Welcome to chapter two everyone! Thank you everyone who gave me feed back on the first chapter, it's greatly appreciated. Now onto the second chapter.

Warnings: language, abuse, and blood.

Chapter two: The one eyed puppeteer

Things were so different now, they have been this way for almost two years now. Mekeke is a teal keronian who lived in his father's wood shop. They built the wood shop during the summer time to get out of his mother's childhood neighbor. Mekeke didn't have friends in that neighborhood, in fact they all thought he was weird cause he liked to play with puppets. He would get beat up at school, the only person who understood him was his mom. He loved his mom, she was always so warm, she was happy all the time. She was understanding and so kind. Mekeke never heard her raise her voice, he respected his mother so much. Two years ago, she passed away from an illness, they said it couldn't be cured. Mekeke watched as his mother suffered in her hospital bed and no one did anything to help her. When she died, a piece of Mekeke died too. He lost the only person who truly loved him and cared for him. The only person he cared about too.

His dad wasn't like his mother at all, he was the exact opposite. Mekeke always would get yelled at by him, his mother always stepping in to save his mom. When his mother died, there was no one to save him from his father's rage. The world became dark for Mekeke, he camped out in the ceiling playing with his puppets. It was the only thing he enjoyed doing nowadays. His dad didn't like to acknowledge his mom exists. He didn't even go to the funeral. He moved out of that neighbor to forget about his own wife. Mekeke wasn't allowed to talk to his mother's side of the family anymore and his father is an only child, so he had no one to talk to.

Mekeke always heard the customers call him weird, a freak. Most customers were afraid of him, Mekeke thought that was funny, they were scared of a tadpole like him. A freshman in high school and adults were afraid of him.

The teal tadpole rolled out of the bed and rubbed his head. His first day of high school, he wasn't excited for it. He just wanted to be away from his dad for a couple hours. He peeked out his door and sighed heavily. A trail of beer bottles that was leading into his father's room. His father started drinking more and more since his mother died. Normally his mom would stop him from drinking so much, now his father drinks until he passes out.

Mekeke kicked the bottles out of his way as he made his way down to the kitchen. He hated this house. He wanted to move back to his old house, to his mom's house. Mekeke opened the fridge, nothing. He hissed in anger, he would have to school early to have breakfast or...wait until lunch to actually eat. Mekeke grumbled as he debated his options. Mekeke crossed his arms and pouted. There was a third option, just so he would have food in the house. Waking up his father. Mekeke played with one of the ears on his hat.

His mom made him this hat, he loved this hat. Not just because it was the last thing his mother made him. He liked it because it was different from everyone else. He liked being different. Mekeke sighed and walked back upstairs almost tripping over a beer bottle. Pushing his father's door open.

Of course...another keronian laid in bed with him. Mekeke gritted his teeth. He wondered how he got a wonderful person like his mom anyway. "Hey dad." he called. Nothing, his dad was out like a light. "Papa!" Mekeke shouted louder. He had no luck waking up his dad, but the other keronian woke up. The keronian stared at him, still half asleep. Mekeke rolled his eyes. "Dad!"

The keronian sat up and shook his father's shoulder. His father slowly woke up and looked over at his son who was in the doorway. "Mekeke...what is it?" his father grumbled.

"There's no food."

His father sat up and gestured that Mekeke walk over. Mekeke hesitated, but walked over as his father requested. Mekeke would never admit it, but he was afraid of his father. His father has the ability to be violent when he was drinking. Mekeke wasn't sure how much he had last night.

"Mekeke."

Mekeke flinched, crap he was lost in his thoughts again. "S-sorry papa…" Mekeke apologized. His father handed him some cash. "Get something to eat before you go to school."

Mekeke took the money and nodded. "Yes sir."

It was 20 dollars worth in space money, that was more than enough to get him some breakfast. "Papa…" Mekeke started, that's when he got the look. His dad was getting annoyed with him, but he probably wanted his new boyfriend to like him so he wasn't going to yell. Mekeke gulped and looked down at his feet again. "I-I wanted to visit mama's grave after scho-"

"No." his dad cut him off as he shook his head. "That's too far and I don't want you out that late."

"But papa-"

Mekeke squeaked as his father grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him closer to him. The rage in his eyes. "Listen here Mekeke," the dad started to raise his voice a little, but he caught himself. He really was trying to leave a good impression on his boyfriend. "I don't want you going that far out, I forbid it."

