And now, let's get moving.
Lulu crossed her arms holding a smirk as Helga looked at the twin sister of Lila. "Verisity?"
"That's my last name, love. Don't wear it out." Lulu smirked as she kept talking. "I suppose you have plenty of questions, like-"
"What did you do to Arnold?!" Helga snapped.
"Straight to the point and snappy, I see." Lulu giggled. "Fortunately for you, I didn't do anything to him... at least, nothing that didn't involve what I plan on doing with him."
"Who are you?" Helga growled. "Does Lila know about you?"
"That little goody two-shoes twin of mine? Please! I may imitate her oh-so perfect accent flawlessly, but truth be told, we have many differences. For example, she and I may have came from the same mother, but we don't share the same personality traits."
Helga could only watch as Lulu started pacing around the bed Helga was laying on. "Oh, sure, I don't mind being ever so sweet to her and we love each other very much... heck, after a few days with the fake accent, I don't mind even speaking her language. It's when I'm alone and with my wonderful mother that I can be my true self... not only that, but she is training me to be in the family business."
"I hate to ask what business that is. Does it involve kidnapping helpless little girls? Because you and your stupid friend made a huge mistake! When I get out of these chains, you will be beyond hurt!" Helga screamed.
Lulu shook her head. "Helga, Helga, Helga... you keep forgetting one thing. You think that I'll be like Lila and never resort to violence. Honey..."
Helga's eye widened as Lulu ducked down and pulled out a metal baseball bat. "I'm NOT my twin sister. So I won't hesitate doing this to you!"
Lulu then raised the baseball bat and swung it full force, hitting Helga's chained up right arm, a clear cracking sound being heard as Helga yowled in pain. Helga screeched, "MY ARM! YOU BROKE MY ARM, YOU LITTLE WITCH!"
"A witch, am I? Perhaps you'd like to see how witch-like I can be." Lulu gave a sadistic smirk as she raised her bat and swung at Helga's left arm, another cracking sound heard with Helga screeching.
"I... I can't feel my arms!" Helga gasped as she tried to move them, but screamed as she felt the pain. Lulu then smirked as she examined Helga wincing in pain, but opening her eyes and growling at her.
"Oh, did poor wittle Helga suffer a boo-boo?" Lulu asked with a smile on her face. "I must say, Helga, wearing that little jumper of yours all night must have made you a bit sweaty. Here... let me take care of that for you."
"HEY! Wh-what are you doing? LET GO! STOP!" Helga screamed as Lulu grabbed a hold of Helga's shirt and swiftly ripped it apart.
RIIIIIIIIIIIP!
Helga's eyes widened in horror as her classic shirt had been ripped apart. She was now wearing a mini-skirt and a training bra underneath... the training bra seemed to have something gold wedged atop the left breast. That caught Lulu's attention as she swiped the gold trinket.
"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" Helga screamed in worry as Lulu examined the locket and the picture of Arnold.
"Now, why on Earth would you have a picture of my boyfriend under your shirt?" Lulu asked.
"NONE OF YOUR BEES-" Helga started to scream, as if trying to defend her secret, even if it was pointless now... before stopping herself short. "W-wait... b-boyfriend? BOY!? FRIEND?!"
"That's right... my boyfriend." Lulu said as she menacingly turned to Helga. "My boy toy. My lover. My partner in sex!"
"P-partner in WHAT?!" Helga's eyes widened.
Lulu giggled. "Helga, sweetie, if you're hoping Arnold is still pure, let's just say, he isn't anymore. Not after the wonderful things we did last night!"
"N-no... no!" Helga said, trying to avert her eyes away from Lulu. "I-it's not true! He's still a kid!"
"And what a bold kid he is." Lulu smiled. "I've never seen him be so pleasurable to a woman before. He was a natural! I mean, I've had sex with other boys before, but Arnold... oh, Arnold may have just topped my good list!"
Helga's mind had broke as she let out the biggest scream she could ever muster in horror.
Meanwhile, back with Arnold, he and the other students had a mostly mundane day... in terms of school days anyway. Arnold tried to focus on his studies, but was found mostly daydreaming most of the day away. It wasn't until lunch time that some people were beginning to notice.
"Have you noticed Arnold has this airy look on his face?" Sid asked Harold and Stinky as he sat down next to them.
"Now that you mention it, he does have that look." Stinky said as he raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I know that Arnold always was a bit of a daydreamer at times, but it's like he doesn't even notice his surroundings at times."
