*Post-Recorded Announcement*

Please pardon the absence of both WG and Puggsy in this chapter. It appears, after they regained consciousness from Brielle bashing their heads together in that last Author's Note, they decided to keep on arguing on who got it worse in that last fluff-shot. …It's still going on, thus why this story has been on hiatus for so long.

However, they both managed to have a pre-written fluff ready for posting, if there came a case where neither of them couldn't and/or wouldn't update. As usual it includes something within the hurt/comfort, friendship, humorous, or 'random' category, yet romance, death, and bloodshed haven't been included… though chances are those rules may be broken next (except the romance one, which they vowed to never even think about) since they already broke the 'swearing' rule, though it's easy to understand why.

This next fluff-shot is also about another fluff moment, but written in one of the characters POV, as WG found inspiration from a few "Treasure Planet" one-shots based on the scene where John Silver comforts Jim Hawkins. …Ironically, that scene also inspired the fluff they underwent here, but we'll get to that another time.

Also, let it be known that WG only owns herself and her own original characters, and Puggsy owns himself, and Fangface (the show) is owned by Ruby-Spears©, and all other authors and OC belong to themselves/their respected owners.

That is all.

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Setting: During "Family Traits", Ch. 19.

Puggsy's POV

I walked down the hallways of the apartments, lost in my thoughts as I looked back on the month we just went through. First, everyone's getting their genders switched because of the whole 'men are stronger than women' argument, then we're finding out Fangs' thought-to-be-dead son, Timothy, was being tracked down by my long-lost vampire relative, Lamone; then we're finding out WG and FF2 were once OC themselves until they gained the rights to be authors after their creators passed away, and had a pair of evil twins running around causing trouble; then it turns out WG has a psychotic sister who tried to kill us all, making Kiff and Anna disappear and killing off Brielle and Stalker, though the she-wolf turned out to be alive due to being half-cartoon; I turned into a werewolf, whom I decided to split apart from; And before I know it we're all teaming up with Disney characters to take down a league of evil villains, who turned out to be under some sort of mind-control, while the real masterminds escapified!

Oh, and I found out my son had inherited some DNA from WG.

Yeah… I miss the days where we were just meddling kids stopping some creep from stealing jewels.

Things were different now- we all developed new skills, the villains we faced were more sadistic than any we faced before, and their plots were just as twisted…

Makes me wish WG never had us put on a Fanfiction website in the first place…

"What's up?"

Speak of the authoress, and she'll appear. I looked over at WG- whose hair had just grown back at a short length, after some villain's potion caused her to go bald- wearing mix-matching clothes and that cap that she's barely ever seen without, looking more like a boy than usual.

"Eh, just enjoying the solitude," I replied with a shrug, hoping this girl would leave me alone for once.

*CRASH!*

Of course, I knew getting solitude around here would never happen. After that crash took place, BF and Fangpuss ran by at light-speed. "Hi Pugs! Bye Pugs!" they said quickly as they rushed by, and I had a feeling I didn't want to know what kind of trouble they got themselves into this time.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU TWERPS!" Astrid, WG's black-haired Nobody, shouted as she ran by, dripping wet.

"I don't even want to know," WG sighed, as if she read my mind.

"So much for solitude," I muttered in response, looking out the window.

After all that had happened in the past several days, I was surprised anyone would be wanting to goof around. …I was surprised I could even find the strength to get out of bed, after losing my wife. If Kiff wasn't around, I probably wouldn't face anyone- though he was more preoccupied with trying to figure out what was up with Lamone, or hanging out with Hardy, my werewolf-half. I kept wondering how Brielle would react to everything- our kid being superpowerfied, me becoming a werewolf, all the Disney stars we got to meet…

It didn't help that this 'Brelyn' girl who we found reminded me so much of her, like she was some kid-version of her or something! …I really missed her, and it hurt so much…

"C'mon," WG said, suddenly grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me down the hallway, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hey! Whoa! Where are we going?" I demanded as she yankified me down one hallway to the next, hoping she didn't have some new prank-scheme in store for me.

"I'll show you in a sec," She lead me through the doors and across the street, into the woods.

…seeing many horror films in my life, I got a bad feeling…

She lead me deeper and deeper through the trees, turning this way and that, going around bushes and boulders, and through a thick brush, and into a tall patch of weeds. I was starting to get freaked out, like maybe she was under some sort of mind-control and leading me to the villains, or something. "Where are you taking me, exactly?" I demanded as we passed through the weeds.