The dad let go of Mekeke's shirt and rubbed on the ears of his hat. The tadpole flinched as his dad raised his hand, whoever his new boyfriend was he liked having him around. It meant his dad wouldn't hit him for now. "Do you understand, Mekeke?"

"Yes papa…" Mekeke answered softly.

Mekeke stopped at a fast food place for breakfast, he was pretty upset that he couldn't visit his mom. The thought of disobeying his father only making him shiver more. Mekeke had a bad habit of biting his fingers when he was nervous. He was biting his fingers in the high hall. The teal tadpole wasn't paying attention. Mekeke bumped into someone.

"Hey, you alright?"

Mekeke nodded as the other tadpole and went back to biting his fingers. He went to his locker that happened to be next to his. The tadpole leaded on his locker and smiled at him. "Are you sure?" he asked again. Mekeke didn't answer but glared at the tadpole grinning at him. The tadpole shrugged and turned to walk away. "I like your hat by the way." he said as he walked away. Mekeke smiled a bit, no one had complimented his hat before.

Mekeke didn't know anyone at this school, it was the nearest school to his house as he had to attend. All he did know from the looks of it is that this was a school to prepare tadpoles for the military. He had no interest in the military, his family wasn't big on. The only person who joined was his great grandfather on his mother's side. He passed away in battle, so Mekeke never got to meet him. This school would have to do. He looked at the map he got of the school trying to find his way to Classroom A.

Mekeke swore he was lost and on top of that already late for his first class. He found classroom A, finally and he got a glare from the teacher.

"You must be Mekeke." the teacher snarled. Mekeke rubbed his head and laughed nervously. "H-heh...yeah...I got lost." he tried to explain but the teacher's face told him that explaining himself just wasn't going to work. "Well, since you're late you can sit next to Putata in the back."

Mekeke nodded and made his way to the back of the class. Hey, it was the tadpole from before. Mekeke perked up a bit, he was glad. His mom always would tell him that you can make a friend out of anyone if you really tried. Back then he didn't try very hard, but this year he didn't want to spend High school alone. "Hi, I'm Mekeke." Mekeke whispered as he held out his hand. Putata looked over and smiled. Shaking Mekeke's hand firmly. "Putata."

The teal tadpole smiled just a little. Mekeke barely paid attention in class, he was more focused on Putata's desk. It was covered in drawings, some that Putata was coloring in during class. Mekeke tried to get a better look at them.

Putata felt his stare, it was uncomfortable at first, but it didn't have the heart to tell him to back off. He kept glancing up at the chalkboard from time to time. Math, tsh. Putata hated math, he hated school. Mekeke wasn't paying attention either, he was paying more attention to him. Putata didn't make a lot of friends, he didn't know the first thing about making them. Most of the people he talked to wanted free drawings. Putata spent the whole class doodling on his desk, Mekeke looking over his shoulder. After a while Putata didn't mind it.

The bell rang for lunch time. Good, Mekeke was hungry again. He waited for Putata to stand up before walking with him. Putata heard his footsteps behind him. "What are you following me for?" he asked.

"I don't want to get lost." answered Mekeke. Putata shook his head and pointed in the other direction. "The lunch room is down the hall to the left."

Mekeke tilted his head and looked in the direction he was pointing. "And where are you going?"

"Away from here, I attended one class today, that's enough for me." Putata started walking again. "It was nice to meet you, Mekeke."

Putata waved goodbye to Mekeke whistling as he walked. Mekeke stood there for a moment, he wondered if he should follow. He looked back at the tadpole who was whistling down the hall. Mekeke shrugged. It was only the first day, he could skip a class or two. "Hey hold up!" he shouted and ran after Putata.

The greenish tadpole glanced behind him as Mekeke caught up. "I'm gonna come with you," he declared. Putata put his hands behind his head as he walked. "Heh? Why?" Putata questioned.

"Because, I want to get to know you better...isn't that how you make friends?"

'Friends.' No one ever wanted to really get to know Putata, Putata was the naughty kid. That naughty kid you would get into trouble if you hung out with. But this guy didn't seem to care. "I guess so." Putata finally answered, shrugging. "I wouldn't know, I don't have friends."

Mekeke was fine just tagging along, Putata showed him a way out of the school to avoid security. Putata even seemed impressed when he jumped over the fence with little effort. It felt nice to hang out with someone. Putata took him to a candy store that was three blocks down. Mekeke wasn't a very big sweet tooth, but he was willing to try this place out. He still had leftover money from his dad anyway and his dad didn't say how much he was supposed to spend.

Putata sat down in a booth and pulled out his sketchbook, it had one page left so he might as well. Mekeke sat down across from him resting his chin on the table. "You do this a lot?" the teal tadpole asked.