"Yeah, it's like he doesn't even notice we're there half the time!" Harold frowned. "I mean, I asked him if he could help me with one problem of my math homework, and he said something along the lines of "That's nice!". Like... I'm sorry, what?"
"Yeah, you know, it's weird!" Sid frowned.
Of course, it wasn't just the boys that noticed... some of the girls had noticed as well.
"Gerald always said that Arnold was a bit of a dreamer, but not to the point where he's like that!" Nadine pointed out towards Arnold and Gerald's table, where Gerald was trying to talk with him, but Arnold seemed to be more paying attention to playing with his food than with anything else.
"Don't you see what's going on, Nadine?" Rhonda asked. "If Arnold is in deep thought, then that could mean one thing... he MAY have a crush on someone!"
"How can you tell?" Nadine asked.
"A girl can easily tell just from body expressions alone. I mean, look. The boy is playing with his food, but he has the airy look. If his eyes are drooped down like that, that means one thing. He has it bad for someone, but who it is, I wouldn't know. It could be someone he met yesterday, or... it could be one of us girls from our class." Rhonda said.
"Even Helga?" Nadine raised an eyebrow.
"Ten to twenty percent chance, but... maybe. Who really knows?" Rhonda shrugged.
With Gerald and Arnold themselves, Gerald was looking at Arnold annoyed as he said, "Arnold? ARNOLD!"
That snapped Arnold out of his thoughts as he blinked. "G-Gerald? Wh-what's going on? Is it time to leave school already?"
Gerald raised an eyebrow as he frowned. "Time to leave? Arnold, we're barely at lunch right now. We won't be out of school until three o'clock! What's with you today, anyway? You're not still thinking about Lulu, are you?"
"Well..." Arnold paused... then frowned. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Why do you care?"
"Wh-why do I- man, I'm your best friend! You know you can tell me what's going on?" Gerald said.
"Oh, well, I could, I could... but maybe you should not put your nose in other people's business. Let me go back to my daydreams, hm? Thank you." Arnold said as he started to eat.
Gerald started to get put-off my this new attitude, but frowned. "You know what? You look like you want to be alone. Come back and talk with me whenever you want to discuss what is going on with you. I'll be with Phoebe if you need me."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Arnold said holding his hand and shooing him away. Gerald, seemingly a bit offended, started to walk off.
Arnold's angelic side, horrified at what he saw, turned to Arnold with a glare. "What are you doing? That's Gerald, your best friend! You did not just chase him away!"
"Oh, shut up, prissy and let him continue his little Lulu fantasy, hm?" Arnold's devilish side smirked as he pulled out a picture of a bra and pantie wearing Lulu as he waved it in front of Arnold's eyes. Arnold, seemingly hypnotized by what his dark side was waving around, looked ready to drool at the sight.
Fortunately for him, nobody had noticed Arnold was just sitting with an airy look, and drooling a bit.
With Phoebe, she was sitting alone as she seemed to be confused. Helga had never been late for school, not once in her life. Well, except for a few times, but she always arrived a little after the morning bell. Now it was noon and Phoebe was starting to grow concern for her best friend. Was she okay?
"Hey, sweetheart."
Phoebe yelped and blushed as she noticed Gerald sitting next to her. "G-Gerald! D-don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, Phoebe. I just noticed you were sitting alone and needed the company." Gerald said. "I would hang out with Arnold, but he's being too secretive with me right now."
Phoebe smiled for a bit. "Thank you, Gerald. I could use someone with me right now. Actually, I was just in the middle of a problem."
"Math problem?" Gerald asked.
"Friend problem." Phoebe said. "I guess I'm just worried for Helga, that's all."
Gerald scoffed. "You know, Phoebe, I would advise you not hang out with her anymore if she's bugging you."
"No, no, Gerald, she's not bugging me! I'm just wondering why she hasn't shown up today." Phoebe said.
Gerald shook his head. "Well, because she left with her parents for her father's business trip last Friday."
"What do you mean?" Phoebe said in confusion.
"Phoebe, come on, everyone knows that Helga left with her family on Friday." Gerald scoffed.
Phoebe just looked at Gerald. "Then who did I hang out with Saturday?"
"Wait... what?" Gerald said in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Phoebe sighed. "Here's the thing. Her parents did leave on the business trip Friday, but she got left behind because she sort of lied that my parents would look after her while they were gone."
"Oh, so your parents have her with you?" Gerald asked.
"No, no, my parents DON'T know that... Helga lied to her family because there was a big wrestling event going on that Saturday. She, of course, took me along because who else would she take, am I right, or am I right?" Phoebe explained.
