WG: *is up late again, staring at the computer* …Why has no one created a 'Spirited Away'/'Ni No Kuni' crossover fic, yet?
*Scoobycool9, Moonlesscat, and ATF enter*
ATF: Hey, sis, can I borrow your laptop again?
WG: As soon as I figure out how to use this spark of imagination I just got! *is still looking around fan-fiction* In the meantime, I'm browsing other fics in order to figure out how.
Scoobycool9: Why don't you use it for your 'Between You and Me' story? It's been on hiatus for a while.
ATF: She's backed up on requests… courtesy of moi. :P (curse my fluffy imagination)
Moon: In that case, why doesn't she update "Pugs Gets Prankified"? I sent her a couple prank requests for that months ago, and she hasn't updated it.
Scoobycool9: She lost inspiration for that fic (unbelievably)… though I think it's mostly because it's in script format, and updating it could land it on someone's radar for deletion.
ATF: Am I the only one who doesn't understand that rule and finds it ridiculous?
Every Other Author: No!
Moon: *sigh* Well, so much for us seeing some new pranks on the loudmo-
WG: THAT'S IT! *turns to others* You guys are BRILLIANT!
Scoobycool9: Thank you! …um, what did we do?
ATF: I don't know, but I have a feeling Puggsy's going to hate us.
Moon: …you mean he doesn't already? 0_o
This next fluff-shot is actually a combination of three requests sent by Moonlesscat, Scoobycool9, and Anti-Twilight Forever. Enjoy!
[Can't we keep this thing on hiatus?]
Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Moving on!
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Setting: During/After "Pugs Gets Prankified" (still on hiatus... for, maybe, ever.) [YAY!] …Get out of the intro, Pugs!
"AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!" Came a scream as Puggsy raced down the hall, pursued by the Creepypasta, Liu, who had a ghostly appearance.
Watching from afar was Moon, one of WG's author-friends, and Edwin Miles Smith, FF2's vampire OC and expert-prankster. "Nice idea, Moon- having all your Creepypasta friends hide around and scare the living daylights out of the pipsqueak. I wish I thought of it!" Edwin laughed.
Scoobycool9 came running in. "Oh boy, did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Hold on, he's running to the kitchen- that's where Slenderman is hiding with Smiledog," Moon whispered.
"YIKES!" came Puggsy's scream, and he tried to run… but was tackled by Smiledog, who had him pinned to the ground! "Augh! Help! Someone, help me out, here!"
"Hey, Pugs, what's going- HUH?!" Fangface exclaimed, walking in and seeing Smiledog sitting on Pugs. "HEY! Get off my best buddy! *grr* Everyone knows I'M the only one who's allowed to tackle him!" he paused. "Besides my cousins, sister, wife, kids, and WG when she's at the top of the stairs." He then pulled Smiledog off of Puggsy, both of them glaring and snarling at each other, while Puggsy hid behind the werewolf for protection.
"Um, no one's going to eat him, right?" Storm (Fangface's sister) asked as she walked up. "Because I don't think his wife will allow this to go that far- unless it's just Fangface."
"No, WG made me promise not to include anything bloody or gory," Moon said, then smirked. "But she DID say we could do this!" she then snuck up behind Puggsy, held up a bomb… and stuck it down his pants and ran.
"What the-?!" Puggsy yelped, turning around…
*BOOM!*
His pants were blown off within seconds… as well as Fangface's and Smiledog's fur, since they were in close-range. "Good grief, Pugs! *cough cough* What did you eat?!" the werewolf choked out, coughing out smoke.
Edwin hit the ground laughing. "Oh, I haven't seen anything that hilarious since the Slappy Squirrel cartoons!" he chuckled.
Puggsy glared, clenching his fists. "That's. IT! I've had ENOUGH of this! Where's the bitch who started all this?!" he demanded.
Everyone paused, a bit shocked. For as long as WG and Puggsy had known each other, no one had ever heard the loudmouth call her such a name. 'Psycho', 'crazy', 'ignorpotomas', maybe… but never cussing!
"Did you just call my girlfriend… what I THINK you just called my girlfriend?" FF2 spoke up, stepping up behind Puggsy, looking quite scary enough to be a Creepypasta himself.
Puggsy, however, wasn't phased. "Yeah, you heard me. Where is she?! I'm going to murdify her!" he sneered.
"In that case, I'm not saying a word. Maybe I'll tell you after I kick your-!"
"AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Came a shriek from downstairs, belonging to the authoress herself.
"Um… Moon? You DID tell WG that the Creepypastas were coming over, didn't you?" Scoobycool9 asked.
"Yeah, she was the one who invited us over. I don't see why she's screaming, since she knew where everyone was hiding," Moon said. "Liu in the closet, Eyeless Jack in the bathroom, Slender in the kitchen, Jeff in the first hallway, Jane in the living room, Zalgo in the second hallway, Smiledog with Slender, Sally in Puggsy's room, BEN in the backseat of his car… and stop giving me that look, Pugs, or I will eat you."