"Do what a lot?", Putata was drawing very swiftly on the page as Mekeke talked to him.

"Skip class."

The artist snorted but nodded his head. "All the time, you?"

"First time…"

It was small talk at first, trying to get to know each other. It was awkward for the both of them. Soon they warmed up to each other. Mekeke ordered a soda and that was pretty much it, Putata ordered some ice cream and a soda.

After a while, Putata told him where he lived. Well what street at least, and the military flags outside. He also talked about his hatred of the military, his annoying older brother. It felt nice to have someone listen to him. He felt a weight lifted from his shoulders as he walked about it and someone who gets it. Putata learned that Mekeke wasn't the one to just nod his head but he also his own opinion of his own and would speak it with no regrets. The two tadpoles had an instant connection. Nothing about Putata's art came up or if he could give him free art.

Soon the topic of Mekeke's mom came up and how he really felt about his dad. But he didn't tell Putata everything, just half of what was happening with his dad. Mekeke explained that today was his mom's birthday and that's why he wanted to go see her. He wanted to wish her happy birthday. Putata listened unsure of what to say. He's never had a family member pass away and he didn't like his mother very much either.

"I think you can go see your mom." Putata finally said. "Life is too short to listen to everything your parents say, plus it's her birthday. I'm sure she would want to see you too."

Mekeke thought about what Putata said after an hour or two, Mekeke lost track, Putata had to leave to head home. Mekeke thought he should too but the thought of his mom still lingered in his head. The tadpole decided he was going to take Putata's advice. What was the worst that could happen?

Little did Mekeke know, his life was about to change, forever.

Mekeke got home extremely late, he fell asleep next to his mom's grave, when he got home it was almost 2am. It was pouring, probably the only reason he woke up. He walked in the wood shop completely drenched and freezing. He closed the door very quietly. He assumed that his dad didn't even notice, he assumed his dad would have drank until he passed out.

"Mekeke…"

The tadpole had a shiver down his shine hearing that voice. The only thought he had was 'Oh...shit.' Mekeke stayed facing the door. He was too afraid to say a word, how was he doing to defend himself? His dad was doing that thing with his finger, tapping it on the counter. He did that when he was annoyed, extremely annoyed.

"Your teacher called...he said you weren't in class today." the dad hissed. Mekeke tensed up gripping his own shirt, his dad's voice scared him. He's never heard him this angry. Mekeke was scared, scared to move, scared to speak. The feeling got worse as his dad got closer to him. The feeling was like a blackhole was sucking Mekeke in.

Mekeke gripped his shirt tighter as it got harder to breathe. "Where did you go Mekeke?"

Still, Mekeke couldn't answer. He yelled as his dad grabbed his shirt and yanked him back. It caused him to choke a bit. He was pulled back until he fell on his bottom. Mekeke moved backwards as he got even closer. "Where. Did. You. GO!?" his dad hollered, with a beer bottle in one hand. "MEKEKE!"

Mekeke whimpered his back finally against the counter. "I'm sorry!" he pleaded. "I'm sorry." Mekeke yelped again as his dad yanked him back up by the collar of his shirt. The rage in his dad's eyes made him shake uncontrollably. His eyes flooded with tears. His world seemed to be moving slower as his dad raised his hand with the beer bottle. "Papa…" Mekeke cried.

Mekeke's world was red. That's all he could see. His black shirt was stained from the blood. His teal body was covered in his own blood and bruises. This time Mekeke thought it was very going to end, this time Mekeke lost his voice. He wanted his mommy. He wanted his mom so badly. It was 3am, no one could see him in the dark. Mekeke was holding his eye, he was trying to stop the bleeding. But he was no use. Walking was a nightmare, he could barely see. His eye, he couldn't see.

Mekeke went to the only place he could, He climbed up the stairs to the giant house with military flags on the lawn. He hoped it was the right house. He had nowhere else to go. He pounded on the door still unable to talk. Mekeke was sobbing, his knocks on the door were getting weaker. His vision was getting blurred. What was happening? Mekeke went into a panic, as he got weaker and weaker. He just wanted to fall over.

"What the hell?!" he heard a voice from the other side of the door, the door swung open. Mekeke's vision was too blurred to see who it was.

"Holy shit?! Mekeke!" Mekeke fell forward landing in someone's arms. He felt them shaking as they gripped him tightly.

"MAMA!"

That was the last thing Mekeke heard before he passed out.

I deeply apologize for what I have done….