"Just a minute,"

Once we got on the other side, she stuck out her hand and motioned to the scenery before us. It was a small, sparkling pond with a couple cat-tail weeds growing here and there, a few fireflies blinking as they hovered above the water, lily pads floated in the water and were occupied by a frog or two, and the water was so clear we could see not only the moon's reflection, but the reflection of the entire sky.

"Jumping ignorpotomases… what IS this place?" I asked. I wasn't really much of a nature-person, though I had to admit this spot was pretty breathtaking… and I wondered why WG was showing me it.

WG sat down on a boulder by the pond, gazing at the scene. "It's my thinking place." She replied. "I come here every time I need to clear my head and get away from the hustle of the rest of the world. I like to come here on my own, just to get some peace and quiet, and ease down a little. No one else knows about this quaint little spot except me. That's why I take such a long route to get here- just so no one tries to follow me."

I looked at her in confusion, arching an eyebrow- why did I get the feeling she was up to something? "So… why did you bring ME here?"

She shrugged. "I've known you for a while, and figured you'd need a solitary place to help you cool down, too- especially when you have to deal with Fangface, countless bad guys, and every whacky OC me and FF2 like to throw at ya..."

…as well as losing my wife, finding out we practically 'share' a kid, having an emo-vampire relative, turning into a weird-wolf, and nearly dying a few times… I added in my head.

"I figured a spot like this would be quiet enough for you to relax."

I had reasons to doubt it, knowing that relaxing would be one thing I would probably never do. I looked around at the peaceful scenery once more. Well… she went through the trouble of bringing me here, and it is pretty quiet… I thought, then shrugged and sat down beside her. "Meh, it'll do."

I kind of spaced out, looking across the pond, up at the stars… though despite how nice it was, I still couldn't stop thinking about all the tragedies that took place, much less felt tense from being out here alone with WG. Why was she being nice to me?

"You're pretty lucky," she said quietly a few minutes later, looking down at her deflection in the water. "You have a good group of friends, a couple of them being werewolves, who stick up for you and take you on trips and give you an exciting life."

Why is she bringing this up? I wondered, but only shrugged in response. "It's not as fun as it sounds," I told her.

"Yeah, I can tell after watching so many episodes. …But, it beats life in the real world. In reality, not many people have close friends, and there's always danger around every corner but not many heroes to stop it, and you can never really trust anyone anymore, especially when corruption takes a new victim by the end of each day, and sometimes… sometimes you feel insecure everywhere you go… even in your home," she sighed, and I noticed she was wincing, though she still didn't look at me.

What is up with her tonight? I was getting both nervous and suspicious. I never saw WG act so mellow before.

"She hates me," her voice was cracking now, and I could tell tears were brimming in her eyes.

"Who does?" I asked, arching an eyebrow, my nervousness beginning to increase a little.

That's when WG let her emotions flood out, though didn't shed any tears (yet). "My sister! She's always poking fun at me, and pointing out any flaw she finds on me, and I can hardly talk to her without having to be criticized for my own opinions, and… she's just ashamed of having me for a sister," She looked down sadly, a couple tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "You're lucky you never had to go through any of that, Pugs… okay, so Fangface antagonizes you every once in a while, but at least he likes you for who you are. …I wish I could switch places with you,"

O-kay, I was back to being confused again. WG, the girl who picked on me every chance she got, just admitted she wanted to trade places with me: the guy who gets harassed by werewolves, lost his wife, and was stuck in a contract about being a keyblade warrior with no options out… heck, my own kid once threatened me a few days back! (though once WG took away his powers, I made sure he learned his lesson about obeying the 'honor thy parents' commandment). I was used to all the "I'm glad I'm not you!" comments from people… WG was the first to state otherwise.

As I thought about it, I could sort of relate. WG's sister was a major bitch- I mean, I thought WG was a pain in the neck, but her sister was mean enough to make Marlow Bellington sound like a saint!

Though, I figured WG only had one tormentor, whereas I grew up with several. "I know how you feel," I told her, sighing. "I had the same problem, only it was with a next-door neighbor I had when I was ten. Every day, whenever I went somewhere, I would take a short-cut through an alley just to kill time… but every time, he would be there, waiting for me."

"And let me guess- he beat you up for your allowance," WG guessed sarcastically… though I could tell her voice was about to crack, still trying to keep her sister out of her head.

