Request for OwlLover104!

Finally, after three or four months, I got it out of the way! I wanna give a big thanks to guest who gave me these incredible ideas. I didn't see that Ducktales episode you were talking about, man, and it's bit too late for me to check it out now, but uh I'll get around to it. Anyway, Owl, I hope you enjoy this. (This took three months like come on-)

"Hey, CW?"

The carefree mentor looked away from his magazine as the closet doors opened. Ollie stood before him with his hands behind his back, seemingly hiding something. Almost instantly, Wowski assumed the worst; he either did something extremely stupid with the pack again or swiped one of his gadgets and accidentally broke it. "Ollie?" He asked in the same tone.

"Can I ask you about something? Y'know, pack related?"

Well, this was a first. Normally when they needed to talk about Chosen One stuff, he always came to Ollie, not the other way around. As confused as he was, he was also interested, proud even. Sitting up on the couch, he patted the space beside him. "Nice to see that you're taking this stuff more seriously, man! C'mon, tell me what's up."

Ollie did as he was asked, somehow breaking all rules of logic by keeping his hands out of sight without question. Nervously, he began to explain his reason for coming.

"So, um, this has been something that's been on my mind for months. One day, Mom showed me some of my dad's belongings, and... I found this behind some pictures..."

He then showed Wowski the pack symbol, his expression full of hope. "This is yours, right? It can't be my dad's...I mean, that was my original thought, but...Nah, that sounds dumb." The redhead snickered at his own thoughts, oblivious to Wowski's sudden silence. "Even a sharp mind like mine isn't perfect 24/7. Of course this belongs to you. Like, if it belonged to my dad, then that would mean that he was, what, a Chosen One? And that would mean that Mom would have some experience with this sort of stuff, and she would know you! Isn't that hilarious?"

He found out.

Wowski felt dread at the explanation he was going to have to offer, fiddling with the small symbol in his hands. He knew that eventually, Ollie was going to get a bit too curious and dig in places he wasn't supposed to be in - he had that feeling ever since Ollie asked why he was the Chosen One. The purple monster tried his best to get rid of any evidence or clues that would lead the teenager to find out the truth... but obviously, he wasn't careful enough. And now, he was going to have to bring up tons of unpleasant memories, and possibly jeopardize his friendship with Ollie.

And yes, he had to do it. He couldn't lie to this kid. In the end, it would only end up making things worse. Besides, maybe it wouldn't hurt him too much since he unknowingly stated the truth. That is, it wouldn't hurt as long as Ollie didn't ask the wrong questions.

"C Dubs? Hellooo, are you there?" He waved a hand playfully in front of the mentor's face. "It's no big deal if it's yours, man. I'm more worried about why you were going through my dad's stuff. That was really rude, y'know."

Wowski sighed mentally.

Here goes nothing.

"Oll... there's something I need to tell you," he said in an unnaturally serious tone. Ollie's cocky smile slowly faded at the sudden change of voice, wondering what could possibly be wrong. "What? It's yours, isn't it? Don't try to defend yourself, you're the only suspect. I mean, as I stated before, it can't be Dad's-"

"But what if it is?" Wowski interrupted. A heavy blanket of silence covered the atmosphere, Ollie trying to comprehend what he just said. It was strange, super strange - if he didn't know any better, he could've sworn that CW just revealed that the symbol actually belonged to his father. Yet, this could also be another one of Wowski's games. With a sheepish laugh of denial, he answered with, "Y-you're kidding, right? Did Pyper set up cameras somewhere?"

"Ollie... I have something I should've told you a long time ago... a-and I hope you won't be too angry with me or anything. Who knows, maybe we might actually get a chuckle out of this!"

"A chuckle," he more so stated this than asked, raising a brow. "Yeah, sure. So, what's the truth, Wowski? You stole that thing from Snorch and now she's thirsty for revenge?" He laid back, one leg over the other.

"I wish," he muttered under his breath, "But no, O-Ollie... this isn't mine or Snooch's, it's your father's."

Much to Wowski's dismay, Ollie's doubt only seemed to grow. "How? There's no way that could be his unless..." he suspended as he slowly figured it out. The look on Wowski's face only confirmed his suspicions. "He... wait, wait...Wowski, was he a chosen one?"

