Writer note: This gets even stranger and more PG-13ish! I think I'll stop the ickiness now since I'm grossing myself out writing this. *shakes head* I'll never look at Specs the same way again. *shivers at the bad mental image* Blah. Anyways, enjoy...if you can! :P
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Dutchy looked up from the oak dresser he was storing his few articles of clothing in. "Did you hear a scream?" he asked Skittery, who was unbuttoning his shirt.
Skittery scrunched his nose. "Come to think of it, I just did."
"Sounded like it came from the room next door." Dutchy stood, heading for the hallway. "Let's go see what it was. After that Specs incident, no telling what might happen next."
"But, that incident was false" Skittery complained, but followed his friend out anyway.
Dutchy knocked on the door of the room next to them. When no one answered, he turned the knob. "Hey, don't just plow in there!" Skittery said, behind him.
Dutchy rolled his eyes. "We lived in the same bunkroom for years now, I don't think whoever is in heah is gonna mind us coming in unannounced." With that, he stepped inside only to be greeted by an empty bedroom. Dutchy spotted the familiar black hat on the bed. "Hey, that's Specs. This must be his room."
He and Skittery walked in more to see the bathroom door closed. "If Specs is in heah, he has to be in there" Skittery pointed out.
Dutchy didn't waste any time. He opened the bathroom door carefully, not to startle the occupant inside. What awaited him and Skittery was more shocking than Pulitzer raising the price of the papes! There, on the tiled floor, was Specs…with a transparent woman atop him.
Helena snapped up to glare at the new arrivals. Her glare was icier than the frosty chill she made in the bathroom. Specs was under her, oblivious to the whole situation. Dutchy and Skittery blankly stared down at them. Helena suddenly faded out of sight and the chill left with her. It took a moment for them to regain their bearings, but they finally did and watched helpless as Specs quietly climbed to his feet - his towel falling off as he did. He was turned backside to them.
Skittery found his voice first. "Specs! What's going on???!!!"
Specs whirled around, surprised to see them there. His glare mirrored Helena's. "What are you two doing in my room?!" he yelled, furiously.
Dutchy blinked then shock his head, trying to rid his brain of the confusion. It didn't help. "We heard a scream from heah and wanted to know if you were all right. Would you please put something on?"
Specs looked down at himself. He shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with being in his birthday suit, but slipped his towel back around his waist anyway.
"Your skin" Dutchy gasped, seeing the redness and raw appearance of Specs' skin on his arms and back.
Specs raised his arm, seeing the same as Dutchy but not paying much mind to it. "So?"
"Will you please tell us who the heck that…thing was on you?" Skittery asked, ever-so-bluntly.
"That thing?" Specs repeated, sounding utterly disgusted. "How dare you call Helena a 'thing'!" He lunged out at Skittery, ready to deck him.
"Calm down, Specs!" Dutchy intervened. He held up his hands as a peace offering. "We just want to know what is going on?"
"It's none of your business to know what I want to do in private, so, GET OUT." Specs emphasized the last two words rather harshly. He pushed his two friends to the door, but stopped them to added. "And, make sure this stays -only- between the three of us."
With that, he slammed the bedroom door in their faces. Dutchy and Skittery stood in silence for a moment. This was weird, definitely weird.
"What do you think we should do?" Skittery asked, lowly.
Dutchy shook his head again. "I don't know. That wasn't Specs. He's never lashed out like that before. That thing…that woman, person, ghost, whatever it is - has a hold on him. His skin was so raw looking."
"We have to figure out something. That…" Skittery halted. "Did he called that thing, Helena?"
Dutchy thought then said, "Yeah, he did! That's Kloppman's daughter!"
Skittery peered around, suspiciously. "C'mon, let's get back to our room before Specs hears us talkin' out heah."
Meanwhile, the coldness returned and Specs smirked at Helena. He wrapped his arms around her slender body and fell into a blissful experience.
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Dutchy looked up from the oak dresser he was storing his few articles of clothing in. "Did you hear a scream?" he asked Skittery, who was unbuttoning his shirt.
Skittery scrunched his nose. "Come to think of it, I just did."
"Sounded like it came from the room next door." Dutchy stood, heading for the hallway. "Let's go see what it was. After that Specs incident, no telling what might happen next."
"But, that incident was false" Skittery complained, but followed his friend out anyway.
Dutchy knocked on the door of the room next to them. When no one answered, he turned the knob. "Hey, don't just plow in there!" Skittery said, behind him.
Dutchy rolled his eyes. "We lived in the same bunkroom for years now, I don't think whoever is in heah is gonna mind us coming in unannounced." With that, he stepped inside only to be greeted by an empty bedroom. Dutchy spotted the familiar black hat on the bed. "Hey, that's Specs. This must be his room."
He and Skittery walked in more to see the bathroom door closed. "If Specs is in heah, he has to be in there" Skittery pointed out.
Dutchy didn't waste any time. He opened the bathroom door carefully, not to startle the occupant inside. What awaited him and Skittery was more shocking than Pulitzer raising the price of the papes! There, on the tiled floor, was Specs…with a transparent woman atop him.
Helena snapped up to glare at the new arrivals. Her glare was icier than the frosty chill she made in the bathroom. Specs was under her, oblivious to the whole situation. Dutchy and Skittery blankly stared down at them. Helena suddenly faded out of sight and the chill left with her. It took a moment for them to regain their bearings, but they finally did and watched helpless as Specs quietly climbed to his feet - his towel falling off as he did. He was turned backside to them.
Skittery found his voice first. "Specs! What's going on???!!!"
Specs whirled around, surprised to see them there. His glare mirrored Helena's. "What are you two doing in my room?!" he yelled, furiously.
Dutchy blinked then shock his head, trying to rid his brain of the confusion. It didn't help. "We heard a scream from heah and wanted to know if you were all right. Would you please put something on?"
Specs looked down at himself. He shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with being in his birthday suit, but slipped his towel back around his waist anyway.
"Your skin" Dutchy gasped, seeing the redness and raw appearance of Specs' skin on his arms and back.
Specs raised his arm, seeing the same as Dutchy but not paying much mind to it. "So?"
"Will you please tell us who the heck that…thing was on you?" Skittery asked, ever-so-bluntly.
"That thing?" Specs repeated, sounding utterly disgusted. "How dare you call Helena a 'thing'!" He lunged out at Skittery, ready to deck him.
"Calm down, Specs!" Dutchy intervened. He held up his hands as a peace offering. "We just want to know what is going on?"
"It's none of your business to know what I want to do in private, so, GET OUT." Specs emphasized the last two words rather harshly. He pushed his two friends to the door, but stopped them to added. "And, make sure this stays -only- between the three of us."
With that, he slammed the bedroom door in their faces. Dutchy and Skittery stood in silence for a moment. This was weird, definitely weird.
"What do you think we should do?" Skittery asked, lowly.
Dutchy shook his head again. "I don't know. That wasn't Specs. He's never lashed out like that before. That thing…that woman, person, ghost, whatever it is - has a hold on him. His skin was so raw looking."
"We have to figure out something. That…" Skittery halted. "Did he called that thing, Helena?"
Dutchy thought then said, "Yeah, he did! That's Kloppman's daughter!"
Skittery peered around, suspiciously. "C'mon, let's get back to our room before Specs hears us talkin' out heah."
Meanwhile, the coldness returned and Specs smirked at Helena. He wrapped his arms around her slender body and fell into a blissful experience.