I apologize for such a long wait for an update. My computer has a virus so I'm using an old ipad to load up the story. It's actually complete in written form and I am currently sorting through notes for the sequel.

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Puppet Master and the Two Brothers ch 33: A bit of Chug's History/Torch's as Well

Chug Yamazaki was typing away on his computer, reading and analyzing the scans he took on a dead creature that closely resembled the Sukka scouts but on a more primal and primitive level. He was curious about the big three inch hole in its abdomen.

He and Torch had hit a bump in the road with their project and Torch was getting tired so he put him down for a nap in a room. Then he about Blade's reactions during the movie the night before and decided to see what they knew and maybe find out who this Sutekh person was.

Blade had run off in a dust storm to get away from him, yelling "I'M FREE!" when he declared him physically fit and removed the the cane, returning his knife. Being a doctor was fun sometimes.

But now he needed Blade to help him with the analysis of the creature so he sent two T-Rexes in the kitchen a message asking them to bring Blade and Jester to the lower lab without scaring them. Chug didn't think they would do anything to actually harm them, but not scaring them seemed a bit too much to ask. Still, he wanted the analysis done as quickly as possible and the only way to do thar was with Blade's help.

"Oh-h-h, he's so-o gonna hate my guts for this stunt." he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

He turned in his seat when he heard the elevator hiss to a stop and opened with a ding. The Tyrannosaurus' step out, one holding a pouting, brooding, stewing Blade by the end of his coat and the other held Jester by the tri. Of his shirt. Blade locked eyes with Chug and his little dagger eyes popped out and he hissed like a cat.

"Wha . . . Oh yeah. I took the earpiece out. Hold on a sec." Chug mumbled tiredly and yawned a big yawn. He smiled when he caught Blade yawning as well and glare even harder at him. "Okay, rant away." he said as he adjusted the frequency on the earpiece.

Blade let loose and hissed away. "- and then you go and pull this stunt you . . . You-you . . . You . . . YOU!" he screamed and then crossed his arms in a huff, swinging back forth from his fit.

"If you don't calm down you're gonna scare Jester away." Chug said with a shrug. "I know. Kegs used to yell like that all the time when we were kids, and not always at me."

Blade 'hmph'ed and looked away, feeling a little ashamed about his rant now, now that that was pointed out. He looked at Jester who made the slightest-barely-visible-ist flinch that Blade would have missed if he blinked, and slumped his shoulders.

Of course that little action caused him to slip right out of his coat and land on the floor with a loud thud, tearing his coat in the process and his hat fallingto the ground.

"Are you ok?" Jester asked in a slight holler.

"I'm fine!" Blade replied back also in a slight holler.

"At least you landed on your feet!" Jester called ou and was finally lowered to the ground.

"Yeah, at least I have that." Blade sighed and then pulled Jester into a hug. "I don't mean to scare you so much." he mumbled.

"It's alright, I'd be crabby too." Jester smiled and returend the hug.

The T-Rex that held Blade dropped his now ruined coat on them and then both rexes left back to the kitchen.

"Thanks guys." Chug called after them and got a soft roar in response.

Jester put Blade's hat back on his head and they headed over to the desk, small spiral stairs automatically appearing for them as they approached.

"Alright, what is it you want that you had to scare the life out of us?" Blade asked, crossing his arms to show his irritation.

"What do you know about this creature?" Chug asked, showing them the thing with the hoel in its stomach.

"Whaa-?! What are you doing with that thing?! Where'd you find it?!" Blade asked, freaking out at the dead totem he was just talking about with Jester five minutes ago.

"It was brought down from the kitchens roughly about twenty years ago. I had it frozen which is whynit looks like it's just been recently killed." chug answered. "It's completely dead and thoroughly dead, I assure you," he quickly added. "but these readings from it throw me off of my own knowledge of magic and science." he sighed and leaned back in his chair, ruffling his hair and yawning.

"Maybe you should get some rest before you do a deep analysis on the creature." Jester said, feeling a little concerned that the kid could get sick from all this exhaustion. "A well rested mind can do wonders on riddles." he added.

"Jester, that was very profound of you." Blade mumbled.

"I have my moments." Jester smiled, toeing the desk in embarrassment with his hands behind his back.

"I got a good night's rest." Chug pouted indignantly.

"You tossed and turned for two hours before you cried yourself to sleep." Jester replied and then spun his head to his shocked expression and covered his mouth.

"So? i couldn't sleep and cring helped." Chug said with a shrug and then yawned another big yawn, getting Blade to yawn again as well.

"Stop it." Blade grumbled sleepily, slurring his words.

