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Smurfing Grouchy

Papa was a smurf ahead of them all, "We'll stay close. This forest is unpredictable,"

"Grouchy wouldn't enter this forest. I just can't believe he'd have a reason to," Nerdy stared at the dirt.

Hefty joined, "Yes he would. That night he had gone, he was in the forest," then he pondered, "but he wasn't this deep in...,"

"Why do you think he did it, Papa?" I asked.

He stayed quiet for a moment, then answered, "Grouchy had been coming to me with great grief for quite some time. It must have became too much that he needed an escape,"

"Grouchy was troubled?" Handy twirled a flower in between his fingers, "I would have never thought he'd let anything get to him,"

"Nether did I...," Hefty now looked beneath his own feet.

Vexy had a spoken thought, "But he always seemed happy, at least to his extent. Until someone came near, he would become Grouchy, and that seemed like a façade all of a sudden,"

Papa spoke, "Happiness causes him tremendous grief, and the effects of long term happiness for Grouchy can became devastating. He is truly different from other smurfs, but I know he has an amount of happiness that can never cause him to suffer,"

"So why is he running, Papa? Can he not have any happiness?"

"He is running from happiness he can no longer control. The grief, the suffering that comes with this newfound happiness is deadly," Papa now wiped a tear, "he can became gravely sick from it, and there will be nothing to stop it if he can't control it,"

"But why is he so happy?" Nerdy's sense of logic couldn't point the cause. Logic was all reversed when the topic was Grouchy. Anger was his pulse, while happiness was his fatality.

Papa glanced to Nerdy, a voice in his mind pushing him to spill the truth, even with Vexy near. He came to spreading his lips when the noise came—the noise of an angry cat. They had been sobbing over Grouchy so much that neither of them realized just how deep they wandered into the forest. Nerdy shook from head to toe, paralyzed in his spot as he stared up at Azreal.

"Everyone, run! Get to safety!" Papa begun to prepare an attack at the snarling cat, doing what he could to protect the smurfs.

A great form of power swirled in Papa's palm, aiming for the cat. Hefty hadn't run from Papa's side, he wasn't going to scurry if it meant leaving Papa. If it hadn't been for Hefty's courage, Papa may have never caught glimpse of a blue smurf upon the cat's back. Hefty collided himself into Papa and knocked him off his feet, sending the attack elsewhere.

"Hefty!" Papa cried.

"No, Papa! Look!" Hefty pointed without pause.

Vexy had also caught sight of him, too, and had no ounce of fear any longer to hide. She ran from where she was safe, coming into the smurf's view. It had to be him, and that was all it took for Vexy to cry out his name.

"Grouchy! You're safe!" She ran toward him, unaware of the fact he was riding the vicious cat, Azreal.

The mere sight of her made him so terribly angry, that his control over the feline went haywire. With a swift kick from its paw, Vexy was sent high into the air, landing without a breath onto the ground. Papa shouted at her solid figure before running to her side. But he was too slow from the fall to the ground, and he could only reach out a hand as Vexy was taken into Azreal's mouth and deeper into the forest.