Hello! Hi! Welcome to Chapter 6!

Dang it feels so good to get back into writing again! I must admit, I didn't think I'd be writing this story for long, or have the support from so many different people! To be fairly honest, I didn't think this story would get any reviews, favs or followers. It warms my cold blooded heart. uwu

Now the story!

Warning: Language

Lammy shifted uncomfortably in the chair, staring at her own hands as they lay in her lap.

"Whenever you're ready." Petunia gave her a gentle smile and spoke in a reassuring voice. 'Petunia…' Lammy thought to herself. 'I'll miss you…' she continued, holding in her tears.

The fragile woman who sat in the chair had made her decision. The truth must be told, whether they believe her or not. Her life is going to be taken away from her either way. If that's the case, she chooses the decision that doesn't involve Mr. Pickles in her life. As long as they listen to her, as long as she doesn't have to spend another day with him, she was content. Even though she knew she would be alone for the rest of her life, it was a compromise. She could live with that.

"His name is Mr. Pickles." She started. She looked up when she heard Nutty chuckle, attempting to hold his laughter. "Pfft. Pickles…" he mumbled. Petunia narrowed her eyes and hit him on the shoulder and shot him a glare. Nutty flinched and got to writing in his notebook. Petunia looked back at Lammy and smiled again. "Sorry, please continue." She reassured her.

The purple haired woman shifted in her chair again, looking back down at her hands. "We've known each other since I was only five years old." She spoke in a timid whisper. Petunia spoke up, "How did you know Mr. Pickles?"

Lammy looked up at her, distress and sadness glazed over her lavender colored eyes. This part will be the real kicker. If they don't stop her after she says this or if they don't dismiss her, there might still be hope for her. "M- Mr. Pickles was a p- pickle b- back then. H- He had h- human emotions and h- he could t- talk." She stuttered uncontrollably. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't speak clearly. She knew she was nervous, but she didn't know how badly it would affect her. Even so, she must press on. She's not finished yet.

She has to get this over with. Taking a deep breath, she bowed her head back down and continued with more effort. "H- He was a pickle t- that I found when I- I had g- gone o- on a- a school field t- trip. I f- found him trying to f- fight off a flock of b- birds and I r- rescued him. I h- had taken him h- home by hiding him in m- my backpack and I took care of him u- until he was able to walk again. After that, he never left my side a- and I considered him my best friend. I was too naïve to know about what he was doing behind my back! He was killing my friends and the students who bullied me, or the teachers who punished me. I never found out until I noticed he didn't come home on the night my friend was murdered. When I spoke to him about it, he left the house without a single word. That was the night of the fire… Mr. Pickles set my whole house on fire and saved me, leaving everyone else to burn and me as the only survivor of the family. He told me that I didn't have to worry anymore and that we would live together, just me and him. When the police and firemen arrived, they saw me covered in ashes, fighting an ordinary pickle on the ground… They deemed me as unstable and sent me to the mental hospital, where he followed. It wasn't until two years after being admitted to the mental hospital that I threw him in the garbage bin. After that, I have no idea what he has been doing up until now." She breathed in as she finally finished her summary.

She's been staring down at her hands the whole time she explained. She was afraid to look up and see, thinking that they'll stare at her like she was crazy, or be disgusted, thinking that everything she just said was a lie, or a plea for attention. She shuffled her hands nervously. Even though she didn't want to, she had to know if they believed her or not. She took a deep breath and looked up at the two detectives.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief, Petunia focused on her with a serious expression, with a hint of worry in her eye, and Nutty was writing everything she said down in the notebook. When he finished, he looked up at Lammy with the same serious expression. "Is that it?" he spoke.

She sat there gaping at them like a moron for a minute before she shook it off. "Y- You believe me?" she whispered hoarsely.

Petunia nodded while Nutty flipped the notebook to the front and showed Lammy the first two pages.

