Chapter 29


Tap… tap…tap… tap… tap… Over and over again. I just want to pull my hair out, it's so annoying… But I'm the one tapping the pen on my desk. I can't hold back the sigh that comes from my throat.

Why does everything have to be so… boring?

"Excellent work today, Pamela." My boss tells me, walking past quickly.

"Thank you." I reply, but she's already gone.

All my bills are piled up and my work is fine… but unfortunately fine isn't good enough… Perhaps I need another job… But my life is boring as it is… After having a taste of adventure everyday while living with the League of Super Evil… I've come to miss it. It's so much more exciting than my normal life… True, I do go on dates with Doktor Frogg, but it's just really different not living with them…

I'm the one who made the decision to move out… and I'm sure it's the right one, but I just really want to go back… But that's out of the question…

"See you, Pamela," Kyle calls out from the door. He hesitates… Waiting for me to reply, I guess.

"Bye, Kyle." I say, not all that interested. My mind is on something else right now. He still wavers, but eventually leaves.

I start tapping my pen again, thinking. Why is this bothering me?


"Doktor Frogg! Get your head in the game!" Voltar shrieks.

Doktor Frogg eased slowly back to attention. "Oh, right."

He's been a bit more distracted since the games night. Sure, Pamela kissed him, and it was amazing- so amazing in fact that he was dazed for a few hours- but that was just so she could prove a point… It doesn't change the fact that she spends quite a bit of her time surrounding herself with men, him included… Thoughts of her just being with him because she's a 'maneater' entered him mind at one point, but that just sounded stupid as soon as he thought it.

Pamela, a maneater? No…

"But then again… No! No, that's just ridiculous…" He mutters to himself. Doktor Frogg is really conflicted… Voltar's constant rumors, complaints, and snide remarks were just getting to him. Pamela isn't like that… Not at all… She wasn't using him. She didn't like him only for his appearance- well obviously; there isn't anything appealing about his appearance. She wasn't just playing with his heart. No, she really likes him. Loves him in fact… And maybe if he repeats that to himself enough, he'll believe it.

"Doktor Frogg!" Voltar screams, frustrated at his evil scientist's wandering mind as of late.

Doktor Frogg, feeling quite unenthusiastic, and only wanting to have a moment to himself, blasts a ray of slime at unsuspecting citizens, not really paying attention to where he was aiming. Rather than it being a bright green color that most associate with slime, he died it black to serve as an even more difficult pigment to get out.

"Victory! Mua ha ha ha ha haa!" Voltar yell triumphantly.

"Moo ha… Ha… Ha… Hah…" Doktor Frogg joins in, uncommitted at the 'triumph'.

Now… more thoughts about Pamela… Where does her heart lie…? Does she really like him?

He shoots another blast so Voltar doesn't harp on him. A shriek tears through his ears. A Pamela shriek.

"Okay, my brain is obviously telling me she doesn't." The scientist mutters to himself.

Voltar's laughter snaps him back to reality and it is the most enthusiastic Doktor Frogg's ever heard.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH HAHA!" He literally can't stop and he's smacking his fist to the pavement. He's down on his knees, unable to stand.

Voltar then drops to his stomach and rolls to his back and flails all of his limbs. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!"

Doktor Frogg turns to Red Menace, disturbed and confused by the sight. "What's the matter with him?"

Red Menace merely points to a person on the sidewalk, covered head to toe in the black slime. Red's expression also plainly tells him that it isn't something that he would want to see. Doktor Frogg slowly and horrifyingly realizes that the person is his girlfriend… He just slimed Pamela…


I start my walk home and spend the time to think to myself… Okay, so what do I do…? What can I do? Nothing- but maybe I can do something-

I'm sent to the ground as something covers me from head to toe. I let out a surprised shriek.

What is it? Ew, ew, ew! It's all slimy! Gross!

I shakily stand up and try, futilely, to shake off the slime.

I look to the direction and only then hear Voltar's laughter.

So it was Volt- wait a minute… Doktor Frogg holding a gun with the slime oozing from the tip? No, that can't be right. He- no. It's just the slime obstructing my vision… So why is it him I see, eyes widening?

He smiled a bit… What is wrong with this picture? He meant to hit me?

"No, Do-Doktor Frogg?" I say pitifully. The smile drops from his face.

