Chapter 7
Poof was in a heap of pain. That started in his lower abdomen but had spread all across his body. The only emotion he could feel was terror through his long tenure of life. Which was now edging on over a billion years of age he had undergone many kinds of trials and tribulations. Each pushed him into uncomfortable territories or with pain, usually he could grind right through them. This one however was both new and left him helpless. He knew that his immortality was fleeting as his body was shutting down. It was common knowledge that his sickness was a death trap. That eventually he would lose his life from it, but expiring it. Having a small taste of mortality left him paralyzed. As his fingers were shaking from tremors, magic was leaking from his body. "Hey, are you alright?" Poof turned his head to see a black-haired girl standing there. "Do you need any help? A doctor?'
She was about the same height as Timmy if now a little bit shorter. He couldn't tell; there was something earnest about her composition. Some small part of him deep inside his very core. She was being genuine though he had never seen this girl before. "In-in-in my bag is a medical cube ga-ga grab it." He stuttered out Tootie nodded her head and picked up the bag. Rummaging through the gray's soul she pulled it out. A sleek cube that was made out of metal lighter than liquid water. Tougher than the toughest diamonds with a shiny silver coating. Dropping it into his hand that slowly the tremors began to dissipate. Even now he didn't know how to process it. This was even more proof that his health was slipping away in front of his very eyes. "Th-thank you," Poof replied weekly.
"I've never seen machinery like this is this military grade? Which makes sense since your family is military. Who knows what kind of technology they have. Anyway, I'm Tootie, you don't know me. But we're in the same class, A113. You're quite a popular person around school." She said happily, "Are you friends with my Timmy? I'm one day going to be the future Ms. Turner, first I just need to get him to notice me. He's so cute." She squealed lightly to herself, Poof raised an eyebrow. "Oh right um...are you sure you don't need a doctor? It looked like you were having a seizure."
"No," Poof replied. "There's no point. My sickness will only get worse from here. Unfortunately, all they could do is give me more medication. And send me home, I'm assuming the hospital is another word for infirmary. Where am I? I think this is somewhere on the downtown Dimmesdale, but I'm not sure."
"You're at-"
"Twerpet!" A ginger-haired banshee voice shrieked. Poof could only wince with a throbbing head. Tootie quickly winced and shrunk herself to look smaller. "Who the heck is that? And what have I told you about talking to the homeless. I have a very important date tonight, and I'm not going to be late. So don't wander off! And who the heck is this?" She was taller than Tootie by almost twice her height with blue eyes, wore a green shirt, and black leggings.
"This is Poof," Tootie said quietly. "He's a kid in my class. He's new, and I don't think he was homeless. Sorry, I just saw him in need and decided to lend a helping hand."
"Is he now?" Vicky asked with a vicious smile on her face, picking up Poof by the collar of his shirt. "Gross. Don't ever trick my sister like that again freak! And what's with the purple getup? Are you trying to be like the Turner twerp? Ooh, how I hate him." With that, she threw Poof against the tree which he slammed against it. And the last scene he remembered was her laughter and Tootie's sorrowful look. Before he blacked out for the night.
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Poof awoke to rain falling down his face. Slowly and googling he forced himself up. Dried blood from a small gash on his left cheek had all but stopped bleeding. His body was shaking in pain. This, and his mood had soured. This was supposed to be the greatest height of human civilization. So far his expectations had been dashed in ways that couldn't be explained. After picking up his bag, and the metal med-cube. He cursed under his breath as he couldn't find the magical clay. One day he was going to get his revenge on the ginger. And repay the girl for her kindness. So after finding his DPT card Poof started the slow trek back to his cave home. Since he didn't have school tomorrow the whole weekend would be dedicated to a few minor tasks.