They were newspaper clippings. "14 year old girl sets house ablaze, killing entire family" Lammy read aloud. She looked at the date of the newspaper. It was dated the day after her house caught on fire. Of course it was. The rest were pictures taken from the night of the fire, most of them being of the house, or of Lammy being pushed into the police vehicle. The flashback was about to start over again, but she forced herself to push it away and focus on the task at hand.

She looked back up at them both, seeing an unexpected smile from Nutty. "Is that you?" he asked. Lammy nodded and the light green haired male looked down at the clippings with a reminiscing expression. "I remember seeing this on the news. I used to hate you, thinking you were some kind of crazy kid who hated her family, but when I examined the pictures in the newspaper, I didn't really know what to think." He pointed at one of the pictures. "Is that him?"

The woman examined the picture he was pointing at, more closely this time. It was hard to find, but sure enough, in the background there was Mr. Pickles running away from the scene. "He's in the other pictures too, but this one is the easiest to see him in. At first I thought it was just some random pickle with legs and arms added in for whatever reason." Nutty explained as he motioned to another picture on the page. "But this one made me really skeptical. It's hard to see since it's so blurry, but he's looking at the police officers really angrily as they push you into the car. Then in the next one, he's looking at you worriedly, and then in the last one, he's just gone."

Lammy examined them closer as well, and he was right. She shuddered, knowing that he was watching her the whole time she was being taken away. She looked up at him to see he was still smiling at her. "It was so odd seeing that in the newspaper and no one else ever seeing it as well even though it was probably there right in front of them." He closed the notebook and gave it to Petunia. "Also, in the newspaper, it explained how you were beating a pickle when the firefighters found you. That's why they thought you were crazy, right?"

The female nodded hesitantly, slightly worried that he was smiling so happily about this. Nutty leaned back in his chair, his smile turning into a grin of satisfaction. "I knew it…" he muttered. Lammy shifted uncomfortably again. "Sorry if I come out a little offensive, but why do you know so much about this?" she questioned cautiously. Nutty sat back up and looked at her again, his eyes filled with a gleam of happiness.

"Because ever since this newspaper came out, I always wondered why no one ever saw him during that night, it always made me wonder if they left out a big piece of evidence and the possibility that they sent an innocent girl to a mental hospital for something that she didn't even do. It just ate me up inside thinking about how you weren't the one who started it all, or there being a bigger piece to this mystery." He turned his attention back to the book. "It was the main reason why I became a detective in the first place."

Lammy gawked at him. 'My story is the main reason why he wanted to be a detective. He became a detective because he believed that I wasn't guilty.' She couldn't suppress her smile, she smiled happily at him. 'All this time I thought no one believed I was innocent. Take that Mr. Pickles!'

"Hey, what the hell is this Nutty?" Petunia questioned angrily as she pointed to something on the page. This is a special notebook for business use only, not your little doodles!" Nutty slumps his shoulders in annoyance. "Come on Petunia, it's not that big of a deal." "Not that big of a deal? Nutty, you drew more than you wrote! Most of them not even being about the topic at hand! Is that Giggles breathing fire?" Nutty took the notebook and slammed it closed. "Look, I had a bad day yesterday and I just needed to vent my feelings through doodles! Besides, I already know the story from the top of my head!" he gushed defensively.

Petunia sighed in annoyance and shook her head. "Take notes for right now, and we'll talk about this later. Okay?" Nutty nodded half-heartedly and opened his notebook to a clean sheet. "Now," Petunia started again, turning to Lammy. "What did Mr. Pickles do to you last night?"

At that, Nutty's head shot up to look at Lammy with a look of concern. The woman noticed his genuine worry, but didn't question it.

"He broke into my house last night… Around 10pm I believe…" Lammy stopped when her voice came out hoarsely. Her throat was dry from all the talking. "Do you need some water?" Petunia asked gently. Lammy nodded and watched as Petunia took out a water bottle from her purse. The police woman gave it to her and zipped up her purse again. "Continue please." She spoke softly.