Puggsy had been glaring at Moon, though Fangface this time shared his glare. "Hey! I'm the only one who eats Pugs! *grr* …Why does everyone keep forgetting that?!" he griped.
The rest of the Creepypastas came over, upon hearing the scream. "Hey, Moon, what's going on? Someone forget to tell WG where their mark was?" Jeff asked.
"And… what happened to Puggsy's pants, and why are Fangface and Smiledog bald all over?" Tracker asked, walking over with them.
Puggsy, Fangface, and Smiledog blushed, realizing they were 'under-dressed' and quickly ran over to a closet, where a spare set of pants and fur awaited them, and they quickly suited up. "We thought one of YOU guys scarified her," Puggsy said.
"No, that scream sounded like it came from outside," Jane said, then turned to BEN. "Did you pop up and scare her?"
"No, I was waiting for Pugs to come out," BEN answered.
Wolfsbane, another one of WG's OC, came running over. "Hey, Moon, one of your Creepypastas got here late, and he's chasing after WG!" she exclaimed.
"But, we're all here… what did this Creepypasta look like?" Moon asked.
"It's hard to describe. I believe it was The Rake,"
"THE RAKE?! SHIT!" All the Creepypastas and Moon shouted, running out quick, the others following.
"Who exactly IS The Rake?" Tracker asked, worriedly.
"He's a REAL nasty one- he mutilates kids, and likes to track down young girls for his own 'playtime," Moon said through gritted teeth.
*ZOOM!*
FF2 shot out of the house like a bat out of hell. "HANG ON, HONEY, I'M COMING!" he was yelling.
"What do you mean by 'playtime'?" Fangface asked, a bit confused.
"Tell you later, bro." Storm said, as they all picked up the pace.
They raced outside. It was winter, the lake out back by the house frozen solid… and running by was WG, who was looking around, looking more freaked out than Fangs playing Five Nights At Freddy's (say that five times fast). "WG! Over here!" Tracker called.
WG turned, then began running over… but a blur shot by and she disappeared. "NO!" FF2 cried.
*ZAP!*
"OW! MOTHER F****!" screamed a voice, as not too far off was The Rake, rubbing a burn mark on his chest… then got shot by WG's laser-vision once again. And again. And Again.
The rest of the Creepypastas ran over, and began to repeatedly beat the living crap out of the fiend. Everyone ran over to WG… and at a closer distance, they noticed she was wearing multi-colored mesh-shorts and a T-shirt, and was quite pale. FF2 quickly handed her his long jacket, covering her up.
"Well, THAT prank really backfired," Scoobycool9 said.
"Yeah… we didn't even get Pugs to run into the lake!" Moon added.
"Excuse me," FF2 said through gritted teeth as he stormed over to The Rake… then shoved a sword up a certain bodily shaft of his, the blade going up so far the tip of it poked through his skull. "THAT'S for going after my girlfriend, you sick bastard!"
The Rake then stumbled and fell back into the lake, sinking under the ice. "If he has an ounce of sense, he'll let himself drown," Jeff sneered.
"We'll stay out here and make sure he doesn't get up to the surface, alive," Sally promised the others.
Everyone walked back up to the house. "So… maybe we could do something else for a prank. I have this great idea that involves a chipmunk!" Tracker said, earning a glare from Puggsy.
WG, however, stayed silent, a far-away look in her eyes.
"WG? Hey, Wherever Girl! You okay?" Scoobycool9 asked.
"Huh? What? …oh, yeah, sure. Um, lets lay off the pranks for a while guys. I-I'm out of ideas," WG stammered, hugging herself as she walked on.
Everyone stood there in shock once more. WG never- NEVER!- ran out of ideas for harassing Puggsy!
"Wow… that Rake probably really scared her if she can't think of any new pranks," Storm said, stunned.
"Yeah, well, I'm not letting my guard down. That girl ALWAYS has some method in tormenting me." Puggsy sneered. "Just wait, by tomorrow she'll be pulling something!"
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~A Week Later…~
Everyone had gathered in the living room, with the exception of Pugs and WG. "Alright, we HAVE to do something," Brielle stated as she sat by Kassy. "Pugs is pretty much living in paranoia of suffering from another WG-based prank!"
"You think HE'S paranoid? WG hasn't slept for nights! I lost count at how many times I woke up at 5 AM, finding she was still awake!" FF2 added.
"Apparently, they're both still scarred for life," Edwin said.
"Now they know how I feel," Fangs scoffed. "But, refresh my memory… what happened again?"
Everyone sighed- it was one of those stories where Fangs didn't know he was Fangface (and vice-versa), and they were getting tired of his memory lapse. "Okay, Fangs, listen closely this time," Kassy said. "When WG saw how you, as your werewolf-half, always harassed Puggsy and made it look fun, she got the idea to start a prank-based story just for the sake of humor… however, it all backfired as a Creepypasta, The Rake, scared her senseless and Puggsy can't even look her in the face without suffering a heart-attack,"
Fangs scratched his head. "What was that part with the… and who… and… did you say something about me being a werewolf?"
