Who is 'them'?

A/N: Hey guyz, it's me I'm back for another tear jerking, chappie. Well...I'm not exactly sure what kind it'll be yet. All I know is, you better grab some tissues...just in case. Because it's like 5:00 a.m and I've been up all night which means this could be touchy feely. This is around the time I start feeling that way. Lol. Anywho, enjoy the chapter.

WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW. (You better have read the last chapter if you know what's good for ya.)

Recap: Helga tells Arnold that his Grandma's in acoma. They both start crying in each other's arms, Helga see's a vision, yadda, yadda, yadda. Helga confronts Arnold that they have to save their future, Arnold doesn't want to, blah, blah, blah. Then they both pass out, Helga woke up in the same dark and haunting room of her Subconscious and is led to a chamber, Arnold is contemplating his life, therefore he is in the same place as Helga. Which brings us to where we are now.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own this Show nor its characters. CRAIG B. DOES! (Ugh. This gets annoying. Oh well.)

On with the Story!

Arnold's POV:

I was on my knees sobbing into my hands. Until I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I turned to see a faded looking boy with green around him. He had tufts of hair sticking up out of a football shaped head, he looked just like me, the only thing different was that he looked like he was a part of a tribe...The Green Eyes to be exact. He had paint in multiple colors on his face. The only reason I knew that it was the Green Eyes that he was a part of, was because he had an amulet, similar to the one my parents have. I remember seeing it in my fathers journal and around the neck of my future self. Anyway, here was another one of me towering over me as I was sitting on the ground feeling sorry for myself. I looked up at him and he held out his hand. I looked at him hesitantly before taking it, suddenly I felt this rush, then I heard these whispers again and again replaying in my head. I closed my eyes tightly because it was making my head hurt, then I opened them only to hear a familiar voice.

"HELGA?!" I yelled.

"Shut up, Football Head! Look!" She whispered rather harshly.

I turned my head to see what she was staring at and my heart completely stopped. I turned my head to see glowing lights and it was the me that was dressed in green eye clothes and another one of Helga, that had the same green eye symbol on her clothing. They were both glowing now than they had been when they led us here. I turned my head back to the sight in front of me. It was my parents and our future selves all on the inside of a jail cell. They looked dirty, their hair was a mess and so were their clothes. They were all chained up against the walls. They screamed and moaned. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I watched them suffer. I watched as a man went up to them. He had a sword in his hand. He said something that became inaudible, so I decided to take action. I bolted. "Mom! Dad!" I screamed, but as I was running they were fading out. "NO! COME BACK!" But they were gone.

Helga's POV:

I was watching my beloved, making his way to our future and his parents. My heart skipped a beat when the mysterious man came into the horrifying picture of the prisoners. He pulled out a sword and that's when Arnold snapped. He ran as fast as he could, but they disappeared into the darkness. 'Oh Arnold!' A bulge of blue, threatening to spill from my eye. He stopped, got down on his knees and just sat there. I looked to him. He was an emotional wreck as was I. His hair was all messed up, tears stained, pale face. I walked over to him and sat beside him. We sat in silence for what seemed like forever, until the gray glowing versions of ourselves walked over to us.

Arnold's POV:

I sat down on the cold floor. 'Cold' that word described my heart. I couldn't take all the pain anymore. First my parents left me, now my grandma?! Not to mention this stupid dream I keep having. 'I need to get out of here' I thought to myself as I clutched my hair. But before I could think any further the two grey versions walked over to Helga and I. They spoke.

"If you wish to leave then you must save the prisoners." They said simultaneously, as they grabbed our hands to lead us the way.

I didn't want to. I wanted to get out of there before anything else bad happened. "NO!" I yelled.

"But Arnold-" said Helga.

"NO HELGA! I'M NOT GOING! I WANT TO GO HOME!" I yelled tears coming to my eyes. I was tired of them. They keep coming down my face endlessly, doing nothing but making me feel worse. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" I said. There was an unusual wind blowing around me.

Helga screamed. "ARNOLD, PLEASE!"

"I'M NOT GOING TO LET THIS DUMB DREAM REMIND ME EVERYTHING I HATE ABOUT MY LIFE!" I yelled a force around me becoming green.

HELGA'S POV:

I was standing in front of a very angry looking Arnold. His rather loud statement made me want to cry so hard. I tried to calm him down, but no matter how hard I tried it didn't work. So decided to try something else. "FOOTBALL HEAD! CALM DOWN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He looked at me with vicious eyes. The wind grew stronger. I looked around to find the two ghost looking figures of ourselves, but they were nowhere to be seen.

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" He shot back. Suddenly, a force of wind pushed through my chest, knocking me to the ground. It was like I had been shot by a shotgun in the heart. Then all I could see was darkness.

Helga's dream:

"Arnold?" I looked around, only to discover that I was alone. But then I heard the familiar noise of clanging chains. It finally lightened up so that I could see. Then I saw his parents and our future selves. I was in the cell, unchained. 'I must have been transported here'

"HELGA!" They all yelled.

