Disclaimer: would a ultrahyper highschooler with a life taken over by marching band own Wayfarer Redemption? I DON'T THINK SO!

A/N so sorry about the long wait! DON'T KILL ME! (ducks incoming eggplants/squashes/pumpkins/cats from crowd.) I know I haven't updated since May, I know, I'm a bad person! Don't kill me, please! (ducks more yowling cats)

I was running along a passageway of the buildings in Gorkentown, the Skraelings having forced all the men down from the wall. I had gotten kind of bored of stab, stab, stab, too. Like I said, I was running along, when I saw Jessica and Rachel sitting by one of the buildings.

"Guys! Hey guys! EYES incoming!" I screeched at them.

"YAHG! It looks like Ely but IT'S RED!" Jessica screeched in turn.

"Jeez, it's just Skraeling blood. And I thought you would like to know that there is going to be an incoming tide of crazy men in armor followed by hordes of ickies coming in about TEN SECONDS!"

"Ely, you need to clean up." Rachel commented, ignoring my last statement.

"Nine!" I proclaimed.

"Seriously, you might even want to look into new clothes." she said.

"No way! Oh drat, here they come. Want a pen? You can all stab too!"

"Nuh-uh, Ely. We're not that crazy." Jessica informed me. "If you want to go bloodwashing, well, it's not really okay but there's nothing we can do about it. I certainly am not going to."

"Spoilsport." I accused, pulling her quickly up. Rachel grabbed the backpack, which I had incidentally left with them after the first Skraeling. We got to the other side of the building just as a horde of men in armor stampeded past us. A stray icky drifted into our little alley, whispering,

"A tasty..."

"OOH! I will catch it and love it and NAME IT CLARENCE!" I yelled, grabbing it. Clarence hissed at me.

"BAD CLARENCE!" I shrieked.

"It's name can't be Clarence, it has to be Ralph!" Rachel yelled at me.

"Clarence!"

"Ralph!"

"Clarence!"

"Ralph!"

"I think you should name it something pretty like DiamondEye." Jessica put in. Rachel and I stared at her in horror.

"Clarence!" I shouted.

"Ralph!"

"Okay, so it was a dumb idea." Jessica admitted.

"Clarence!"

"Ralph!" we continued.

"It's mine so we get to name it Clarence! Clarence is a better name anyways!"

"Ralph is so much a better name! Ralph, Ralph, Ralph!"

Clarence/Ralph was desperately trying to pull away from my (hyper-intense) grip, whispering,

"Eek, eek, eek..." in that very soft and whispery way that Skraelings have.

"Shut up Clarence." I snapped at him.

"Don't you mean shut up, Ralph?" Rachel queried.

"No! He's Clarence, catch your own icky and name it Ralph."

"Are you actually planning to keep that thing?" Jessica asked.

"Always!" I shouted. "AND HIS NAME IS CLARENCE!"

"Geez, ely, have it your way, he's clarence..." Rachel muttered.

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yeah, I know super short but WE MUST HAVE THE SKRAELING and anyhow we're working on chappie 8 already so this is getting posted first...