Broken Strings By HamClover

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Aha! Yes, it is the second chapter of DOOM!!! Muwahahaha! Eheh, not really. Okay so this is the second chappy and I am still totally not sure about how the whole plot is gonna go out or what genre this is exactly going to be! Gah, I sure am rusty...

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Chapter 2:

Gladys never was the type to give a big friendly welcome to other people. She never was the most outgoing or the best looking, either. And after running into Jingle, she convinced herself that she was simply having yet another bad day and everything, hopefully, would be better in the morning. And of course, it was not.

"What!? You must be crazy!" Gladys squeaked. She stood in front of her mother who had her paws on her hips in an impatient manner.

"I'm sorry, Gladys," She said nervously, "We just simply could not find him,"

"But why!? Oh man! Errol, her is so going to get it!" Gladys shouted to apparently no one.

Gladys' mother looked at her and sighed. "Errol HAS gone missing, Gladys, and I'm sorry but there is nothing we could do about it. It was his choice whether he wanted to live with us or not."

Gladys' eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"Errol, that bas-"

"Gladys! I told you! Errol is gone! Listen to me!"

Gladys looked her mother in the eye and soon realized that she was serious. Slowly sulking off, staring at the ground, Gladys realized that they would do nothing about it. She knew what she had to do. So she took off, she ran, not looking back.

The reason why Gladys was so upset about Errol was because he was her fiancé. Her mother had found Errol when he was very young and without a home. Gladys had become quick friends with Errol. Her mother had taken a liking to the boy and soon declared that Errol and Gladys would marry when they were older and would live in their childhood home and raise a family. Errol and Gladys did like each other, but Errol was very independent and would often do things without permission and get into trouble. Gladys would often warn him not to this or that, but yet she had a deep admiration for whenever he'd become rebellious. And now, Gladys thought, Errol had decided to leave Gladys and her mother for more action in life.

"Errol!" Gladys screamed to herself. "I am SO gonna find you! And when I do, I will so kick you as-"

"Excuse me," Someone interrupted.

Gladys looked up right into the eyes of Jingle. She gave him a snooty look and said, "What the heck are you doing here!?"

Jingle looked at Herbert and then glanced up at the clouds.

"Did I tell you already?" He asked, not exactly paying any attention.

"Pssh! Well duh! I know who you are!" Gladys snorted.

Jingle stared blankly at Gladys and then diverted his attention to the setting sun.

"Berries," He said.

Gladys blinked. "...what?"

"Berries. The fruit of the bush. If I find then, then my guitar will be healed,"

Gladys sighed, and crossing her arms, looked behind her to see if her mother was following.

"Hey," She began, "You wouldn't mind if I, you know, went with you for a while? It looks like you have more room."

"The leaves are a' blowin' and Herbert is hungry. Let's go then." Jingle answered.

Gladys smiled obnoxiously and hopped onto Herbert's back.

"Now it'll be a cinch finding Errol!" Gladys said to herself.