WG: *sigh* Well, guys, if you couldn't tell from the intro, I'm being FORCED to write this story. Apparently, everyone thinks I have issues, and those therapy sessions aren't working.

Puggsy: No kidding. So how are we going to start this thing?

WG: Well first, we're gonna need this... *pulls up a giant bottle of Arbor Mist red wine* Yep, this should cover it.

Puggsy: 0_o You expect us to write while drunk?!

WG: T_T NO, this is to break over the heads of any brain-dead douche-bag who's going to laugh at us! ...I thought about chugging it, but I knew intoxication wouldn't help the cause.

Puggsy: Right... so, now what?

WG: Now... (takes in deep breath, grudgingly lets it out) we start this... act of cruelty...

Puggsy: Alright.

*pause*

WG: We might need snacks.

Puggsy: Way ahead of ya! *runs out*

WG: *runs out too... then runs back in* Enjoy the story! *runs out again*

Disclaimer: Puggsy is owned by Ruby-Spears, and WG owns herself.

Additional Note: These stories can take place during any written storyline, alternate-universe, or random shots; and will most like include fluffs about fears, injuries, nightmares, or anything random like that. *no blood or romance though- sorry!*

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Setting: Alternate Universe... starting off easy here.

'I hate the dark, I hate the dark, I hate the dark...' was all WG could think as she sat in her room.

Apparently, for some reason, the power went out during the night. There was no thunderstorm that could cause it- otherwise the young cartoon-hybrid (or cartoonbrid) wouldn't have been so edgy, as she much adored thunder-storms. But when the lights went out for no reason, whether it was because of an electric surge or because someone forgot to pay the electric bill, it startled WG. It wasn't really the dark itself that scared her, but what could be in the dark...

It also didn't help that she was being hunted by her sister... ever since she discovered the tooniverse and started to constantly hang out with her animated friends, having made a bond with the Fangface gang, her sister became more... hostile. As if she thought her little sister was trying to replace her with cartoons, or perhaps she was jealous that she discovered the tooniverse and was making so many friends. Whatever the reason, she began to push her around in reality, trying to force her not to enter the toon-world... and started beating her every time she came home. WG couldn't just stay in the tooniverse, they both knew, as the family would be worried (no one else believing it existed, and WG's sister, Jennifer, had no proof of it and would be considered crazy if she tried to tell anyone).

But WG kept going...

One day her sister managed to follow her...

And things got really hostile...

If it wasn't for the gang, WG wouldn't have made it out alive, and Jennifer would be one lab-accident away from becoming a super-villain bent on destroying the Toon World. But, the gang managed to subdue Jennifer and save WG, allowing her to stay in their apartment complex while Jennifer was taken away to reality.

But she had a fear her sister would return... and how could she go back home now? Her parents were probably worried sick, and Jennifer would no-doubt make up some horror-story that would get her grounded- or sent away to a specialist.

That fear increased the more she was in the dark. Even though she was 12, she felt like a little three-year-old child whose night-light had just gone out, and there was no one around to comfort her.

So... she had to go find them herself.

She was sharing a room with Fangpuss, the infant-werewolf having woken up sometime during the night to go find his cousin and curl up with him, as he would do upon every transformation at night. She thought it was cute.

Maybe that's where she got the idea. If Fangpuss, who was younger than her but still tough enough to bring a whole building to shambles, could find someone to snuggle with during the night, she could too.

She grabbed her pillow and her Bible (never knowing when she might need it) and made her way out of the room. Down the hallway was Biff and Kim's room, behind a pair of glass window-paned doors. They never locked their doors at night, but WG wasn't so sure about waking them up- for one thing, Biff's bed was only big enough for one person, and Kim wasn't one to share a bed with anyone, always wanting her own space after a long day. Plus, WG believed them to be a couple- how weird would it be if they woke up for a morning embrace, only to see there was a kid in the room with them? It would be kind of awkward.

She walked across the living room to another hallway. Behind a door to the right was Fangs' room- having a crush on the lanky teen, WG would love to snuggle with him... problem was, due to her crush, the thought of it made her both nervous and embarrassed (as Fangpuss teased her about it constantly), not to mention Fangs was intimidated by her crush on him as he thought the girl was WAY too crazy and would immediately freak out. Now if it were Fangface, it would be different- sleeping with a werewolf around sounded comforting, and she didn't have a crush on that side of him so there was nothing to feel nervous about. ...But, Fangpuss had already beaten her to the room, so either way his room was ruled out.

Then there was the door to the left, the room that belonged to Puggsy, and it was that option that left WG stumped.

