long,"
"Yeah, you can close out of that one," Falkor suggested and I followed his advice. I brought the mouse over to the internet icon and clicked on it to open it up.
"Hmm… I never really was a fan of the internet," Falkor commented.
"What do you mean?" I asked clicking on the website bar, typing in the email website address.
"Well I never used it much except for… Emails," Falkor said just as I type in the address, "yeah, like that," he muttered as the website popped up.
"Why?"
"Nothing else appealed to me, I mean I'd probably go to joke sites or something if I was feeling down, but when your world's being destroyed by sours, there's just no point to it anymore," he had a point.
"Hm… What's this?" I seen an email that was sent by Nathaniel, "what the hell? What does this wanker want now?" I started on another verbal rampage again.
"Pranvera, just cool it, I'm sure it's nothing," Falkor patted me on the back gently.
"Seriously, if I have to I'll…" I didn't finish my sentence, I began reading the message Nathaniel sent me, "I'm watching you, one wrong move and I'll be there to finish you," I fell silent.
"Pranvera?" Falkor tapped me on the back, wanting a reply.
"The fucking stalker… That's it, HE'S finished," I marched towards the door, but before I could reach it, Falkor yanked me back onto the bed.
"Listen, you'd be crazy to just go after someone like that, you'll blow our covers all because you want one piñata dead," he lectured me as he locked his sight in mine.
"You're right, I need to chill out," I acknowledged my faults.
"I'll deal with the message," Falkor said, as he reached for the laptop. Not wanting to see him struggle, I handed it over to him.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Delete it, so it won't bother you anymore," Falkor smiled at me before looking back to the computer.
"But I-… Yeah… Thanks Falkor…" I murmured in a discouraged tone. Falkor was starting to act like me leash, and I really hate restrictions like that.
"It's for your own good. Anyways, I think this little device will help us find Terrance for us," Falkor looked at me with hopeful eyes.
"Really?" I crawled closer to the screen and leaned in to look.
"Get your face out of the screen, I can't see a thing," Falkor pushed my face away forcefully.
"Sor-REE," I said, sitting not so close to the laptop this time.
"I just have to type his name into the search bar here, 'Terrance… Pretztail,' and click search and…" And without warning the screen went black, "What the hell is this? Is the laptop plugged in," Falkor checked the cord, and I made sure it really was plugged into the wall outlet.
"I'm watching you," Falkor said as if he were reading something, "uh, Pranvera?" he called for me.
"Yeah? What is it?" I crawled back up from the floor and glanced at Falkor and then at the screen.
"This," I read the message that he read moments ago.
"That fucker… This crosses the line," I cussed as I grabbed my power suit, but Falkor knocked it out of my hands.
"I'm not letting you blow our cover, over some stalker," Falkor barked.
"This has gone out of hand, I have no privacy anymore!" I cried out angrily.
"You had no privacy the moment you entered this place, live with it!" Falkor stood up from his wheelchair letting the laptop fall to the floor. He held me firmly by the shoulders, ready to pin me down at any second. Not only had his actions intimidated me, but the speed of his recovery nearly made me piss myself.
"Y-You're right Falkor," I pulled myself away from him, He almost lost his balance as he fumbled around for something to grab a hold of.
"I know I am, anyways, you can't let this guy get to you, he's probably all talk and no bite," Falkor rested himself back in his wheel chair.
"Yeah right, the damn pieena almost tried to crush me against the wall as he interrogated me, if it wasn't for my suit, I would have been dead!" I argued back.
"…I take that back then," Falkor sighed stressfully, "but still, we're in no position to fight back and get away with it. However if this guy threatens your life face to face, I give you all permission to kick his ass,"
"Okay, I'm not leaving this place without my suit then," I shook my head.
"I would have suggest to have it on you at all times Pranvera," Falkor reached over for the laptop and closed it.
"Is the laptop still working?" I asked as Falkor picked it back up and placed it on the desk.
"I wouldn't count on the laptop anymore, stick to the suit, he can't hack into that," Falkor advised me.
"Yeah, makes sense," I agreed, flopping back down in bed with a loud groan.
"Don't worry, I'll work past this and attempt to locate Terrance for you, that sound good?"