Brielle face-palmed. "Oh, brother… We'll clue you in, later." She said. "Right now, can we figure out a way to get my creator and husband back to normal, before we have to lock them away in an asylum?"
"Lock them away… That's it!" Tracker exclaimed.
"What's it?" Kim asked.
"Well, in some prisons, when two different convicts keep picking fights and starting riots with each other, the guards have them locked away in a solitary room for a certain amount of time in order to prevent the conflict from going further."
"Track… how do you know this?" Fangs asked, looking at his daughter questionably.
"I saw it on an episode of My Name Is Earl."
"But does it work in real life?" Biff questioned.
"I don't know. From what I can guess, they'll either suck it up and make amends… or end up tearing each other's throats out."
"I would like a plan that DOESN'T involve me becoming a widow," Brielle sneered.
"I think it's worth a shot." Edwin said with a shrug. "It'll get WG's mind off The Rake for a while, and Puggsy can get his man-card back by facing his paranoia."
"Lets try it for one night." Samantha (Fangs' sister) said with a grin. "It'll beat watching TV, I'll bet."
"Fine... but if someone dies, you're giving the opening eulogy." FF2 said.
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~The Next Day…~
8:00 AM.
"Brielle, I don't see how this will help," Puggsy said as he and his wife walked down the hall. "I already tried staying at another location, but that crazified girl trackified me down! Just ask Rudolph!"
"Oh relax, this'll help you get over this paranoia," Brielle scoffed.
"Yeah? I wouldn't have this para-annoya if you kept that psycho creator of yours from prankifying me over the brink!"
"I couldn't help it, Pugs, she was crafty- sending me on an extended cruise along the coast of Ireland, telling me it was a Resident Evil cosplay convention. …To make it fair, I did punch her lights out when I found out it was a trick,"
Puggsy crossed his arms. "Yeah, well, you might want to whip out your daggers, because I just know she's going to pull something!"
They stopped in front of a room. "Oh, chillax already. Just go in this room, and by tomorrow you'll hopefully be cured of this phobia of yours,"
"It's not a phobia… and aren't you coming in with me?"
"Nope." Quickly, Brielle opened the door, shoved him inside, and shut it. She then took out a key and locked the door.
"What the…?! Brielle!"
Brielle ignored him, waiting for him to stop pounding on the door. Once he fell silent, she held up her fingers. "Three… two… one…"
"AAUGH! BRIELLE! FOR THE LOVE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT, LET ME OUT! PLEASE!"
"I'll be back in the morning to pick you up. Have a good night, hon. Love ya!"
"Open up the door and prove it!"
Brielle rolled her eyes, then walked down the hall to another room… where there were several monitors on the wall, each showing a different angle of the room Puggsy was in. One screen showed him clawing at the door like a trapped animal… and another showed WG sitting in a chair with a confused look on her face.
Everyone sat in the room, looking at the scene. "I think Sam was right. This does beat television!" Edwin said, munching on popcorn.
"Anyone want to place bets on who'll crack first?" Kassy asked.
"I think Pugs already did," Fangs answered.
"Meh, he'll get over it," Brielle said. "Besides, it's about time he and WG spent some quality time together,"
"…it's going to be a blood bath," Moon commented.
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WG didn't exactly know what was going on. All she knew was that Tracker and FF2 claimed they had a solution to get her mind off her trauma and brought her to a nice room with a large-screen TV, a window with a view of the beach, a large comfy bed, and a kitchen stocked with food.
What they failed to mention was that she would be forced to share it with Puggsy!
That proves it. My insanity rubbed off on my friends and they've lost it completely. WG thought as she watched Puggsy try to break the door open with a chair. What were they thinking? Did they forget that Puggsy pretty much HATES me after all those pranks?! And how is this going to help me get over my…
"What did I do to deserve this?" Puggsy was crying, now on his knees, his face in his hands. "I swear, if this is just because I insulted Fangs a few times… THIS STILL ISN'T FAIR PUNISHMENT!"
WG didn't know what to say. After all, what could she say to the guy who she released hormonal fan-girls upon, humiliated repeatedly, abused, and traumatized for life?
"Um… hi?" she said calmly, since it was the only thing that came to mind.
He paused, and all was silent in the room as he slowly stood up, and looked at her, a glare so dark in his eyes that it actually sent a chill up her spine. He clenched his fists, storming over to her, and all she could do was sit still. What was he going to do? Punch her? Strangle her? No, he wouldn't do that, he wasn't that sort of guy… was he? She couldn't tell- the cruelty of her pranks might have caused something inside him to snap.
"You… are a sick little bitch," he hissed, his voice like poison. "I don't want to see your face as long as we're in this room… no, as long as I live! You're nothing but a cruel brat who'll make anyone suffercate just for a laugh! I'm on to you now… and if you pull anything on me, I swear on everything that's holy I pulverize you so bad you'll be begging for The Rake to take you away! Do I make myself clear?!"
She sunk down in her chair, biting her lip, weakly nodding.
He continued to clench his fists, and she could swear he was holding in the urge to beat her… then he turned away, storming out onto the balcony- which she suddenly noticed had a cage over it, possibly so neither of them could jump over it to escape this 'therapy session'.