She and Puggsy weren't exactly on good terms... probably because, after watching the show and seeing how fun it was harassing the short teen, she got into the habit of picking on him- her main schtick involving jumping on top of him from the top of some stairs as a regular greeting (like Hobbes would probably do to Calvin). They would swap insults, shove each other, and WG would shout food words just to see Fangface eat him...

Then again, that was before Jennifer showed up, giving some pity-act about looking all over for her little sister to take her home, acting friendly around the gang... but once they were out of sight, she would torment WG. Fangpuss was the first to see through her charade when his new friend started coming around with bruises on her arms, and could sense the tension between the two sisters.

Puggsy could notice the tension too, as when Jennifer showed up, WG started acting well-behaved- TOO well-behaved, as she wouldn't even give a single insult to him. One night, they finally caught Jennifer in the act and kicked her out, the shorter teen threatening to knock her lights out if she so much as laid a hand on WG again.

Maybe he felt sympathy. Maybe he just hated seeing someone picking on a kid. Maybe he was just doing it in hopes that WG would stop ambushing him on the stairs.

He... did stand up for me, WG thought, and found it odd. Considering she always picked on him, she would have expected Puggsy to be happy someone was tormenting her for once... though, no one ever beat him or insulted him just because they wanted to control him, let alone made him cry. Maybe, after meeting Jennifer, he saw WG as a nicer person... and that theory gave her a sick feeling- having to wait for someone nastier to come along in order for a friend to like you... did Puggsy even consider her a friend?

There was one way to find out. She couldn't just go back to her room alone with these new thoughts in her head... she just had to know.

She opened the door, surprised he never locked it (or maybe Fangface busted the lock trying to sneak into his room), and saw him laying on the left side of his bed, snoring softly. WG gripped her pillow and calmly walked over. She didn't exactly want to wake him, knowing he was a regular grouch- then again, what difference would it make in the middle of the night?

"Puggsy," she whispered, lightly tapping his shoulder. No turning back now. "Wake up..."

"Ugh... c'mon, mom, it's Saturday..." the teen muttered groggily.

"Pugs!" She raised her voice a little above a whisper, yet firmly enough to wake him. When he just waved her back, she shook his shoulder.

That did it. "Huh? What the...?" he sat up, looking at her... and there was a hint of a glare in his eyes, and he let out a bitter sigh. "Wherever Girl, this had better be important..."

She clutched her pillow and her Bible tightly. Apparently, seeing Puggsy in a bad mood during the middle of the night was worse than seeing him in a bad mood during the middle of the day. She wanted to just say, 'Nevermind' and leave the room... but going back to her own dark room alone didn't sound very relaxing either.

"Um... the power's out," she said first.

He just gave her a look, wondering if she were just messing with him. "So what do you want me to do about it? Call an electrician?" he lied back down, his back facing her.

She could have turned away then, maybe slept on the couch until the power came back on... but something kept her from turning back, possibly her ever-growing fear of the dark. "A-Actually... I was wondering... can I sleep with you tonight?"

He lied still, and WG was picturing two things: One, he either fell back to sleep and didn't hear her, or Two, was frozen in shock with his eyes as wide as dinner-plates.

It was two, as he turned and gave her a look. "Say that again?"

"I... I can't sleep. Can I sleep here?"

Puggsy gave her a look, blinked a couple times, then buried his face in the pillow, muttering something (possibly in the 'Why Me?' category) until he sighed and looked at her, seeing the serious expression on her face, convinced that it wasn't just some practical joke... as well as wondering why WG would ask the question, considering she was too old for this sort of thing (though she did look a couple years younger than she should have- maybe her maturity was running slow with her growth spurts).

"Fine... but stay on THAT side of the bed," he said at last, thumbing to the opposite side. "And no funny stuff either- I want to get a good night's sleep..."

At the rate WG was quickly crawling into his bed, Puggsy wondered if she was even paying attention, lying her pillow down while setting her Bible on a night-stand, and lying down near the middle. "Thanks," she replied, covering up with the blankets.

This is going to be a long night, I just know it. Puggsy thought, lying back down with a heavy sigh, slowly drifting back to sleep as he tried to forget he had an annoying 12-year-old taking up space in his bed.

WG, however, was still unable to sleep despite she had company. Every time she shut her eyes, all she could see were her worst fears: Chucky popping up from under the bed, spiders crawling through the sheets, the Creeper lurking in and robbing them of their body parts, some stranger breaking in and ending her life...

But the worst was, of course, Jennifer. As she shut her eyes, trying to sleep, a horrid vision of her sister coming after her materialized in her mind, and she ended up getting beaten, some of her bones broken, trapped against a wall as her sister shouted at her and called her worthless, and moved in for the kill...