"Depends on what you mean..."

"A chosen one! Like fighting monsters, protective earth, what I'm doing!"

"Oh, that!" Wowski's anxiety grew as Ollie began to corner him. "Well, I-I mean, there's no full way to be sure that... that, uh..."

"Wowski!"

"Woah there, man, you sound angry! Whatever happened to that chuckle we were talking about?"

"Dude, forget a chuckle! Was he a chosen one or not?!" Ollie demanded an answer, standing up with a threatening - he was a good three feet taller than Wowski, mind you - stance.

Yeah...on second thought, Ollie wasn't ready. If his reaction was this explosive as of now, then how would he take the full, complete truth? Maybe later on down the road when the boy matured, he'd break it to him. "Y'know what, Oll? Perhaps now isn't the time to explain that type of stuff. You're still a young eagle trying to figure yourself out, and... yeah. Some other time."

"Too young?! I'm 13, Wowski, and I think I have a right to know about my own father!" The redhead fumed. "I don't know who you take me for, but it's certainly not an idiot... you wouldn't lead me on for so long just to change subjects out of nowhere. It's not even this time! Every time I ask you why I was chosen, or why Pyper of all people is a Cho-Sub, you shrug it off or spit out some quotes! Well, guess what? It's not gonna work today. You know a whole lot more than what you're letting on, and we've gone too deep for me to drop this. So... I'm gonna ask again... was my dad a chosen one? Yes. Or. No.

His intimidating, ticked off stare was too much for the mentor. He was right, even though Wowski was hesitant to admit it; Ollie had every right to know about his father's whereabouts and past occupation. But at the same time, he was only trying to protect the boy from heartbreak. Oh well. He wanted to know, and it was clear that he wasn't going to let up until he got his answer. Any pain that came after this... unfortunately, he brought it to himself.

"Alright, you know what?! Since you wanna know so darn bad, I'll tell you, okay?! I'll tell you everything! Yes, your dad was a chosen one! He fought monsters, he protected earth, and he was good at it! He was probably the best owner I've ever seen! You wanna know why I chose you? Because after he became trapped, we all had high hopes that his boy could carry on his legacy! We even thought that you could do better! There, there you go! Happy?!"

He was panting heavily by the time he finished his speech, waiting for Ollie to respond. He could be mad, what did he care? He gave him what he wanted, right?"

"H-he's ... trapped?" Ollie asked inaudibly, going pale. Wowski regretted his choice of words instantly when he saw the hurt, confused, and slightly anguished look in his eyes. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"

"Oh...Oll, I didn't know what... I mean... nothing." Wowski was at a loss for words, making the brutal mistake of glancing at the pack. Ollie looked in that direction and became ballistic.

"The pack... he's... OH GOD, HE'S TRAPPED IN THERE?!"

"No, no!" Wowski scrambled off of the couch before Ollie could make any rash decisions, crawling out of the closet. Luckily, the boy was stunned by his own panicky thoughts that he had enough time to book it-

"YOU!"

Ollie turned on his heel, jabbing an accusing pointer finger in Wowski's direction. "What did you do?!"

"Ollie, I-I didn't do anything! I swear, I wasn't even around-"

"Then how do you know he's trapped in the pack?!"

"I never said he was, you beat me to it!" He blurted due to stress, slapping his hands over his mouth a split second too late.

"He's in there FOR REAL?! I've been using that thing for 5 months, and you didn't say anything about it at all! What's wrong with you?! What did you do, w-what happened to him?!"

"I don't know!" Wowski flinched, hoping with all of his heart that Ollie would have a random, life-saving moment of stupidity and forget about this, at least for a while. But that wasn't the case, was it.

"Yes, you do! It's painfully clear that you do, so what is it?! Did he take too long fighting a monster? Did you guys give up on him?! Just tell me something, anything, I'm not going to ask again!"

"A mission!" The purple monster cried in fear, afraid to open his eyes. He could believe that a 13-year-old was easily prying the truth out of him by shouting. "It-it was a mission! I don't remember it well, it was a-a long time ago, but it had something to do with Alastor! Something happened, maybe one of my doohickeys malfunctioned, I don't know! All I know was that when I came out, he wasn't there, and that was it! But I promise it's not as bad as you think! There's a 50/50 chance that he's dead or alive... that's relieving, h-huh?"