Quietly, she stood up, walking over to the bathroom, looking back over at Puggsy. She shuddered a bit, entering the small room and locking the door. For once in her life, she actually felt afraid of him.
And she had reason to be. She put him through hell and back… and who knows what he would do for revenge.
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"Let me kill him! Just a little! I'll make him die slow enough so he can list his regrets!" FF2 was shouting, while Edwin, Hunter, Fangface, Storm, Tracker, Fangpuss, Claw, and Wolfsbane held him back.
Apparently, he didn't like what Puggsy said to WG… and everyone pretty much had to change into a werewolf or use their super-strength to hold him back so he wouldn't run into the room and mutilate the short loudmouth.
"FF2, calm down!" Tracker shouted.
"Yeah, he probably didn't mean it!" Fangface added. "Um… I don't think…"
"I say let him go, and show that loudmouth a lesson," Moon scoffed.
"No. This is between Pugs and WG- if we interfere, nothing will get solved." Scoobycool9 said. "…Besides, WG will probably get him back. She might be in the bathroom plotting her revenge as we speak!"
"How come we don't have a camera in the bathroom, anyway?" Storm asked, noticing the lack of one image.
"Dude, privacy!" Edwin scoffed.
"Oh, right."
"Just one stab?" FF2 begged.
"No! Now sit down and watch the monitors!" Hunter snapped, forcing him to sit down. "You can kill him if he and WG don't work things out!"
"Like I said before: bloodbath," Moon commented. Brielle only face-palmed.
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10:30 AM.
Puggsy had stood on the balcony for two and a half hours, when he noticed things were all too quiet. He walked back inside, seeing WG was sitting in the chair, reading a Calvin and Hobbes book. That's probably where she got the idea of pouncing on me, he thought bitterly, then sat down on the bed, turning on the TV to help him ignore the fact that she was here.
Or… was that what she wanted? Was this all some sick trick of hers, to push him over the edge and result in him becoming further humiliated? What if she was just staying quiet, waiting for him to lower his guard, then BAM! Lights out!
He glanced over at her, seeing she was keeping her back to him… what was she planning?
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In the monitor room, Brielle, Biff, Kim, and FF2 sat watching the monitors, everyone else having gone to get something to eat.
Well, actually, Biff, Kim, and FF2 were watching the screens. Brielle was reading.
"So, you and Pugs went out in Junior High, huh?" Brielle asked, looking at an old school yearbook.
"GIVE ME THAT!" Kim snapped, swiping the book away.
"So… did you?"
"No! …Well, maybe for a week, but we broke things off. Someone took that picture before then, and before we could do anything, someone published it."
"Who was it?" Biff asked.
"I don't know, Fangs was on the Yearbook Committee, but he said he didn't know."
Fangs was in the doorway by this point, awkwardly sipping a soda, then quietly slipped away.
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11:05 AM.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The silence, the still silence that repeated itself the longer she sat there, quietly.
He stormed over, gripping her by the shoulder, causing her to jump. "Alright, what are you planning?" he demanded.
"N-Nothing!" she stammered.
She was lying- he just knew she was! "Don't give me that! This is all a set-up of yours, isn't it?! Tell me what the point is behind all this!"
"Dude, I don't even know! FF2 and Tracker just threw me in here-"
He gripped her by the shirt-collar, forcing her to stand. "To do what?! What are you all planning now?! How long are you going to keep at this sick game of yours?! Why do you like to torture me, huh?! Tell me!"
"W-We're not! I told everyone I wanted to lay off the pranks-"
"Bullshit! Tell me what you're up to!"
"Nothing, I swear!"
"Tell me! Tell me why you hate me, WG!"
Tears began to form in her eyes. "I don't hate you, alright?! I was just having fun, just trying make everyone laugh but… it's over now! I swear to God, hand on the Bible, I'm done! It's… It's no fun anymore!"
He only glared. "Why should I believe you?! All you've done is torment me! Why would you suddenly stop?! Why don't you just continue giving me hell until you finally kill me off?!"
She stared at him, shocked. "I'd never do that… Not to you… maybe to myself, but not you…"
He only continued to glare at her, before letting her go. "Nice try. Just stay out of my way," he then walked over to the kitchen area.
WG just sat there, tears still in her eyes. She walked over to the balcony, gripping the bars, wishing she could just jump.
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"Can I eat him?" Moon asked.
"No, only I can! How many times do I have to tell you that?!" Fangface asked.
"Moon, shouldn't you and the rest of the Creepypastas be chasing after The Rake?" Tracker asked.
"Nah, the Freelance Police caught him two days ago and sent him to the Friendship Is Magic dimension."
"I almost feel bad for him- no wait, I don't." FF2 scoffed.
"So… are they doing any better?" Scoobycool9 asked as he walked in.
"Well, Puggsy and WG had another shout-fest, so not really." Brielle answered.
"I really hope they settle things…" Hunter sighed.
"If they don't, then can I eat him?" Moon asked, while Fangface gave her a look.
"You can have whatever remains of him, after FF2 kills him." Edwin said.
