Here we go with chapter thirty-six! Anyway, enjoy!
"So you see, Monkeyman, that's why we need to break off that engagement, and to prove to Olga that she's being used!" Arnold said.
Monkeyman, who had been carefully listening to the story the whole time, was sitting up in shock, processing all the information. Arnold groaned. "I know it's a LOT to take in, and we wanted to tell you sooner, but we needed to be sure. I won't be surprised if you don't believe me about the whole demon thing..."
"No, Arnold... what you said makes sense." Monkeyman sighed.
"Huh?" Arnold said in shock.
"After we went our separate ways, my uncle told me about how my mother is actually an angel who married my father, who happened to be the second Monkeyman. When I was really young, they were killed off in a mission trying to destroy a demon army, whose king was determined to mate with my mother. It was assumed that the demon king had died, but... if what you say is true and Bramble is a demon, then... I have at least three theories. The one is the one my uncle said, that the mirror may have demon like abilities and it possessed Bramble. My second theory is that Bramble isn't a real person and maybe, JUST maybe he was a demon all along, probably a survivor of the explosion, either the king himself or another one of his lackeys, who somehow wrote up new information on a made up person, took form of said person, and lived amongst us for years since." Monkeyman said.
"What's the third theory?" Arnold raised an eyebrow.
"I was going to say it might have to do with a little girl who gave a mirror to a demon and is just messing around with us just so as soon as we let our guard down, the world dies, but that's just a low number." Monkeyman said. "I mean, it's a ridiculous theory when you think about it."
"Yeah, that third theory does sound ridiculous. I mean, a little girl determined to destroy the world? Who thought that up?"
Meanwhile, in another dimension, a little girl in raven hair and a purple dress was munching on some popcorn, watching a monitor as she settled in. The girl paused as she took another handful of popcorn. "Hmmm... good theory... too bad it doesn't hold water."
All of a sudden, a button flashed on her monitor as the girl took interest. "Another created world already? Curious..."
"Did you feel a sudden chill?" Arnold asked in curiosity, looking at Monkeyman as he was holding his arms in the cold position.
Monkeyman blinked in confusion, before shaking his head. "So, basically, we have two theories right now."
"Maybe so..." Arnold groaned. "The question is... what can we do?"
Monkeyman frowned. "The only thing we CAN do... we need to confront the source."
Grimly's eyes widened as he turned to his nephew. "Kevin, no! If your friend here is right in that Bramble DID set you up to be a bad guy, how do you know for SURE that he'll just take a punch... if he's a demon?"
"Exactly why I'm asking him for a fair fight... and if he transforms into a demon mid-battle... I still have my holy abilities." Monkeyman said.
Arnold paused as he looked up. "So, your answer is to beat up a demon who may be at his strongest?"
"I will admit, it's an unorthodox plan, but it's the best one. I'm going to stand and fight! I feel like I'm re-" Monkeyman started.
"You got no chance to stand and fight, you better stay in bed! He'll blast you left, he'll blast you right, and tap dance on your head!" Two familiar singers sang out from the window as guitars were playing.
Arnold groaned as he turned towards the window. "Are those two guys STILL following you around?"
"After seeing us in action at Slausen's, I think they feel important by following me everywhere I go and singing about what I do or even what I say." Monkeyman said.
"Do you even know them?" Arnold frowned.
Monkeyman just blinked... before shaking his head. Arnold sighed. "Anyway, Monkeyman, whether you choose to fight or not, remember, Helga and I are here to help."
"Thanks, sidekick, but just if I'm right and he is a demon... what would two kids do? No, I think it's best you try to hide and avo-" Monkeyman started.
"You can try your best to hide, but 'member what we said! He'll blast you left, he'll blast you right, and tap dance on your head!" The two singers sang out from the window.
Arnold frowned as he got up and turned to Grimly. "Excuse me, mind if I use that frying pan?"
"Er, go ahead." Grimly said.
"Thank you." Arnold said as he grabbed the frying pan and settled himself next to the window. "Are you suggesting we run? What if w-"
"You may think that you can run, but Bramble's really tough! He'll blast you left, he'll blast you right, and tap dance on your he-"
Arnold peeked his head out the window and used the frying pan to break both the singers' guitars, much to their shock. Arnold then slammed the window down angrily, before leaving their view.
The first singer blinked. "What's wrong with him?"
The second singer frowned and crossed his arms. "Obviously, he doesn't appreciate fine music."
Helga, who had just arrived at Monkeyman's place, just watched Arnold's destruction of the singers' guitars in shock, before smirking. "Heh. Go, Arnold."
Back inside, Arnold looked up to Monkeyman as he said, "No, I'm saying that just in case I need to get out, I need you to call up the ambulance or the police and tell them that their hero is getting hurt... when they get there, abra cadabra that man up!"
"Ah... gotcha!" Arnold smirked as he heard the door knocking. Arnold went up as he opened the door to see Helga. "Helga, hey! Did you talk to Melissa and Jackie!"
"Yeah, I told them to talk to Olga and try to get her to take a re-test." Helga said. "What are we doing?"
"Well... I hope you're ready for another raid of Bramble's home." Arnold frowned as he tapped his backpack. "Because Monkeyman, Chimpin' and Orangirltan are about to invite themselves in for juice!"