They stood there, Ollie looking down at his shoes as Wowski inched away little by little. Normally, Ollie wasn't the type of person to get mad-mad. He had no problems holding an old fashioned grudge. But right now, the rage he felt was nothing compared to all of those other times...there was even a hint of hatred. He knew that he shouldn't lash out like this, they needed to talk like civil people...but at the same time...

Thanks to Wowski, his father was gone. Thanks to him, his father was dead. Accidental or not, that was nowhere near excusable. He grew up for years without a father figure, and while he respectfully accepted that he passed away due to an unknown freak accident, as everyone told him...to find out that his death was actually caused by his so-called friend's clumsiness?

That wasn't okay. That wasn't okay at all. The rage began to burn.

"Run."

Wowski looked up, his heart racing like a cheetah. "W-what?"

"Run. Now."

Quickly scrambling to his feet, Wowski began to back up to the door. "Why? O-Ollie, what are you gonna do? You aren't mad, are you?"

"No... no, I'm not mad."

Ollie clutched a nearby, heavy dictionary, leaving small dents in the hardcover with his nails as he slowly walked forwards.

"I'm infuriated. You... you're the reason my dad's gone. But I'm trying to be nice, okay? I'm telling you t-to run because in three seconds, I'm going to do something I'm going to regret," his voice was shaky as Wowski grabbed the doorknob. "Oh wait, I won't regret it You deserve this."

"Hold on a second, Ollie-Oll, let's not make any rash decisions-"

"RUN!"

Aware of the inevitable ass beating that was soon coming, he swiftly opened the door with a yelp. Pyper, Cleo, and Bernie, who must've been leaning against the door to eavesdrop, fell to the ground instantly. Wowski would focus more on that later, but right now? He needed to run for his life. Stepping over the groaning people, he made a mad dash down the stairs. A hailstorm of random objects came flying past him; a book, some toy cars, a freaking trophy. He knew that Ollie was hot on his heels, and it only fueled him to go faster. Don't look back, he couldn't. That could end up being the last thing he'll ever do.

"Jesus, Ollie, you're gonna break a window!"

He could hear Cleo not too far away, along with a few snickers from Pyper and concerned whining from Bernie. If she was laughing, then they hadn't heard everything that went on, right?

"I'M GOING TO BREAK EVERY SINGLE BONE IN HIS BODY!"

"Ollie, stop!"

There was a crash and a tumble, CW taking a risk to turn around to see what had happened. Cleo had tackled Ollie to the ground, desperately trying to wrestle a sharp, long pair of meat cutter scissors out of his tight grip.

Yes, those things exist, my teacher has some of those right on her desk.

Oh god...to think what would've happened if she had been just a second late...

"Ollie, give me the scissors!" Cleo shouted through gritted teeth, trying to pin him down yet snatch the scissors at the same time. He swung them wildly, kicking out and screaming at her to release him. There was nothing but pure, genuine rage in his eyes, and that fire wasn't going out until he got what he wanted.

"LET ME GO! GET OFF RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA RIP HIS ARM OUT OF HIS SOCKET AND BEAT HIM WITH IT!"

His angered screeching was starting to get unsettling, and it almost made Cleo stop fighting and run to the nearest therapist. She didn't know the whole context of their falling out, but it must've been bad.

"Dude, chill out! What's wrong with you?!"

She grabbed his wrist tightly, her other arm around his waist as they practically arm wrestled for scissors. Bernie, of course, stood in the back like a coward, and Pyper was eating popcorn.

"Get off!"

"Then drop the scissors and...calm down- ow!"

She hissed, instinctively pulling her hand back when something painfully sharp pricked it. On her palm rested three, small ugly looking scratches.

Oh, so that's how he wanted to play?

"Bernie, give me a hand!" Cleo demanded in a soldier-like tone, snatching the struggling boy's skinny wrist again with more force.

Bernie jumped at the sound of his name, looking around to see if she was talking to anybody else. When he looked at Pyper, the girl edged away a few inches. "M-me? Oh, I don't know...he might kill me-"

"Bernie, just get the freaking scissors!"

Her grip started to loosen due to Ollie's violent thrashing and shouting. It didn't help that he was becoming unpredictable. If he had the balls to scratch her, who knows what he would do next? Bite her?