"W-what am I doing here?! Where is Arnold?!" I yelled, they all looked at me.

All they did was give her looks of disappointment.

"If you unchain us, I can see where he is." The future Arnold said.

"How do I know that you're not some crazy illusion or something?" I asked.

"You have volumes of poetry of me in your closet including a shrine! Now please get us out of here! I'm starting to lose feeling of my body." He said with a rugged look on his face.

"Okay, calm down bucko. I've already been shot with wind by your past self." I started to feel very nervous being around him all of a sudden. Tears streamed down my face, just thinking about him and what he said about his life. I found a key and began unlocking the chains.

"Wait, DID HE LOSE CONTROL OF HIMSELF?!" The older me chimed in.

"Y-yeah. Why?" I asked feeling a chill through my spine.

"OH NO THIS ISN'T GOOD! HE COULD'VE DESTROYED YOU!"

"Calm down, Helga!" Yelled the older Arnold. "I'll just transport us to where he is now. Mom, Dad, are you ready?"

"Yes, son." They said in unison.

Suddenly, I shot awake, only to see a crying nine year old boy in front of me. His eyes were closed and he had a pale green glow around him, dimming. I looked around and came to the conclusion that I was back where I was knocked out, in the dark place where we saw the vision, where he lost his temper. I was feeling dizzy. Then I saw him slapping himself.

"A-Arnold, is that you? P-please stop hurting yourself. I-it's going to be okay." I said feeling weak.

Arnold's POV (After knocking Helga out):

I opened my eyes as I discovered that I was lying on the ground. I turned around to see Helga on the ground as well. Suddenly I ran over to her, sat down beside her and grabbed her hand. She felt cold. Her eyes were closed and she was paler than me. "No." I said in monotone. Then it turned to a full cry for help. "NO! HELGA! Wake up! You have to wake up! I need you Helga, I need-" I started breaking down when I let go of her hand. She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. "I need to wake up.." I slapped myself. "I NEED to wake up!" Another slap. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" 1..2..3 more slaps. But then, I heard her voice.

"A-Arnold, is that you? P-please stop hurting yourself. I-it's going to be okay." She said.

"H-Helga! You're alive!" I screamed. Then I grabbed her and hugged her tight. "We'll make it out of here, Together before anything bad happens. Come on, there's gotta be a way out!" I said feeling determined. But as I tried to pull her up, she fell back down.

"OOOHHH, I-i feel...dizzy and OUCH!" She winced in pain.

"What's wrong Helga?!" I yelled, feeling worried.

"I-I feel weak..." She said clutching her chest, where the wind had hit her.

She started to fall back to the ground backwards. "NO! Helga! Please, please please stay with me! You're all that I have!" I yelled, crying. I grabbed her shoulders before she could hit the ground, making us face to face on our knees. "Helga, listen to me! You're going to be alright and we'll both make it out of here alive. I promise."

Helga's POV:

Arnold was clutching my shoulders and saying something that I couldn't hear very well. I was feeling very weak, as if the world was slipping away, slowly. My eyes were fluttering and I could see glimpses of his sweet and worried face. It made me feel delusional and I said what I felt. "I-l love you Arnold." It came out like I was saying goodbye to him...to the world.

Arnold's POV:

I was trying to get her to come back to me, but she interrupted my rant of determined feelings of getting out of there alive, with an 'I love you', the kind that sounded like a loved one was dying...saying goodbye...forever. I watched as her head snapped back, eyes closed, as I was holding her shoulders, shaking her to wake up. But she didn't respond. So I layed her to the ground gently, and cried on her chest... Feelings, thoughts, and emotions running through me like lightning...

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A/N: Kay, so let me do some explaining here. Arnold and Helga figure out that the Prisoners are their future selves along with Arnold's Parents. The two nine year old ghost versions of themselves wanted to lead them to where they were but Arnold wanted to get out of the 'dream', and let me clear this up for you. THIS CHAPTER WAS NOT A DREAM, well kinda, it wasn't exactly real life either, its all happening in their minds, so subconsciously. But notice how it's not in Italic. That would be only Helgas dream. Okay, anyways, Helga tries to calm Arnold down but then says the wrong thing to him making him even more angrier, which makes him use his abilities to shoot a very, very, powerful force of wind, which to make this clearer, instead of her chest, it went through her heart, knocking her out. Now, the dream Helga had after passing out was not real, it was a vision, and I'm not going to say anything more than that. Arnold, on the other hand, passed out after his outburst, making him not remember what he had just done to Helga. So he is not aware of his ability just yet. After he awoke he saw Helga lying out cold on the ground. He attempted to get out of this 'dream' by slapping himself then Helga awakes but she Isn't fully awake due to feeling weak. She says 'I love you' to Arnold, not really knowing what she was saying, then passes out again. One more thing, she isn't breathing, just remember that. We'll see what the next chapter brings. OOOH THE FEELS! Well, let me know if you're still confused by PM. Mkay, bye.

-Rosey