Lammy took a sip from the water bottle, feeling the refreshing liquid run down her throat made her feel better. She put the water bottle at the foot of her chair and started again.

She told them what happened that night. Everything, starting from Mr. Pickles breaking into her house then ending it when Mr. Pickles abruptly leaving when his watch began to vibrate. Including Mr. Pickles love confession to her.

Petunia and Nutty were both taken off guard. They both stared at her in shock for a while before Petunia broke the silence. "That's… unexpected." Petunia spoke with genuine shock in her voice. "Yeah… I thought he was just another cold blooded killer…" Nutty responded back with the same shocked tone. The purple haired woman looked at them confusedly. "Why does that surprise you?"

Both detectives looked away quickly. "No reason." They said in unison.

Nutty looked back at Lammy, again his expression turning to concern. "So… He didn't do anything else to you, did he?" Lammy tilted her head in confusion. She then got it in a split second and quickly shook her head. "No! No! Nothing like that!" she stumbled while shaking her hands franticly. The light green haired man sighed in relief and slumped back in his chair.

Now Lammy had a chance to ask them a question that she's been dying to ask since the beginning of this interview. "What has he done to be so closely watched? I mean, did he commit a crime in this town?" Petunia looked at her in shock before she put her hand behind her head in embarrassment. "Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. Heh, my bad…" She replied sheepishly.

The dark blue haired woman took the notebook from Nutty and opened it to a page. "He is wanted for the mass murder of sixty-seven people in the Maple Hotel, and for exploding our last Police Headquarters along with property damage to the library. All in one day." She finished as she closed the notebook and slid it back to Nutty.

Lammy's jaw hung open in awe. "He did all of that in one night?" She squeaked. She knew he could be very destructive and maniacal, but doing all of that in one night just seemed so unexpected.

Nutty nodded. "He could've done more if it wasn't for Flippy killing him at the library." Petunia laughed nervously. "He takes his job very seriously. Just a heads up if you ever walk into the library when it's his shift, you must be very quiet, don't disrespect the books, and if someone causes him to flip, do not run. That only agitates him more." 'Murderous librarian…Who could've guessed that would be a thing…' she joked to herself.

"But back on topic…" Petunia interrupted her thoughts. "We don't know where he lives, so that's issue number one. Issue number two, we have tried to trap him once when he was walking around the park, but that ended horribly…" After Petunia, Nutty spoke up. "But now that we have Lammy, she can lure him into a trap since he seems to trust her."

Lammy's eyes widened in horror, "You want me to lure him into a trap…? I- Is that even safe?" she gasped. She could already imagine the whole thing going wrong along with the punishment he'll probably give her for going against him. She kept thinking more about the many things Mr. Pickles would do if she went through with this. She shook her head frantically when she finally pulled herself out of her thoughts. "No! Absolutely not! I can't!" she shouted while holding her head in her hands.

Petunia gazed at her with concern, but Nutty continued. "Please Lammy! It's the only thing we have going for us! If we can catch him, we can put him in prison! That's what you want, right?" He tried reasoning with her. But to no avail, the woman still refused. "Can't you talk to him then? I bet he'll tell you anything you want to hear if you ask."

Lammy shook her head. "No, he's not an idiot, he'll know something is up if I just keep asking him questions. Plus, I don't want to be near him anymore…" she responded hoarsely while trying to regain her composure.

The male was about to try again, but Petunia stopped him with a wave of her hand in front of his face. She looked up apologetically at Lammy. "I'm sorry Lammy, but this is the only plan we have that seems legal. If you could do this, we can arrest him and put him in jail just like you asked, but I can't guarantee that it's the safest plan. You don't have to decide now, but please sleep on it. You're our only hope of putting this criminal away." Petunia responded calmly.

Lammy calmed down immediately. She looked down at her hands once more. "Okay… I'll think about it…"

Petunia smiled and stood up. "That's all for today. We will see about what we can do to about your home security. It seems that you don't have a security system, that's a problem."