"Ahh!"

Bernie, only seconds into getting involved, was bitten in the hand. Hard. The bitemark was bleeding pretty bad, stitches kind of bad.

"Alright, that's it!"

She let Ollie go, causing everybody in the room to give her confused, horrified looks. Just as Cleo expected, he began to run toward CW at top speed, swinging the scissors every which way. Quickly, she ran behind him and shoved him, the momentum causing him to collide harshly with the ground. She pinned him down, yanking his arms and putting them behind his back. And finally, finally, she was able to get ahold of the scissors.

"T-there," the bluenette panted, handing Bernie the sharp object and trusting him to put it somewhere safe.

"Cleo, get off!" He yelled, still persistent on getting his well-deserved payback. "Get off, get off, GET OFF!"

"Oll, this isn't like you," Bernie said lightly, his hand wrapped in a towel. "You gotta snap out of this, man..."

"The only thing I'm about the snap is his arm!" His legs swung wildly, trying to land a hit hard enough to get her off. "So tell her to get off!"

"CW, can you give us a moment?" Cleo smiled politely at the mentor, who had been cowering behind the couch. Without being needed to ask twice, he left the house to find a hiding place. With a sigh, Cleo got off of Ollie.

"What is WRONG with you?!" He screamed, yanking his hair. "I had him, he was right THERE, AND YOU GUYS MESSED IT UP, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT-"

A slap silenced everyone, the sound of the impact reverberating around the room. Before you know it, Ollie was back on the floor, holding his stinging cheek. Cleo stood before him, checking her nails.

"Listen here, partner... I don't know who exactly you think I am, but I'll tell you right now that I'm not Bernie. I let the scratches slide. I even let the fact that you almost stabbed me with scissors slide. But I'm not going to stand here and let you scream at us like we're the bad guys. Chill out."

Walking back and forwards across the room with her nose in the air, she sighed again. "Now...Ollie Allen, what has gotten into you?! You don't stab people with scissors, that's awful! A-and what about those books? You could've seriously hurt him, you know that? Heck, you could've seriously hurt all of us! You bit Bernie, and he's bleeding! What do you have to say for yourself?"

She patently wanted for an answer. Ollie sat on the ground, silently seething with his fists curled.

"It's not fair..."

"What's not fair?"

"He's the reason Dad isn't here anymore," he mumbled with aggravation, tears stinging his eyes. "If it wasn't for him, then... he'd still be alive. He's the reason why there's been this huge, depressing void in my life. I don't know, I just wanted him to know how I felt and... it's not fair. How come he gets to hurt me, but I-I can't hurt him?"

At that, Cleo softened up tremendously. "Um... Ollie, I'm sorry. I didn't know, but...still, what you did was wrong. You could've punched him or kicked him, but stabbing him. That's wrong. Like, not even Pyper would go that far, and she broke into an organization."

Skeptical of her brother's excuse, Pyper shrugged. "That's pretty bold of you to assume such a thing."

"Pyper!" Bernie scolded.

They didn't get it. Nobody, absolutely nobody. And somehow, that hurt more than the things that Wowski told him.

"Fine. Take his side, I don't care," he grumbled, standing to his feet.

"Wait, Ollie, we weren't trying to sound insensitive or anything!" Cleo rushed, grabbing his arm. "We're super sorry about whatever he did to your dad, but I'm just saying that acting out on anger wasn't going to make things better-"

"It would've made things better for me!" He shouted, snatching back his arm. "I get it, I have no right to grieve the way I want. Just leave me alone, okay?"

He stormed up the stairs, leaving everyone in awe and Cleo with guilt.

"That was interesting," Pyper scoffed, looking up the stairs. "Kinda scary, but interesting. Bernie, is your hand okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I think so," Bernie nodded with a small smile. "I'll just put some ice over it and hope for the best. Thanks for asking-"

"Yeah yeah, great," Pyper interrupted with a roll of her eyes. "Where did CW go?"

With perfect timing, the mentioned monster peeked his head in the door. While he was happy to know that Ollie was gone, it changed when he was met with questioning, disapproving stares.

"What?"

"You have a lot to explain," Cleo said, nodding up towards the stairs. Wowski gulped.

Guess his work wasn't finished.