Chapter Two - Boss's Past Revealed
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"Okay, so we'll need seeds, nuts, and berries pretty much," Stan listed.
"Don't forget the honey-treats," Sandy added.
"Aw, yeah. The food from heaven."
"I can get Hilary to buy some next time she takes me to the store."
"Too bad she won't understand you, smart-ass."
"I can always hop and run to that section."
"Twenty carrot-sticks say you'll get stepped on before you reach the pet-aisle."
"Stan!"
"What?"
"Whatever. I don't even like honey-treats."
"Ha! That's a good one," Stan snickered, knowing his sister's favorite snack.
"Well, not anymore!"
"Hey, we only got a few days to get the grub, so fine. Get stepped on before the New Years."
"Thanks for being supportive, Bro. Not."
"Hey, why don't you go twirl that stupid ribbon of yours and leave me alone?"
"Because-...Hey, wait."
Sandy blinked and looked around. She hopped to her feet and turned this way and that with wide eyes.
"And what do you call this interpretive dance?" Stan teased.
"My ribbon-wand's gone!" Sandy exclaimed in panic.
"Good name! Hahahahahaha!"
"I'm serious, Stan! It's missing!"
Stan huffed as his big-brother-instincts took over.
"Look, just chill aight?" he told her. "You probably left it at the Clubhouse."
"...Hey! You're right! I'll be right back! Thanks, Bro!"
With that, Sandy "badda-badda"ed off across the field. Stan watched her. Than he stood.
"Ey, Sandy!" he called.
"Badda-ba-Heke?" Sandy asked, skidding into a stop. She turned.
"Can you see if my maracas are there? I think I left 'em!"
"Get 'em yerself, dork!"
"Why you little-!"
"I was kidding, Stan!"
"You better be!"
With that, Sandy started off again.
"And you better not take all day!" Stan added in a warning tone.
Sandy hummed as she walked through the tunnel and approached the familiar green door.
"I sure hope Boss doesn't mind me barging in like this," she murmured to herself. "Gotta admit, the ham-dude looks pretty scary when he's mad."
She reached for the door, bur once her hand touched the rough wood, she heard something. Her eyes twitched. It sounded familiar...It was a sound of sadness. Sandy heard it once from Bijou when Hamtaro accidentally used her favorite ribbon. Sandy heard crying. But who was it?...Sandy lightly knocked on the door. No reply. She knocked a little harder. No reply.
Unsurely, she opened the door a crack, then pushed it all the way open. The Clubhouse lights were off and the only light was the light from the tunnel. Sandy noticed a figure curled into a ball in a corner. She could hardly see who it was...It was rather big. And had a hat...Sandy shook her head. It couldn't be...Or was it?...
"Boss?" she asked quietly.
Sandy saw the figure jump in surprise.
"S-S-San-nn-dee...?" stammered a voice.
"Why's it so dark?"
"Don't turn on the-!"
Sandy flipped on the lights just in time to see Boss, his face tear-stained, wiping his eyes with a yellow ribbon.
"Boss?" Sandy asked.
Boss wiped his face dry and threw the yellow cloth to the floor.
"What are you doin' here?!" he demanded. "Well?!"
"I forgot my ribbon-wand," Sandy replied. "And Stan forgot his maracas."
"Well you came just in time. I was about to use 'em for firewood."
"...Boss...Were you crying?"
"No. Now get your skater-punk ham-butt outta my house!"
"Were you crying, though?"
"Yes...Zuzuzu..." murmured Snoozer.
"WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT?!?!?!?!?!" Boss exploded. "YOU WERE STILL IN HERE?!?!?! YOU STUPID---I'LL WRING YOUR NECK UNTIL YOUR EYES POP OUT!!!"
But before Boss could take a step near Snoozer, Sandy spoke up.
"Why were you crying?" she asked.
With Boss, Sandy knew she had to act as innocent and childish as possible to avoid getting slammed on the head with his shovel.
"I wasn't crying!" Boss lied thickly.
"Yes, you were...Oowah..." Snoozer snored.
"THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA-!!!"
"Boss-man, why were you crying?" Sandy repeated.
"Nonna your bees-wax!"
"Ah-ha!" Sandy said. "So you WERE crying!"
"N-No!...I wasn't...crying...I don't cry!"
"Yes, you do..." Snoozer yawned.
"YOU GOD FORSA-"
"Boss, why were you crying?" Sandy repeated.
"And why should I tell YOU?!?!?!"
Sandy paused, clawing at the corners of her brain.