Nutty scoffed. "I remember you hated security systems Petunia. What happened? Did the twins scare you so bad that you had to buy-"

The blue haired woman hit him in the head so hard it caused him to fall out of his chair. "We agreed we wouldn't talk about that…" Nutty rubbed his head while apologizing continuously to her.

Petunia turned to Lammy who was deep in thought. "What's wrong Lammy?" Petunia asked.

Lammy looked at Petunia sheepishly and muttered "I don't think I have enough for a security system…" Petunia smiled. "Don't worry! I'm sure you'll find a job around here if you just look. Oh! I remember the café we were at was looking for employees. You can apply there if you'd like." She spoke cheerfully.

"Great!" Lammy cheered but Petunia waved her index finger in her face. "Not until after we introduce the new person into Happy Tree Town though. Okay?" The purple haired woman forgot all about that. She nodded and stood up. "What time should I be there?" Petunia put her hand down and walked towards the door, Lammy following behind. "We should be there at least around 7:30. These trains get in early so it's the best time to come in." "Alright, sounds like a plan! Oh! Should I bring anything? Like what if they're hungry?" Petunia thought it over for a bit before nodding. "Bring a picnic basket with snacks in case they are hungry. Oh! And an umbrella in case it rains. Also, I'll pick you up at your house around 7:25 so be ready by then." Lammy nodded and wrote this in her mental planner.

Despite her usual spacey behavior, Lammy has a great memory. She's never forgotten a special event, curfew or even what she did the night before. To her, it is both a curse and a blessing for obvious reasons.

Lammy made her way out of the building and walked down the path to her house, smiling cheerfully, feeling as if the weight of the world was off her shoulders. She was feeling great after all that. Nothing can spoil her mood.

Then it hit her. She stopped abruptly realizing that her house was on the other side of town. When she turned around, she already saw that she was two blocks away from the Police Station. 'Might as well walk then…' she thought to herself as she hung her head in defeat.

So much for her good mood.

"What time is it?" Lammy asked Petunia who was sitting next to her.

"It's 7:58. The train is really sharp on time so it should be here soon." Petunia replied after taking a sip of her coffee.

It was 7:58 am at the train station. Lammy and Petuina sat on the bench with a blanket along with the picnic basket on their laps. It was a chilly autumn morning so Lammy brought an extra jacket in case if the person didn't have their own. She looked at her blue haired companion who was anxiously waiting the train's arrival.

Petunia had the tour all planned out. First, they'll take a tour of downtown to have breakfast, then they'll explore the second part of town where they'll go window shopping and introduce them to the friendly people of Happy Tree Town lastly, they'll end it off with furniture shopping for all the things the person needs. And if the person didn't need furniture, then they'll just go to the mall to show them around. It was a pretty solid plan.

Lammy lifted her head to see a train slowly make its way into the station. Petunia looked up as well when the train sounded its horn. "They're here!" Lammy exclaimed excitedly. "Oh I hope it's a girl!" Petunia squealed as she lifted the picnic basket and blanket off of her lap and stand up. The purple haired woman did the same, this time placing the basket under the bench for safe keeping.

Both girls run up to the deck as the train halts to let the passengers off. "Wait! How do I look?" Petunia turned to Lammy in a panic. "You look perfect, don't worry about it." Petunia nodded and looked back at the train. The train doors opened slowly, Very slowly. 'Come on! Hurry up! The suspense is killing me!' Lammy screamed in her head.

Just as she said that, a short petite woman with long red spiky hair covered in dandruff stepped off the train with a suitcase in hand. She looked up at them in surprise and took a step back.

"Um… Hi…" she smiled nervously.

7 PAGES! WOOP WOOP! *dances*

Just a heads up, this chapter might be edited sooner or later. Depends on how I feel the when I re-read this tomorrow.

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