"Now hold on a minute!" Fangface snapped.
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5:37 PM.
It had been hours since he yelled at her, and still WG couldn't bring herself to face him. Not only did she pretty much break his spirit, but she also broke his trust.
Suddenly, she felt like her sister… and the thought made her retch. She would have vomited, but she hadn't eaten a thing all day. No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner… not even a single snack or drink. She just felt too sick.
But things got worse as the sun began to go down, and her own paranoia began to surface, and she wished they were out in the country, where the sun wouldn't be blocked by tall buildings, leaving just a couple more hours of light left.
She paced around the room. Puggsy was asleep on the bed, having dosed off for a nap two hours ago- though kept flinching awake, thinking she would pull something on him.
He hates me. WG thought, as she looked across the room at him. But why am I surprised? I did horrible things to him- worse, I let others in on it and we pretty much ganged up on him without reason. Fangface harassed him just to get back at him for tormenting Fangs, in a subconscious way… me, I just did it because it looked like fun. And now he hates me.
She winced, tears coming to her eyes as she walked over and sat down in the chair, curling up. The room began to grow darker, and she turned on the lamp quickly… only for the bulb to burn out. Dammit! Fucking dammit! She cursed in her head, and hugged her knees, shutting her eyes…
Bad idea. That's when the horrible thoughts appeared.
She tried to push them away, but they just kept coming- thoughts of The Rake taking her away, thoughts of suicide, all the things Puggsy said to her, things her sister said to her, images of her becoming just like her sister, Puggsy getting possessed by The Rake and… and…
GET… OUT… OF MY HEAD! She mentally screamed, before breaking down in sobs. Why do I keep thinking these things? Why can't I just go back to my old ideas of cute, fluffy moments or fantasies of adventures? Why… this?!
"Guilt finally make you crack?"
She gasped, hearing Puggsy's voice, and she looked over at him. She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes again, and she quickly turned and faced away from him, curling up as tight as she could. He said nothing more, and probably went back to sleep.
But she couldn't. She probably never would.
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"Okay, never mind. I want to devour The Rake," Moon sneered, having been reading WG's mind.
"Why? What happened?" FF2 asked.
Moon then described the things that popped into WG's head, explaining they were the result of the trauma she had experienced.
FF2 glared. "Would you like him prepared Sushi-style or burned to a crisp?"
"Can you just stick him in a blender? I'd like him grinded into a liquid."
"Sure thing."
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3:30 AM.
Something was wrong, he could feel it. Thus why he awoke.
It was hard falling back to sleep after hearing WG crying… actually, it left a guilty feeling inside, for himself. The girl hadn't done anything to him, and he was the one verbally abusing her.
Something was wrong with her, he figured as he looked over at her, watching TV, wide-awake. There were circles under her red-rimmed eyes, as if she hadn't slept all week, staying up crying instead.
But why should I console her? He thought. She hurt me, so she can pay the price…
"But you'd just be hurting yourself, more." came a voice, and a little angel appeared on his right shoulder.
He arched an eyebrow. Dear lord… don't tell me we're doing this old gag!
"Believe it, brother!" came another voice, and a little shoulder-devil appeared on the other side. "You're in the right spot, bud. Let that little bitch suffer for what she's done to you! So what if The Rake scared her senseless? She did the same thing to you! Remember the fan-girls? Huh? Huh?"
"Don't listen to him," said the shoulder-angel. "Yes, WG gave you a hard time… but she also defended you at times, remember? She told everyone not to include blood or gore in their suggestions, she included a couple ideas where she got pranked herself… why, she even had your slash-fans mutilated!"
"Yeah, but she kept on picking on him! Not just this story, but for every story! She even had him shot a couple times!"
"But she also gave him a wife, son, and some cool roles."
"BUT, she always had werewolves go after him!"
"Werewolves ALWAYS go after him… And you'll just have more trouble if you keep holding this grudge against WG!"
Puggsy groaned and shook his head. Would you two beat it?! I'll handle this myself! He thought.
"Suit yourself," the shoulder-devil scoffed, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Do the right thing," The shoulder-angel advised, then disappeared in a flash of light.
Puggsy looked over at WG, sighing. He then walked over.
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WG stared at the TV, watching a rerun of Gilligan's Island, hoping to distract herself from her horrid thoughts. But nothing worked… They wouldn't leave her head…
"Hey,"
She gave a jolt, turning around, shooting lasers out of her eyes… she missed, leaving only burn-marks in the ceiling.
Puggsy stood there, frozen in mid-flinch. "Geez, what is with you?! Are you always this jumpy?!"
She winced, beginning to shake. "S… S… Sorry…" she whispered, her voice raspy from all the sobbing, as she turned away.
He sat down beside her on the floor, and she tensed. What was he going to say this time? What was he going to do?
"What exactly is wrong?" he asked in a calm voice. "You're not just pulling an act to trickify me, are you?"
She winced- it hurt not to be trusted. "No… I told you, I'm done with the pranks. I know I hurt you… you don't have to rub it in anymore!" tears began to form in her eyes.