It wasn't much of a surprise when tears rolled down her face, and she buried her face into her pillow to suppress her sobs, but a quick gasp escaped her throat. She stiffened when she felt movement beside her. "WG? What's wrong?"

Crud. was all she could think. It was bad enough she went as far as asking if she could spend the night with Puggsy, all because she was too afraid of the dark, but now he had heard her crying! "Just... a nightmare," she whispered.

He wasn't that convinced. "Who has a nightmare after crawling in bed for two minutes?" he sat up, motioning her to sit up too. "Alright, what exactly is going on? First you tell me the power's out, then you ask to sleep in my room, and now you're crying..."

She was thankful it was dark, as her face was turning red. She began to rethink her idea... sleeping on the couch wasn't so bad. "Yeah... I-I'd better go. Sorry for disturbing you."

Puggsy grabbed her shoulder, a lightbulb appearing overhead. "Waaaaiiiiiit a minute... you're ascared of the dark, aren't ya?"

WG covered her eyes, the lightbulb above his head blinding her a bit (if that was all it took to get some light, she would have thought up several ideas earlier!) "Um... no."

Puggsy gave a 'Yeah Right' look, then clicked off the lightbulb, making the room dark once more. As an additional joke, he lightly ran his finger along the back of her neck, causing her to jump. "A-ha! You ARE scared!"

She began to fume- why did she consider sharing a room with him, again? "So what if I am?! A lot of people are afraid of the dark!"

"Yeah... but how many of them cry about it?"

She clenched her fists- this guy was one smart-remark away from a pillow in the face. "I wasn't crying because of the dark, idiot... Like I said, I had a nightmare."

Puggsy scoffed. "No one has nightmares while they're still awake,"

"Well... I did." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "You would too after what happened a couple days ago..."

He didn't have to think. "It's about Jennifer. ...I should have known. WG, you don't have to be afraid of her anymore, we sent her packing to reality."

"Yeah, but you forget- one day I'll have to return to reality, and chances are she told my parents something horrible, and even if she didn't she'll beat the crap out of me... or she might find a way back and find me."

"Haven't you told your parents she beats you?"

"Yeah, my mom got after her for it... but that just made Jennifer torment me more, calling me a cry-baby for telling on her."

"I bet she wouldn't if the cops got after her for her abuse. One trip to Reform School and your problem's solved."

"I don't think my parents would do that- they'd handle it themselves... I just wish I could stay in the toon-world,"

He sighed. "Nothing's ever that easy, is it? Don't worry though, we'll help you figure something out, and if Jennifer gives you any grief in reality, just sock her back."

She gave him a look. "Sock her back?"

"Yeah- I know violence ain't the answer, but if she's causing you these bruises, go ahead and give her a couple back, show her you're not a push-over and she should just back off. If she doesn't like the fact that you're hanging out with cartoons, that's her problem- better than her company, right?"

She smiled. "Right." the smile faded. "But... I don't know much about fighting, and I'm not that strong?"

Another scoff. "WG, if you're capable of tackling a guy larger than you from the top of some stairs, you don't have to worry about strength. Plus, I could teach you a couple things- but ONLY if you promise to use them for defense, understood?"

She nodded.

"Alright... now lets get some sleep already." he lied back down, and she lied next to him. He felt movement, and noticed she was lying closer to him, her head resting against his arm.

"Thanks again," she whispered, slowly drifting off.

Puggsy blinked, looking around- God forbid the werewolves were prowling and walked in on them, he would never hear the end of it. "Um... don't mention it," he replied quietly, reaching his arm around and patting her on the back, eventually falling asleep himself.

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WG: Well... that sucked.

Puggsy: Would have been fine if you left out your sissues.

WG: My... what?

Puggsy: Sissues, is a play on 'sister-issues'. ...Are ALL the fluffs going to center around her?

WG: I don't know, are all of yours going to involve rants about the werewolves?

Puggsy: Um... Anyway, we could do better.

WG: We'll see.

Puggsy: By the way, why did you decrease your age?

WG: Well, considering it included the whole 'someone is afraid and spends the night with a friend in order to find comfort' cliche, I decided to tweak a few things just so no one makes any nasty comments. (turns to reader) And if anyone STILL does, they can burn in the fiery pits of-

Puggsy: *appalled* Wherever Girl!

WG: What? I was going to say 'a volcano'.

Puggsy: *sigh* Lets just wrap it up...

WG: Right. ...only 99 more to go...

Please review, but no flames. ...And yes, I have sissues. Writing these help me get over them- don't act like you wouldn't do the same thing!

[WG, just end the chapter...]

Okay, bye.