"Torch was worried about you when you cried in your sleep as well." Jester said quietly, rubbing an arm. His face spun again to his sad face.

Chug just looked at him and blinked sleepily. "Did I say anything in my sleep?" he asked.

Jester was starting to look like a child that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You were mumbling something about uh, . . . 'cold beef', I think." he mumbled and started to shy away towards Blade.

Chug sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Colby." he corrected.

"Who?" Blade asked.

Chug took a deep breath and let it out. "An FBI agent I fell in love with. He fell out of love and preferred his first love over me and that broke my heart. So I had his memories of our times together erased and his love for me removed in a painful way. Colby no longer remembers me, but I still remember him and everything we've done together, as a result I've nearly lost all of my Cartoon Powers." Chug said.

"Cartoon Powers?" Jester asked.

"Cartoons are unstoppable, Jess. You should watch a little more TV." he said with a smile, patting Jester's head then stiod up to stretch. "Now that that's over with, let's get back to the problem at hand. B, how much do you know about this Sutekh guy?"

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Torch had woken om his nap and was wandering around his Master's room. He was told not to leave it until Master returned, so he waited. He liked his Master a lot because Master gave him a lot of attention that the previous masters never gave. They mostly feared him because of his flamethrower, and would often prefer the other puppets over him, namely Blade or Jester. Most times the other masters, even his brothers, wouldn't wake him or bother to see if he was even with them in their trunk.

There were even a few masters that would leave him behind when they moved, or would sell him off to a store because he wouldn't fit in the trunk. Those were the only times he could remember his brothers ever fighting against their masters and look out for him. He figured they were still mad at him for caging them up when the creepy-doll lady was brought to life. He didn't kow any better, he was just doing as he was told. His brothers later killed her and caged him up and left him in the dark asa punishment, and he was there for a long time.

It wasn't until the totems appeared that they revealed him to Rick Myers and wasa brought back. He didn't want to be put back in the dark so he behaved himself to them that he could, and thought that maybe he could get into Blade's good graces by torching the thing that was attacking their family. He managed to fend it off with his flames but then it attacked with magic and paralyzed him. That magic had awakened his senses and he was able to feel things the others couldn't. The whole hotel was buzzing with electricity and he could feel things moving around beneath his feet.

When the guy with the glasses came back up the elevator Torch sensed the man was not a good man. There was a deep burning rrom him that just felt icky and yuck and Torch didn't like it so he torched him. Then Torch remembered the kid he burned when he was first made. It wasn't his fault, it was self defense. The kid was whipping him with a whip and it hurt. It caught around his neck and Torch was flung to the ground, hard. Torch wanted the kid to hurt too, so he fired a quick blast at him. It was only meant to scare the child, it the flames caught him in the face and he ran off screaming. The human kid looked like he was havingbfun and Torch wanted to play too, but the kid was bigger than he was and he was frightened by it.

And then there was the lady-doll in the pink dress. She was nice to hkm from the get-go. He didn't understand t at first and didn't bother with it until an hour ago when Torch asked Master about it. Master explained that since lady-doll was once Elsa Toulon, Andre Toulon's wife, she was his mother, and she was doing what all mothers did when they receive a new child. She was taking care of him.

Torch stared crying again after that, but he felt closer to Master when amaster said his mom was dead too. Master's mom was killed in the street by a . . . a hit-and-run, Master called it. Master was only twelve when she died, by Master saw her last whe he was six.

Master told him as much as he could about Elsa Toulon, but since he didn't know much about her he couldn't give a lot of information.

Torch sat down at a bookshelf and started sifting theough them. Some of them were thick and heavy, others were very skinny and light. Some were as hard as a rock and others were wobbly like paper. He couldn't read very well, but he startingbto get bored. Maybe Master can read to him and teach him how.

Not finding an interesting book he threw himself back on the ground and growled his mechanical growl, his eyes lighting up in frustration. He blinked whenhe saw a mouse scurry past on top of the bookshelf.

"Hey!" he called out, hoping the mouse would stop and see him. "Hello!" he called again, and the mouse stopped this time and looked down.

-Yes?- it squeaked.

"Can you read?" Torch asked.

-A little. Why?-

"Do you know any good books?"

-Yes, there are several and all are up here.-

"Can you bring one down?"

-Can you read?-

"No."

-I'll be right down.- the mouse squeaked and lowered itself two shelves below, browsed and selected a book. -Look out below!-

Torch moved out of the way and let the book fall on it's spine, opening up as it did. He closed it and tried to read out the title. "Tre . . Tre . . Treas-sure 'I-Is' land."

-'I' land.- the mouse corrected, walking up to him. -The 's' is silent.-

Torch opened the book to the first oage and let the mouse read to him.