"Calm down, I was just asking! Leaping ignorpotomases, what is up with you? Did that run-in with The Rake scare away half your senses?"
"Would you stop bringing that up?!"
Puggsy leaned back, and in her eyes he could see genuine fear. "Wherever Girl…?"
"It was horrible… he… he snuck up on me while I was getting dressed, and chased me outside, trying to grab me… telling me what he was going to do… describing every detail… every sick, gory… erotic detail!" tears continued to fall out of her eyes. "Since then, I-I haven't slept… I keep thinking he's at the foot of my bed… sometimes I see him… and horrible visions kept coming to mind, not just of him, but… other awful things." She continued to sob. "I told FF2 and Tracker about it, and they've tried to console me… but the images won't stop… I can't sleep… I'm scared, Pugs! I have an extreme case of virginitiphobia and nyctophobia here!" she began to hyperventilate. "I—I don't know what to do! What do I do?! I-I think I'm going to be sick-"
Puggsy started to get freaked out. She's having a panic-attack! He thought, and frantically tried to figure out what to do. Normally when someone has a panic attack, you're supposed to slap them… but would that really help? He and WG pretty much had a history of smacking each other.
He did the only thing that came to mind.
He raced to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of cold water, and dumped it on her. "WG, snap out of it!" he said sternly.
She paused, blinking. "I-I blacked out… what happened?" she stammered.
"You did a great impersonation of Fangs, that's what happened." He held out his hand. "C'mon, get up. Lets get something in your stomach."
Suddenly a scene from the Matrix appeared in her mind…
Quickly, she grabbed his hand… and suddenly shock shot through her.
Namely because he wasn't gripping her hand trying to break it, or yanking her up so hard he could've pulled her arm out of the socket… No, he held it gently, slowly pulling and helping her to her feet.
Her legs wobbled, having fallen asleep, as she walked with him over to the kitchen. He poured them both glasses of milk, and handed her a sandwich. Why do I get the feeling he spit on this? She thought.
"I didn't spit on it, if that's what you're thinking," he said, bluntly.
Great, now he reads minds. She sighed, but ate the sandwich regardless.
"I just put a dead spider on it,"
She did a spit-take, looking at him. "What?!"
He smirked. "Kidding! …Not that fun when you're the one getting prankified, is it?"
She rubbed her mouth, glaring at him. "Ha ha, very funny… didn't know you were into the oldies."
"Oh sure, be critical, but it won't change the look you had on your face. You should've seen it! You were like this," he then did an impersonation of her expression.
She scoffed, trying to hold in a chuckle. "You're such a jerk."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. …So, what was with the freak-out back there? Something about phobias, and sick thoughts."
WG winced, holding her sandwich. "Yeah… I… I've been having these disturbing thoughts lately." She bit her lip. "Actually, I've been having some of them for a long time now… they've just gotten worse after what happened."
"Tell me about them,"
"Huh?"
Puggsy leaned against the table across from her. "Tell me what kind of thoughts you've been having. First step in resolving a problem is telling someone."
"Well… I told FF2…"
"So, you can tell me, can't you?"
WG bit her lip. Was this a trick? Was he secretly recording everything she said, plotting on blackmailing her later? "Why… why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Trying to help… after what I put you through, I figured you'd be trying to break the door down with my head. I mean, you were right- I was a total bitch to you, for no reason. I really am sorry… I know you don't believe me, but I am."
She flinched just then as something touched her hand, seeing it was his own. "It's alright, WG. I'm… I'm getting over it now. Slowly, but surely… Plus, you should know me well enough that I wouldn't stoop to revenge. …Well, no lower than a punch to the face, at least."
WG nodded, softly clenching a fist under his hand, feeling awkward at his touch. She didn't expect him to get over it so soon… maybe he was just calm because they were up so late. In the morning, he'd probably be a paranoid grouch again, not even remembering anything.
"You don't have to tell me about these thoughts, either… from what you described already, I think I can guess."
Dude, you're probably not even close, WG thought, sighing softly.
"Some of them were about me, weren't they?"
Gah! How did he figure it out?! She paled, a sweat-drop appearing on her head. "H-Huh?!"
"The… the gory thoughts. Was I part of those?"
She sighed. "No… just me. The only way you were part of them was… was that you… killed me."
He only stared at her.
Then began to laugh. "And those surprise you?"
She looked at him, stunned. "What?!"
"WG, I think it's THAT shocking to imagine me killing you after all the whacked-out pranks you've put me through. I mean, who wouldn't think 'This guy's going to kill me!' after they've sickified some fan-girls on him?"
WG considered this, then chuckled. "Yeah, you got me there… Heh, to tell the truth, they weren't even your fan-girls,"
He scoffed. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. They were just a bunch of hyped-up prep-girls we paid to pretend to be obsessed with you. …I think the biggest giveaway was the fact that they loved Twilight,"
"How is that a giveaway?"
WG rolled her eyes. "Anyone who adored a guy like you would be too smart to like Twilight, Pugs."
He then smirked. "Why, WG, did you just compliment me?"