"Pamela, I didn't mean to-"

Before he could spin off any nonsense, I run away. Where do I run? Kyle's of course. His house is closer than mine. Childish, I know, but the slime and Voltar's laughing all added to the factor of my embarrassment. What really pushed me over the edge though was Doktor Frogg's smile… His smile at my misfortune… caused by him.


Pamela just stood there, shocked eyes, wide, covered in the black slime that Doktor Frogg had made. He couldn't believe his eyes for a few minutes. Then, without even realising it, the corner of his lips tugged up slightly. He really didn't mean to smile, but her big eyes and posture made her look pretty cute. As soon as he smiled though, a hurt look washed over her face.

"No, Do-Doktor Frogg?" She asks, sounding really heartbroken.

Doktor Frogg's smile vanishes as he realizes what Pamela must be thinking at the moment.

"Pamela, I didn't mean to-" Before he could explain himself she's already dashing off. Not in the direction of her house, but to a very annoying male's that he despised. Kyle's house.

Doktor Frogg drops his slime gun and darts after her as fast as he could. Despite Pamela wearing heels, she's still faster than him, and her silhouette is disappearing fast, the black substance masking her quite well in the night.

"Pamela, wait!" Doktor Frogg calls out, futilely. She's already gone, and the burn in Doktor Frogg's lungs is telling him that he's reached his physical limit. But his will is strong.

"Pamela!" He chokes out. He keeps on running, desperate to reach her before Kyle could be the one to comfort her and spin off nonsense that he was better for her than him.

That thought alone is enough to make him stop in his tracks. Doktor Frogg thinks, horrified, to himself. Is he better for her than me?

He shakes his head and tries to start running again. His limbs are burning and he feels quite tired. He keeps on running though, because despite how much he thinks she would be better off without him, he just can't let her go.

Pamela is his saving grace. The one small flicker of light in his life that makes him believe that there's something more to the world than pain and hurt. He can't lose her. Not to someone like Kyle. And definitely not because he accidentally slimed her.


I really don't know what I thought I was going to do once I've reached Kyle's house. I know why I decided to come here. He was close by, and a friend. But why did I need his comfort? Why couldn't I have just gotten mad at Doktor Frogg and yelled at him then make up with him like I usually do?

Was I actually skeptical of our relationship like he was? Was I doubtful that he actually liked me?

Yes…

Tears pour down my face, and I'm almost at Kyle's house.

Of course… He kept on saying that he wasn't sure I actually liked him… He was actually trying to hint that he didn't want a relationship… And why should he? I, Pamela, the prude, plain, goody-two-shoes paired up with a wonderful, evil, attractive and outrageous mad scientist? One who had an extremely amazing accent and messy hair and a personality that had me drawn to him since the beginning? Who was I trying to kid?

My hand raps on Kyle's door. I wait for him to answer, and he does. Kyle is the one person who I can count on being there for me.

"Pamela?" He asks, stunned. I must look more a mess than ever right now. That thought makes the tears come even more, and I can't keep back a pitiful little sob. Kyle pulls me into a hug, dirtying his pyjamas. I desperately accept his hug. I need the friendship right now.

He gestures for me to come in and leads me to the bathroom right away.

"Um, you can take a shower if you want." He offers.

"Uh, yeah… S-sorry… I don't even know why I came here. I'm just a bother… I should have just gone home…" I say. I can see that I accidentally got some of the slime all over his face, and there's some in his hair. Probably because when we parted he ran his fingers, that were on my back, through his locks.

"Pamela… Believe me when I say that you are never a bother to me."

I blink, honestly taken back a bit… I never really understood why Kyle was always so nice to me… He likes me a bit, I know… But it seems really genuine… If only Doktor Frogg was like that… Not at all suspicious of me, and completely sure of our relationship…

But if he was any other way, if he wasn't completely him, then it just wouldn't be the same… I love Doktor Frogg and all of his quirks… so why can't he love me like that?

"I-I'll take a shower… Thank you…"

"Okay, I'll get you some clothes… Um, they might be a little big, but the towels are in the closet in the bathroom." He explains, slightly nervous.

"Thank you."

When Kyle is gone I close and lock the bathroom door. I then turn on the shower and let it run until it's the right temperature. My clothes come off of me with a sickly, slopping sound. I drop my dress and undergarments to the tiled bathroom floor and step in, letting the hot droplets of water rinse away the unpleasant feeling.