"Now get out!" Boss ordered.
"Only if you tell me why you were crying!" Sandy exclaimed.
"Um...NO!!!"
"Um, yes!"
"OUT!!!"
"Boss-"
"OUT, OUT, OUT!!!"
"Tell me or I'll tell Bijou you were crying!"
Boss froze.
*bull's eyes.* Sandy thought, smirking.
"Look, it's private," Boss spat. "It's my privacy, now respect it."
Sandy knew he had a point there. So, she shrugged and turned, picking up her ribbon-wand and Stan's maracas. She was about to push open the door when-
"SHE'S DEAD!!!" Boss sobbed.
Sandy whirled around.
"Heke?" she asked.
"SHE'S DEAD!!! SHE'S DEAD!!!" Boss wailed, burying his face in his paws.
"Who? Bijou?"
"NOOOOO!!! HER!!!"
"Who?"
"MY MOOMMMAAAAAAAA!!!"
Sandy almost passed out as Boss squeezed her like a teddy-bear. Feeling a little awkward, she patted Boss lightly on the head unsurely.
"Okay, Boss-man..." she croaked. "You're totally cutting off my air-supply..."
Boss continued to sob as he dropped her like a ragged doll. He turned away from her, found the yellow ribbon
She didn't know what Boss's mom's death had to do with...
"Your mom died on New Year's Eve?..." Sandy asked quietly, slowly standing up.
"I guess," Boss mumbled between his tears. "Sh-she-ee d-d-i-ed in th-the end o-o-of-ffff D-d-dece-ember..."
Sandy opened her mouth to ask how, but Boss was one step ahead of her.
"It was at night, December 31st..." Boss whispered.
~~~FLASHBACK~~~
You and the others were probably not even born yet. Me and momma were out late from picking berries...
"Hurry up, Boss," instructed a solid-white girl-ham.
"Coming, Momma," replied a squeaky voice.
A Chibi-Boss appeared, his arms full of blueberries.
"I got all dese by myself!" Chibi-Boss claimed happily.
"Good job," praised the white-hamster.
She looked fragile, her fur silky-soft and her eyes sky-blue. She wore yellow ribbons to hold up two neat pig-tails. She looked almost identical to Bijou.
Momma use to be a house-ham. But she and my dad fell in love and...well, had me. She told me that she didn't like her owner anyway. So, we continued walking through the woods towards home. She told me a story about Dad and how he saved her life once. She was a great story-teller.
Boss, what was your mom's name?...Nancy.
"...He carried me back to his home where I spent the night," Nancy recalled.
Chibi-Boss stumbled after her.
When I was little, I didn't like being in the woods alone. Even if one of my parents were wtih me.
Chibi-Boss squeaked, dropping his berries as something in the bushes rustled. He scrambled behind his mom.
"Boss, it's nothing," Nancy cooed.
"Something's there..."
I knew something was it those bushes...And my mom had to prove to me it was nothing.
Nancy left the berries with Chibi-Boss and walked towards the bush.
"Hello?" she called. "Is there a monster in there?"
"Momma, don't!"
Nancy turned to him, her back to the bushes.
"Boss, there aren't any-"
"MMRRRAAAAOOOWWWW!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Chibi-Boss covered his eyes as a grey claw reached out of the bushes and grabbed his mom.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Chibi-Boss shrieked childishly. "DAAADDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
I ran back home and told my dad what happened...He charged right out of that door.
"Daddy, wait for me!" Chibi-Boss pleaded, trying to keep up with his father.
His father didn't reply. But he stopped.
"Hif-hif, hif-hif..." his dad murmured, sniffing the air.
Then, as Chibi-Boss started to catch up, his dad took off again.
"Hang on, Nancy!" Chibi-Boss's dad yelled.
What was your dad's name, Boss?Eh, Comrade...
Hmm...Well, my dad kept running...and eventually I caught up...It was in a dark alley. I saw my dad crying and holding something...When a car passed by and its headlights lit up the alley-way...
Chibi-Boss slowly approached.
"Daddy, what's that?" he asked.
A car pashed by, its head-lights splashing the alley with rays. Chibi-Boss's eyes buldged and widened. He was past the crying-stage. He screamed.
In Comrade's arms was a lump of decaying flesh. A pool of blood encircled them. It was a hamster, most of its fur dyed dark red...It was torn almost in half in the middle. It was Nancy. Barely alive.
~~~END~~~
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Me: *sniffle* I think I got something in my eye...