WG scoffed. "Not much of a compliment, as bad as that franchise is… but sure, you can take it as a compliment."
"Very funny… So, do you know if I have any fan-girls?"
"Well, I know Fangs and Fangface do… but it's hard to say. Since the show wasn't that popular and few people know about it today, I doubt there's much of a cult following."
"So, I have none."
WG shrugged. "Maybe one… Everyone must think she has a weird taste in guys, though."
He shook his head, lightly chuckling. There was a pause between them, as WG finished her sandwich. "So… you won't prankify me anymore, huh?"
WG thought about it, shrugging. "Maybe. Not as cruel as I've done in the past, maybe just having the werewolves harass you, swap a few insults… but nothing brutal."
"Good… Maybe you could save the brutality for The Rake."
She flinched. "Stop bringing him up, please…"
"Oh c'mon, like he'd be dumb enough to mess with you again. …Actually, why don't you start a story where he gets harassified? I could help you co-write it, give him hell for what he's done. I'll bet Moon has some good ideas, too."
WG nodded, giving a small smile. "I guess… I just wish this fear would go away…"
"Well… you believe in Jesus Christ, don't you? He's always watching over us. Focus on Him, and that should help."
"I've tried…"
"Well, try harder. Pray for Him to help you get over this fear and get rid of these trashy thoughts. I'll pray with ya, if you want…" he paused, noticing tears welling up in her eyes again. "…What?"
She only smiled, taking his hand. "Thank you."
He smiled back. "Uh, any time."
"Can we do it now?"
"Sure,"
They bowed their heads, praying that the horrid thoughts would leave both their heads, that they and their friends would be protected from The Rake and that he would soon be dealt with and prevented from harming anyone ever again, and for their fears to go away so they could find peace.
"Amen," WG finished.
Puggsy smiled, then stretched, seeing it was getting close to 4 in the morning. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going back to bed,"
"Right behind you,"
Eh? He thought, noticing WG walk past him and climb in bed. She looked over at him, as if waiting for him to join her. O-kay… this just got awkward.
WG shrugged then got up and lied down in the chair, gave him a salute, then shut her eyes. He shook his eyes, then lied down in the bed.
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4:02 AM.
Puggsy was asleep for barely two minutes when he felt something next to him. He opened his eyes, seeing WG had crawled in next to him. "Can I help you?" he asked, noticing she was awake.
"Um… did I ever tell you I had a fear of Chucky?" she said.
He rolled his eyes. "Huh boy… WG, if you want to share a bed, just say so."
"I would… but I think there's trolls following this story,"
"So threaten to have Moon eat them or something. Just lay down and go to sleep,"
WG nodded, lying down.
Things were quiet, but a sense of humor crept into Puggsy's mind, and he smirked. "Besides, you shouldn't be so ascared of Chucky… considering you look like his bride,"
*WHUMP!*
WG smacked him with a pillow. "Okay, you're just asking for another prank-attack!"she retorted.
"Hey, you once compared me to Edward Cullen, I think we're even!"
WG paused. "Good point. Alright, we'll call it even,"
"Hold it,"
*Whap!*
Puggsy hit her with a pillow. "NOW we're even."
"Oh, it's on like ping-pong!" WG grabbed her pillow and proceeded to swing it at him, while he blocked it with his own pillow, swinging at her as well.
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In the monitor room, Edwin, FF2, and Brielle were the only ones awake, staring at the screen. "O-kay… now they're having pillow-fights." The vampire said, then looked at the other two. "Um, when did this 'therapy session' turn into a slumber-party?"
"I'm wondering when they'll remember WG's still soaked?" Brielle remarked.
"I'm wondering if they'll let me co-write that story where we torture The Rake," FF2 added.
They continued to watch the screen, the ponderings never ceasing.
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4:15 AM.
"Ha!" Puggsy exclaimed, knocking the pillow out of WG's hands, making it land across the room. "Ready for mercy, or should I finish you now?"
WG grabbed a corner of the sheets, waving it like a white flag. "Alright, alright, you win this round. Next time, you might not be so lucky," she said, then looked across the room where her pillow lied It was still dark, and there was no way she was going to leave the comfort of the bed. "I'm going to need a pillow, though."
Puggsy sat his pillow down and firmly lied his head on it. "Well, you ain't getting mine," he stated, folding his hands behind his head. "So tough- oof!"
He looked down, seeing that WG lied her head on his stomach, wrapping her arms around his waist. "That's okay, I found a new one,"
"Ha ha, very funny. Let me go!"
"Aw, but you're so comfy!" as if to make her point clear, she nuzzled against him.
"Ha ha- stop it! Get off!"
She smirked. "Pugs… don't tell me you're ticklish!"
"What?! Are you crazified?! Of course I'm not- hee hee ha ha! STOP THAT!"
WG was tickling his stomach, keeping him pinned as her hands switched from his stomach, to his neck, to under his arms, and back to his stomach. He kept tossing and turning, laughing and trying to shove her away. Oh, I'm never letting him live this one down! She thought, giggling.