"Tea." Helga pointed out.
"Tea, that's what I meant." Arnold said as Helga gave the same smirk.
"Oh, isn't this just so exciting!" Miriam was practically squealing in delight as she held the camera, Olga smiling nervously as Melissa and Jackie were sitting next to her. Miriam snapped the photo as she put it down. "Oh, you all have been such wonderful people! You know, maybe we should celebrate it! Maybe you'd like a little wine, Ol-"
"NO!" Olga screamed, causing Miriam to step back... before Olga yelped as she chuckled nervously. "Uh, I mean, no thanks. I don't think I would be able to handle alcohol."
"Oh, I don't blame you, sweetheart. I think the doctor told us something about having one sip and you're out like a light... or something like that. I'm not sure on the details, but who cares! This is the happiest moment of your life... soon to be followed by plenty more!" Miriam smiled as Melissa and Jackie looked at each other. "But thinking about it, that wine does sound like a good idea. Maybe I'll pour myself a glass. Don't worry, I won't do too much."
As Miriam started to skip happily to the kitchen, Melissa and Jackie sighed as Jackie said, "Finally. Thought we'd never be alone together."
"Oh, come on. I know my mother isn't really the best when it comes to get-togethers, but she really is a fun woman when you get to know her." Olga said. "Besides, I'm pretty relieved. I was worried my mother would get suspicious and start asking questions, like 'why are you staring at your belly at most times'? Maybe I'm just paranoid because of the whole pregnancy issue."
Melissa paused as she nodded towards Jackie. "Actually, that's what we wanted to talk to you about... your pregnancy. Well... we want to ask... what pregnancy test did you use?"
"The one Owen gave me of course. He told me that there were a few of them in his bathroom." Olga said.
"And here's our next question. WHY would he have pregnancy tests hanging around his bathroom... if he doesn't have a wife?" Jackie asked.
Olga blinked. "Uh... well... actually, that's a good question..."
"Now, Olga, we're your friends, and we support you... but don't you think it's a little too convenient that Bramble had pregnancy tests lying around? And remember your mother's mention of your doctor and how you handle alcohol? She gave the hint right there!" Melissa explained. "You cannot handle your liquor... or wine... or whatever, because one drink from you, and you fall unconscious automatically! We have reason to believe that maybe... JUST maybe... Owen tried to get you drunk, but he didn't know you fell down, unconscious after ONE... FREAKING... DRINK!"
Olga's eyes widened. "You're not suggesting he... but he's so nice, he would never take-"
"Olga, please. THINK before you defend someone. We never said he raped you while unconscious... maybe he wanted to save it when you WERE conscious..." Jackie frowned.
"What are you suggesting?" Olga frowned.
"We're SUGGESTING that there is a chance that you didn't lose your virginity after all, and those pregnancy tests have been set up by Bramble!" Jackie sighed. "I hate to break it to you, Olga, but the man only wanted you for your body... and probably breeding fodder. He doesn't care about you at all."
Olga looked at Melissa and Jackie, conflicted in confusion. "It's not true... it's not true at all, is it?"
Melissa and Jackie sighed as Melissa said, "Well, we can see you need some time... but Olga, I suggest before doing anything rash... you take another pregnancy test, a DIFFERENT one than the one you took... if it says you're not pregnant... well, you're the "smartest" in our school. Hopefully, you'll be able to do the math."
"See you later, Olga." Jackie said as she and Melissa started to get up and head out the door.
It was at this point, Olga looked down at her stomach once again. She didn't want to believe what her friends said... but her friends are always so honest... and yet, could it be true? It was then a crash was heard in the living room.
"Don't worry, Olga, just a slip..." A familiar drunken sounding woman sounded as Miriam came staggering out, an empty bottle in hand. Olga's eyes widened.
"Mother... did you just drink up a WHOLE bottle of wine?" Olga asked.
"Hey, don't worry about my life!" Miriam laughed as she pointed to Olga. "You're going to get married! And let me tell you, I'm expecting some grand children from you in the future. I'm sure me and Bob will... love 'em! I think I need to lay down for a while."
Olga just smiled towards her drunk mother nervously as she got up and laid down, singing to herself. As Miriam was singing something about Olga being beautiful and dressing in white, Olga took the moment to sneak away from Miriam so she could finish in peace.
"I wonder if Mother realizes she's a little loopy when she drinks..." Olga said nervously as she entered the bathroom. She paused as she looked in the mirror. It became apparent that on her face, her eyes were more watery, as if she was living a life of torture. She paused as she opened the bathroom cabinet. Up in the corner of the top shelf, something had caught her eye. There was a box of pregnancy tests, much different than the ones Bramble had. Curious about what her friends had told her, she took the box of pregnancy tests and examined them. Carefully taking one out of the box, she started to read the instructions.
She needed to know for sure...
And with that, we'll leave it off here! How did you guys like it? Sorry it took a while, but things have been a little slow around here. Don't worry, the pace is going to pick up soon enough! By the way, you may recognize a familiar little girl that made an appearance in another Hey Arnold story! I just couldn't resist putting her in as a cameo! That aside, hope you guys like this chapter! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!