Disclaimer: I don't own the show "Hamtaro" or any of its characters.
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"Okay, so we'll need seeds, nuts, and berries pretty much," Stan listed.
"Don't forget the honey-treats," Sandy added.
"Aw, yeah. The food from heaven."
"I can get Hilary to buy some next time she takes me to the store."
"Too bad she won't understand you, smart-ass."
"I can always hop and run to that section."
"Twenty carrot-sticks say you'll get stepped on before you reach the pet-aisle."
"Stan!"
"What?"
"Whatever. I don't even like honey-treats."
"Ha! That's a good one," Stan snickered, knowing his sister's favorite snack.
"Well, not anymore!"
"Hey, we only got a few days to get the grub, so fine. Get stepped on before the New Years."
"Thanks for being supportive, Bro. Not."
"Hey, why don't you go twirl that stupid ribbon of yours and leave me alone?"
"Because-...Hey, wait."
Sandy blinked and looked around. She hopped to her feet and turned this way and that with wide eyes.
"And what do you call this interpretive dance?" Stan teased.
"My ribbon-wand's gone!" Sandy exclaimed in panic.
"Good name! Hahahahahaha!"
"I'm serious, Stan! It's missing!"
Stan huffed as his big-brother-instincts took over.
"Look, just chill aight?" he told her. "You probably left it at the Clubhouse."
"...Hey! You're right! I'll be right back! Thanks, Bro!"
With that, Sandy "badda-badda"ed off across the field. Stan watched her. Than he stood.
"Ey, Sandy!" he called.
"Badda-ba-Heke?" Sandy asked, skidding into a stop. She turned.
"Can you see if my maracas are there? I think I left 'em!"
"Get 'em yerself, dork!"
"Why you little-!"
"I was kidding, Stan!"
"You better be!"
With that, Sandy started off again.
"And you better not take all day!" Stan added in a warning tone.
Sandy hummed as she walked through the tunnel and approached the familiar green door.
"I sure hope Boss doesn't mind me barging in like this," she murmured to herself. "Gotta admit, the ham-dude looks pretty scary when he's mad."
She reached for the door, bur once her hand touched the rough wood, she heard something. Her eyes twitched. It sounded familiar...It was a sound of sadness. Sandy heard it once from Bijou when Hamtaro accidentally used her favorite ribbon. Sandy heard crying. But who was it?...Sandy lightly knocked on the door. No reply. She knocked a little harder. No reply.
Unsurely, she opened the door a crack, then pushed it all the way open. The Clubhouse lights were off and the only light was the light from the tunnel. Sandy noticed a figure curled into a ball in a corner. She could hardly see who it was...It was rather big. And had a hat...Sandy shook her head. It couldn't be...Or was it?...
"Boss?" she asked quietly.
Sandy saw the figure jump in surprise.
"S-S-San-nn-dee...?" stammered a voice.
"Why's it so dark?"
"Don't turn on the-!"
Sandy flipped on the lights just in time to see Boss, his face tear-stained, wiping his eyes with a yellow ribbon.
"Boss?" Sandy asked.
Boss wiped his face dry and threw the yellow cloth to the floor.
"What are you doin' here?!" he demanded. "Well?!"
"I forgot my ribbon-wand," Sandy replied. "And Stan forgot his maracas."
"Well you came just in time. I was about to use 'em for firewood."
"...Boss...Were you crying?"
"No. Now get your skater-punk ham-butt outta my house!"
"Were you crying, though?"
"Yes...Zuzuzu..." murmured Snoozer.
"WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT?!?!?!?!?!" Boss exploded. "YOU WERE STILL IN HERE?!?!?! YOU STUPID---I'LL WRING YOUR NECK UNTIL YOUR EYES POP OUT!!!"
But before Boss could take a step near Snoozer, Sandy spoke up.
"Why were you crying?" she asked.
With Boss, Sandy knew she had to act as innocent and childish as possible to avoid getting slammed on the head with his shovel.
"I wasn't crying!" Boss lied thickly.
"Yes, you were...Oowah..." Snoozer snored.
"THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA-!!!"
"Boss-man, why were you crying?" Sandy repeated.
"Nonna your bees-wax!"
"Ah-ha!" Sandy said. "So you WERE crying!"
"N-No!...I wasn't...crying...I don't cry!"
"Yes, you do..." Snoozer yawned.
"YOU GOD FORSA-"
"Boss, why were you crying?" Sandy repeated.
"And why should I tell YOU?!?!?!"