"That's it! Now you're in for it!" Puggsy shouted, managing to catch her arms and pin her down.
"Pugs! No! Wait! Don't tickle me! I'm warning you! I kick! I- pffftt HA HA HA!"
"Yeah, I'll take that chance!" Puggsy proceeded to tickle her back, in the same places she tickled him. The girl went nuts, thrashing around, trying to avoid his hands, but he still managed to get to her.
"S-Stop! I-I-I'm going to pee my pants!"
He stopped, laughing. "There. We're even again,"
WG sat back, slowing down her laughter. "I was wrong. You're not a jerk, you're a total prick!"
"And you're still a little bitch,"
*Bam! Bam! Bam!* came a pounding at the door.
"HEY! WOULD YOU TWO KIDS PIPE DOWN IN THERE?!" bellowed a voice from one of the other residents, Count Basel. "SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"
Puggsy and WG paused, waiting a minute until the count left, then busted out laughing again, falling back and collapsing on the bed. "A-Alright, that's enough… lets get some sleep now, before someone else comes-a-knocking," Puggsy said.
"Right," WG chuckled, both of them lying down. She once again lied her head on his stomach, still not wanting to fetch her own pillow.
This time, he didn't resist, too worn out to trigger another tickle-fight. …Wow, that sounded lame. It really sounded like they were a couple little kids at a slumber party! What exactly happened that lead to this? Puggsy thought, as he was having trouble recalling everything. All he could remember was that one minute he was stark-raving mad at WG, then suddenly they're laughing and goofing around like childhood friends. Well, could've been worse… could've been a bloodbath.
"Pugs?" came WG's whisper, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Hmm?" he replied quietly, close to drifting to sleep.
"Thanks… for helping get rid of… those thoughts…" she then drifted to sleep, holding him tightly.
He smiled, draping an arm around her. "Anytime…"
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Edwin stared at the screen, smiling. "So, pillow-fights, a tickle-war, and now they're cuddling. Funny, I figured the world was going to end with a quiet whimper, not a snuggle. I guess we'll see once you two get to the room, eh guys? …Guys?" he said, looking over at FF2 and Brielle.
They had fallen asleep, slumped against each other.
Edwin shook his head. "Ah well. Looks like I'll be keeping this bit of blackmail to myself,"
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9:30 AM.
Puggsy was the first to wake up, finding WG was still hanging on to him, fast asleep still. So it wasn't just some crazified dream, he thought, rubbing his head. Geez, what got into us last night?
WG sighed softly, nuzzling against him once more, deep in a slumber. From what he could tell, she would probably be sleeping for another few hours, as she had gotten little sleep the past few days.
There came a clicking sound as the door opened, and FF2 and Brielle walked in, arching eyebrows. "So… what're you doing?" Brielle asked.
"Starting a career as a human-pillow. Business is going good so far," Puggsy replied, sarcastically. "Seriously, FF2 can you get your girlfriend off me? I'd like to move sometime,"
"You do realize I have an urge to kill you right now," FF2 replied. Puggsy opened his mouth to make a remark, but the author raised his hand, keeping him silent. "But… I won't. You helped out WG, and both of you made a truce, therefore you have my mercy. …But, if you call her a bitch again, you shall suffer."
"Fine, I take it back. …Now, can you help me out, here?"
FF2 sat down beside him and tapped WG on the shoulder. By reflex, she rolled over and gripped onto him, releasing Puggsy. "Yeah, you think you're a human-pillow,"
"Well, WG's got her human-pillow back, so I'll have mine back," Brielle said, hooking her arm with Puggsy's.
"Don't flatter yourself, Brie- you're still in trouble for locking us up!" Puggsy said to her.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Challenge me to a tickle-fight?"
Puggsy gawked. "How did you… Wait, were you guys spying on us?!"
"Hey, we had to do something to make sure you didn't kill each other," FF2 said with a chuckle.
Puggsy clenched his fists, though calmed down as Brielle kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry… we put some magnets on the tapes Edwin was using." She said as she lead him out of the room. "By the way, when were you going to tell me you and Kim went out in Junior High?"
"Oh geez, Brielle! Not you, too…!" Puggsy groaned.
FF2 shook his head, holding WG close, leaning back as he decided to sleep, figuring he would make a mental list of activities they could do, to keep the dark thoughts away.
Though, he knew the battle was half-won, now that two of his friends managed to find- and make- peace.
At least, until the next prank-war.
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WG: Well, there's a new fluff for ya. Had humor, angst, a bit of horror, and tender-moments so sweet it'll make your teeth rot. I'm going to bed now, night!
Puggsy: Hold it! I think we need to do some editing! For one thing, how come I was the one getting all the death-threats and prank-attacks?!
WG: Hey, I was the one mentally disturbed!
Puggsy: I had to do the whole 'angel and devil on the shoulders' bit!
WG: I had to list my phobias!
*they continue arguing until Brielle comes in. She then bashes their heads together, knocking them out*
Brielle: Well, now that that's settled… Please review, but no flames or, like my husband said, Moon will eat you. Goodnight, everybody! *walks out, dragging Pugs and WG*