"Yeah," I said, looking at the ceiling.
"Just give me a few minutes here," he turned to the desk and opened up the laptop again.
"What the hell does Nathaniel want with me anyways? There's plenty of other potential piñatas or sours wanting to destroy this place, yet he picks me… Somebody on a rescue mission. Boy it must be my lucky day to have been graced with such a determined foe. Ugh, I can't wait to get the fuck out of here with Terrance."
…
"But what if I don't find him, or find out he's been killed? How can I go back empty handed? I just can't… I'd let myself down, and Nathan down, because I couldn't save Terrance fast enough. Plus it still worries me that Nathan's not talking to me anymore, Did he get switched to a new position by his leader and had to change without warning? Something's just not right…"
…
"I hope Falkor can at least get that laptop working again. From what Falkor says, it holds files… Information really, on whoever's residing in this hellhole. And Terrance is here, that's for sure. If Falkor can just get the laptop working for ten seconds, I'm sure he can find out SOMETHING that can lead us to where Terrance is located,"
…
"I got it working again," Falkor spoke rather loudly, or perhaps it was just quiet for too long and I had adjusted a little too well to the silence.
"Hm?" I lifted my head up.
"I said I got it up and running again," Falkor clapped and motioned for me to come over.
"Oh-oh! Well what are you waiting for? Search for Terrance!" I demanded in a rush as I planted my face back to the screen again.
"I'm doing that right now, give a fudgehog some peace, geez," he shoved my face away with more force this time.
"Ugh, I'm just anxious… To see him again," I almost started to shed tears of joy and relief.
"I know, I'd probably be the same if I was close to seeing my friends again," Falkor said as he typed Terrance's name into the search bar.
"Come on… Come on…" I mumbled to myself.
"Here he is!" Falkor said as he clicked on his picture, the laptop then took us to his profile information immediately.
"Thank you Falkor!" I nearly crushed him in a hug.
"Ack! Pranver… What's this? Dead? …Terrance is dead?" Falkor said in disbelief, I instantly let him go at the sound of the words, 'Terrance is dead.'
"You can't be serious," I said, giggling at his joke.
"It says that right here," Falkor pointed. And the laptop screen didn't lie.
"No… No… Terrance can't be dead… He just can't be…" I started to sob into my paws.
"It isn't true, this webpage has been hacked," Falkor yanked my arm down from my face, "anyone with a good education in web-pages can clearly tell this was hacked,"
"Do you think… Nathaniel did this?" I sniffled.
"Maybe so, but the page looks so crappy, I don't think a hacker like him would just slop something together like this… But If it was him, I think he didn't put any real time into it, cause he probably knows you're not experience with this kind of stuff," Falkor explained.
"So where do we get the real information," I asked hopfully.
"As I said, I don't think we can rely on the laptop anymore, Nathaniel pretty much owns the internet right now, and as long as your suit doesn't enable it's Wi-Fi capabilities, I don't know if it has any, but just in case, he can't hack into your suit and end up killing you inside it," The fudgehog warned me.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," I took the laptop and threw it against the wall, letting the technology break into pieces, "Fucking pieena"
"Geez…" Falkor sighed as I fell back into bed, not regretting what I had done.
"The laptop isn't going to get us anywhere anyways…" I sighed, almost ready to admit defeat.
"It's not the end of the world, Terrance is probably still alive, I just think Nathaniel doesn't want us to know," Falkor rubbed my head.
"Natheniel is driving me insane," I began to whimper.
"Same for me, but I'm not gonna cry about it," Falkor said sternly.
"I just want Terrance back, is that too much trouble Nathaniel?" I pleaded with the ceiling.
"You need some sleep Pranvera," Falkor admitted.
"Please," I begged more.
"Pranvera, crying isn't going to get you anything but more tears, you should get some sleep, you'll have a clear mind when you wake up. Want me to grab you a glass of water?" Falkor massaged my forehead with one paw.
"S-sure, I'd like that," I wiped my tears away.
"At least I still have Falkor I guess…" I smiled weakly as he left out the door. With Falkor gone, I kept my thoughts a bit on the safe side and soon enough I found myself dreaming.