Okay, I probably overreacted… I don't even know why, though… I told Doktor Frogg I was completely sure of our relationship… But I worked out that I was feeling the same way Doktor Frogg was, but I didn't know it. Oh, I have to fix this… As soon as tomorrow comes, I'll go see him and apologize for running and talk things out… But talking always seems to make things worse with Doktor Frogg…

No, I will talk with him. Our relationship is important. I'm not going to let being slimed get in the way of our happiness.

"Oh, but it's so hard to get out of my hair!" I mutter, constantly adding shampoo into my hands and lathering it up on my head.


Doktor Frogg is out of breath at the front door of Kyle's place. He observes the slime trails on the door and place mat. Pamela is definitely present. He knocks and rings the doorbell, anxious to apologize to his girlfriend.

"Come on…" He mutters to himself. He tries the doorbell again and is extremely disappointed to see Kyle answer and not Pamela. It is his house, but he just doesn't like the male with curly hair.

"Is Pamela here?" Doktor Frogg asks, avoiding eye contact. He has to do so in order to keep his attitude in check… He would never admit it… but Doktor Frogg is extremely jealous of Kyle. He's too close to Pamela for his liking.

"She is." Kyle says, offering no more than that. He narrows his eyes at Pamela's boyfriend. How could she choose him?

Doktor Frogg waits for Kyle to tell her he's there, but it seems that that's the last thing on the boy's mind. "Well can you get her for me?"

Kyle narrows his eyes even more. "I don't think I can… You know, if all you do is make Pamela cry, then I don't think that you belong with her… She's too good for you, and you don't deserve her."

Doktor Frogg narrows his eyes right back at the boy in the man-child clothes. "What?"

Doktor Frogg realises that Pamela is probably too good for him, but for the vile boy to tell him so? That is just… unspeakable. How dare he? The insufferable little-

"So I suppose you think you're better for her?" Doktor Frogg spits out.

Kyle doesn't back down. "Much better than you."

"Oh really?" Doktor Frogg challenges.

"Yes."

Doktor Frogg and Kyle are eye to eye.

"Well she doesn't seem to think so." Doktor Frogg retorts. This was getting far too… out of hand.

Kyle pauses. "Then why… did she come… here?"

That one little remark causes a pain to shoot through Doktor Frogg's chest. He was stumped for an explanation as that question also plagued his mind.

Doktor Frogg sneers. "She wants the comfort of a friend. You are the closest thing she has to a female companion. If she had a girl friend then she would be there right now."

"Are you sure about that?" Kyle challenges, leaning against the door frame. He sniffs and wipes at his mouth, drawing the scientist's attention there. Upon the sight of black slime in his hair and on his mouth, Doktor Frogg steps back.

"You… you sick-"

"Sick? I'm just here for Pamela. I'm always here for her, even when you aren't." Kyle says snidely. He knew he was hitting Doktor Frogg in a vulnerable place, and he wasn't one bit sorry about it.

"She… She knows that I don't mean the things that- this isn't even your problem." Doktor Frogg retorts, a little jumbled up.

"I told her I'd be there for her, the last time you made her cry. I said that… and here I am, talking to you, the one man who hurt her. The one man who drove her to me."

"You don't have any claim to her." Doktor Frogg says, clenching his claws dangerously tight.

"And neither do you." Kyle says calmly. "How about this… I'll make a little wager with you. If Pamela goes running back to you, then she must really love you… But if she stays away from you, it's clear that she doesn't love you. If she does stay away from you, you can't pursue her and cause her anymore pain... But if she goes back to you, then I'll stop trying to win her over. Deal?"

Doktor Frogg looks at Kyle with a disgusted expression. "You think I'd bet on Pamela?"

"No, but I thought that her happiness was in your best interest." Kyle says.

"Of course it is, you good for nothing-"

"So then you see my point. If she goes back to you, I'll stop chasing her. If she stays away from you, then you stop chasing her. That way, you'll stop hurting her, if she comes to her senses and forgets about you."

Doktor Frogg felt quite like rotten scum. "Fine. Only for Pamela…"

Kyle merely smiled.


Oh snaaaapppp. R and R!