A/N: What's up everyone? I SERIOUSLY need to stop thinking about a Fic I have in mind and making it happen in less than five minutes...nah. So after seeing TBG for maybe the third time, I just couldn't help myself to making this. I seriously recommend this movie. Anyways, this takes place six months before the mid-credits scene at the end, this will contain spoilers so be warned. Apart from that, please enjoy and make sure to also review please. Love you!


How could it happen?

Just how?

That was what Mr. Snake thought as he rubbed his temples with his tail, a growl rose from his throat.

All he ever wanted from life was peace and quiet... well, despite all the heists he and his friends did daily... but still.

How darn hard could that be?!

How hard...

...Can that be!!??

And just what did he get in return?

Why being stuck inside bars until he turned into a real goody-goody of course!

And he, Mr. Snake, felt like and idiot being in a prison bunk bed, it felt like... like... like if they have given up on everything they did for years.

Yet, it seemed much, much more than that, it was as if there was a forbidden page in a book, and an important one to see if the heroes survived the pirate ship attack, or as if trying to find out if Hanzel and Gretel survived after supposedly being cooked by the witch.

So he did the one thing he always did when he felt uneasy.

"Hey, Wolf, are you awake?"

Usually, his best friend wouldn't really sleep, he was nocturnal.

But his answer this time was a snore.

He rolled his eyes. This 'Good' sure did his friend something alright. "Hey, Wolf, wake up!!"


Mr. Wolf groaned and snuggled deeper in the sheets, trying to get all the warmness from them as possible.

No, he didn't want to wake up, he wanted to just go back and sleep...

He suddenly heard Mr. Snake's voice unexpectedly trembling.

"Wake up, I need you."

That caused Mr. Wolf to open his eyes and sit up. "What's wrong?"

"I'm tired."

Wolf cocked and eyebrow. They were supposed to be sleeping right now after all.


"I mean from being stuck here day and night dummy!" Mr. Snake couldn't help but cringe at the final word. And that only made him feel worse, being good was really getting into him.

He blinked.

That was it.

He was tired of being stuck in here, especially since they were only halfway through it.

A part of him wanted to really give this new life a try. The type of life where you learn about taking responsability from your bad actions. The life of possibilities. The life of second chances.

The odd one.

Yet, the other part didn't give a heck for the workers trying to redemm him and his friends and just wanted to escape out of here and not be part of it. The life of selfishness. The life of fake freedom. The life of rulebreaking.

The familiar one.

"It's... It's gonna take me a while to adjust to being here," Snake confessed,"and I... I just miss the taste of risks in the air, literally. Going out for coffee..." A sick thought suddenly popped in his mind.

"Am I waisting my life trying something new?"


Mr. Wolf, still sitting in his own bed, looked at the window and into the moon, which was half covered by bars.

He did miss his life, he decided.

He missed watching the TV with his friends.

He missed driving his car.

He missed the kitten.

He missed Diane.

He missed being free.

He didn't want these feelings for his friends either, yet, they didn't hesitate to come with him and phase the odd, new things with him.

He wanted to apologize.

And for what?

For the doupts.

For the mistakes.

For the truths.

The lies.

Suddenly, Diane's lovely voice repeated in his mind. Maybe they will believe you, maybe they won't, but it doesn't matter. Don't do it for them, do it for you. This is your chance to write your own story. To find a better life for you and your friends.

He smiled, for once, realizing he truly was doing the right thing. Positive.

"You know what Snake? We're not waisting any time at all."

Mr. Snake snuggled and put the sheets on him, getting rather sleepy now.

"What makes you sure?" He asked, not in a sarcastic tone, but in an actual question.

Mr. Wolf thought for a moment. Diane was right, he was getting tired of lying all the time.

"I-I honestly don't know." He sighed, it bothered him, it really did. How could you be so sure about something yet not knowing why in the first place?

"But it isn't a waste of time, something just... oddly feels right about this. And it also tells me we will all go through. All of us. Together."


Mr. Snake took in those words, confusing yet... comforting. He closed his eyes with a yawn, talks with his best friend really worked.

"I'm sorry I made you think I didn't care about you. And I know this is the right time to say that I do. We all do."


Mr. Wolf took in those words. Gladly. Tearfully.

They accepted him.

They accepted him and his new desires.

They really did.

He found himself snuggling back into bed.

"I love you too guys."


It will all be hard and strange, it will.

But nothing could stop these good-old bad boys from taking risks.