"Okay... so she skipped out on her family trip because of wrestling, and you both went?" Gerald said, trying to follow.
"Well... no, not exactly. Both of us were getting our hair done, and when we were about to leave, Helga had to suddenly go, remembering something important. She gave me her wrestling tickets because she had to take care of something important." Phoebe explained.
"What important thing is that?" Gerald asked.
Phoebe started to look nervous as she knew where Helga had gone that Saturday... to spy on Arnold, Lila and Lulu on their tour. Come to think of it, she hadn't talked with her since that Saturday. "She... she wouldn't tell me. She just handed me the tickets."
Gerald frowned as he crossed his arms. "So you're saying Helga's still here and NOT on her trip!"
Phoebe nodded. "This morning, I was at her place, but when I tried to get her attention, she didn't hear anything. I just assumed she was in the shower and I went on ahead without her."
Gerald paused. "That does seem a little suspicious..."
"Maybe after school, I better go check the Pataki residence and see if Helga's okay... I hope she's not sick." Phoebe said, concerned.
"Come on, Helga, sick? She may be a bully, but she's tougher than that. I've seen her be ferocious! Nothing can break her!" Gerald crossed his arms in determination.
Helga was silently sniffling and crying for the last hour and a half. Lulu had sat in a nearby chair as she waited for Helga to get the tears out of her system.
Helga couldn't believe Lulu, she wouldn't believe Lulu! And yet... she seemed to be very honest and having a wonderful time gloating about it. Helga had always dreamed about how she wanted to be with Arnold, how she would be the first person to care for him, how she would show her romantic side to him... and, if he was ready, maybe give up each others' virginity to each other...
But those dreams had become dashed. Arnold was no longer pure. Helga actually wanted to die. If she wasn't chained up or if her arms hadn't been broken, she would have climbed out of her bed and jump off the highest building... or take a knife and plunged it through her heart... heck, she wouldn't have even cared if Lulu had killed her, since there was no reason to live anymore.
Lulu hummed to herself as she walked over to Helga. "Are you done?"
"Kill me... just kill me." Helga sniffled.
Lulu shook her head as she said, "Honey, I'm not going to do that. I'm not that heartless."
"W-why? You took my love from me, why don't you just kill me while you're at it?" Helga cried.
"Because, you need to learn. You need to learn what actual love is. And you need to understand that my Arnold has been spoken for." Lulu said as she got up. "Well, I should be collecting my sleeping bag and be on my way... but before I go, let me make one thing clear..."
Lulu leaned her face towards Helga's as she whispered, "Arnold is mine. He has told it to my face that he loves me and I love him. Well, love him in my own way, of course. Considering he's very, VERY wonderful in bed, he'll make a wonderful candidate."
"C-candidate?" Helga whimpered.
"I'm afraid that's for me to know, and you to never find out." Lulu said as she picked up her sleeping bag. "As for you, you are to become Fifi's personal sex slave... I'm sure she'll be able to break you in. Just a little warning now, she'll be leaving in a couple of days, so you'll be her personal baggage upon the flight back to my hometown. Would that be okay with you?"
"I-I..." Helga started as she sadly looked down. "I don't care anymore..."
"Right answer." Lulu said as she was starting to walk off. "She's all yours, Fifi. Break her in!"
"I thought I'd never have a chance!" Fifi's voice giggled as the lights turned on. Helga winced at the light as she looked over to see the knock-off Phoebe wearing a blue bra and a strap-on that seemed to be sticking out. "Well... shall we get to the fun?"
Helga looked down in sadness. "Just... do it. I don't care."
"WOOOO-WEE! Here I come, sweetie-bunch!" Fifi said as she ran over and jumped on Helga, who didn't even put up a struggle.
Outside the room, Fifi's grunting was heard as Lulu gave a slick smile. As she started to walk off, she held out the locket that Helga had owned. "Time to say good-bye to the past..."
With one hand, Lulu had closed her palm and with a small crunch, destroyed the locket in her hand. When she opened it up, pieces of the locket were seen, including the crumpled picture. Lulu hummed to herself as she walked outside and threw it in a nearby trash barrel. "And hello to a brand new future!"
With a wicked smile on her face, Lulu hummed to herself as she started to head back to the library where she had agreed to meet her dad.
What does Lulu plan on doing with Arnold? Will Phoebe and Gerald investigate on what happened with Helga? And will Arnold's visit at Lila and Lulu's place be pleasant? Find out next time!