Sandy paused, clawing at the corners of her brain.
"Now get out!" Boss ordered.
"Only if you tell me why you were crying!" Sandy exclaimed.
"Um...NO!!!"
"Um, yes!"
"OUT!!!"
"Boss-"
"OUT, OUT, OUT!!!"
"Tell me or I'll tell Bijou you were crying!"
Boss froze.
*bull's eyes.* Sandy thought, smirking.
"Look, it's private," Boss spat. "It's my privacy, now respect it."
Sandy knew he had a point there. So, she shrugged and turned, picking up her ribbon-wand and Stan's maracas. She was about to push open the door when-
"SHE'S DEAD!!!" Boss sobbed.
Sandy whirled around.
"Heke?" she asked.
"SHE'S DEAD!!! SHE'S DEAD!!!" Boss wailed, burying his face in his paws.
"Who? Bijou?"
"NOOOOO!!! HER!!!"
"Who?"
"MY MOOMMMAAAAAAAA!!!"
Sandy almost passed out as Boss squeezed her like a teddy-bear. Feeling a little awkward, she patted Boss lightly on the head unsurely.
"Okay, Boss-man..." she croaked. "You're totally cutting off my air-supply..."
Boss continued to sob as he dropped her like a ragged doll. He turned away from her, found the yellow ribbon
She didn't know what Boss's mom's death had to do with...
"Your mom died on New Year's Eve?..." Sandy asked quietly, slowly standing up.
"I guess," Boss mumbled between his tears. "Sh-she-ee d-d-i-ed in th-the end o-o-of-ffff D-d-dece-ember..."
Sandy opened her mouth to ask how, but Boss was one step ahead of her.
"It was at night, December 31st..." Boss whispered.
~~~FLASHBACK~~~
You and the others were probably not even born yet. Me and momma were out late from picking berries...
"Hurry up, Boss," instructed a solid-white girl-ham.
"Coming, Momma," replied a squeaky voice.
A Chibi-Boss appeared, his arms full of blueberries.
"I got all dese by myself!" Chibi-Boss claimed happily.
"Good job," praised the white-hamster.
She looked fragile, her fur silky-soft and her eyes sky-blue. She wore yellow ribbons to hold up two neat pig-tails. She looked almost identical to Bijou.
Momma use to be a house-ham. But she and my dad fell in love and...well, had me. She told me that she didn't like her owner anyway. So, we continued walking through the woods towards home. She told me a story about Dad and how he saved her life once. She was a great story-teller.
Boss, what was your mom's name?...Nancy.
"...He carried me back to his home where I spent the night," Nancy recalled.
Chibi-Boss stumbled after her.
When I was little, I didn't like being in the woods alone. Even if one of my parents were wtih me.
Chibi-Boss squeaked, dropping his berries as something in the bushes rustled. He scrambled behind his mom.
"Boss, it's nothing," Nancy cooed.
"Something's there..."
I knew something was it those bushes...And my mom had to prove to me it was nothing.
Nancy left the berries with Chibi-Boss and walked towards the bush.
"Hello?" she called. "Is there a monster in there?"
"Momma, don't!"
Nancy turned to him, her back to the bushes.
"Boss, there aren't any-"
"MMRRRAAAAOOOWWWW!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Chibi-Boss covered his eyes as a grey claw reached out of the bushes and grabbed his mom.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Chibi-Boss shrieked childishly. "DAAADDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
I ran back home and told my dad what happened...He charged right out of that door.
"Daddy, wait for me!" Chibi-Boss pleaded, trying to keep up with his father.
His father didn't reply. But he stopped.
"Hif-hif, hif-hif..." his dad murmured, sniffing the air.
Then, as Chibi-Boss started to catch up, his dad took off again.
"Hang on, Nancy!" Chibi-Boss's dad yelled.
What was your dad's name, Boss?Eh, Comrade...
Hmm...Well, my dad kept running...and eventually I caught up...It was in a dark alley. I saw my dad crying and holding something...When a car passed by and its headlights lit up the alley-way...
Chibi-Boss slowly approached.
"Daddy, what's that?" he asked.
A car pashed by, its head-lights splashing the alley with rays. Chibi-Boss's eyes buldged and widened. He was past the crying-stage. He screamed.
In Comrade's arms was a lump of decaying flesh. A pool of blood encircled them. It was a hamster, most of its fur dyed dark red...It was torn almost in half in the middle. It was Nancy. Barely alive.
~~~END~~~
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Me: *sniffle* I think I got something in my eye...