I scoffed. "I wish. No, he only picked on me for fun, and ranshackified my face every time I tried to fight back,"

"Did you tell your parents?"

"Nah… back in my day, if you squealed, you committed suicide. We didn't have any of those 'zero-tolerancy' laws kids in your world have today,"

"Ah. …So, why didn't you just take a different route?"

"I started to, then realized that I was just running away from my fears. Finally, I built up the nerve to stand up to that jerk. …I got the crap beatified out of me, but I didn't stop. Each day, I stood up to him more and more, until he finally realized I wasn't going to stop until he did. After about two weeks, he saw me coming down the alley and scammified."

WG nodded. "You were a pretty tough kid,"

Holy crud, did she just compliment me? I joked in my head, though just shrugged. "I was just tired of being pushified around and stopped letting bullies walk all over me. That's what they do- once they get the sense that you're soft, they walk all over you… But, show them that you don't take crap from just anybody and lay down the law, and they start backing off."

She sighed. "People laugh when I try to stand up to them… I don't even see why I bother,"

I looked at her- this was coming from the girl who tried to kill me with a machete the day I first met her! And she was upset because her sister just pushed her around? I could tell she was close to tears too. Don't cry, don't you dare cry… I ordered mentally.

"See? THAT'S the kind of attitude that gets you bullified in the first place." I told her, firmly. "If you give them even the slightest hint that you can't take them on, they'll just keep at it, but show them what you're made of and prove how strong you can be, and they'll scrammify before you can say, 'Hasta luego',"

WG looked down at the water once again. "What if… what if you can't fight back? What if they said something so mean, so heart-breaking, that you feel as if you want to… um, take the 'cowards way out' of life?"

I was shocked- WG never brought up suicide before, and I was starting to get freaked out again. I stayed calm, however, knowing that if I freaked out, that would just upset her more. "That's when you do the most simplest thing: ignore them," And don't cry… whatever you do, do NOT cry! I added mentally, in full-panic mode on the inside.

"What if… you can't? What if it hurts so much that you… can't take it anymore?" Her voice finally broke and she began to sob, quickly burying her face in her arms, possibly hoping I wouldn't see.

Oh man… why'd she have to be a crier? Why?! I thought, not really knowing how to react.

Worst yet, she started to remind me of Brielle- despite her boyish appearance. Seeing tears form in those blue eyes of hers made me think of all those times Brie would break down, and I always stuck by her side to console her… But WG wasn't like Brielle that much outside of that! The girl pretty much made me a potential prank-target! How could I console someone who made me switch bodies with several people in the same hour we met?

Still… I couldn't just ignore her tears either. I may be a jerk, but I ain't heartless. I reached over, gently laying a hand on her shoulder, making her look at me… good grief, that sad look in her eyes…

"That's when you call on someone you can trustify," I said to her, keeping eye-contact and making sure she didn't try to look away. "What did she say to you, WG?"

She bit her bottom lip, turning away from me… But I wasn't going to let her avoid the subject, and shook her shoulder gently, keeping a grip on it until I found out what made the machete-wielding whack-job I once knew break down.

"What did Jennifer say to-"

She snapped. "It's not just Jennifer!" she cried. "It was several people! They… they said things that… that I can't repeat without wanting to…" she then burst into tears, bawling. "…do this!"

Okay, so we're both bully-targets, apparently… man, why did I have to relate to the nut-job? I thought, but kept a hand on her shoulder. "Who were they?"

"Guys at school, some of my cousins, my sisters- I have six, with me being the youngest… They like making fun of the way I dress, the things I say… almost anything they find amusing!"

Sounds like someone else I know… I wanted to say, but didn't dare. Sure, WG's a pain in the neck, like I said before… But she wasn't really the type who'd outright bully someone the way she described. Okay, so she and FF2 pulled a few acts, but they never really did it to hurt anyone. I was starting to feel sympathy for the kid.

She then wiped her eyes, clearing her throat, trying to compose herself. "But… who cares how suckish my reality life was? We got a bunch of villains to go after…"

"WG?" I stated, before she could just try to change the subject and avoid the fact that she had an emotional breakdown in front of me.

"What?" She looked at me- probably expecting me to make some remark or poke fun at her crying or something.

I guess she didn't expect me to put an arm around her, since she tensed a bit. I couldn't blame her- I didn't know what drove me to do it, either. I just wanted to help her get over this. "Next time, tell them to shut up, and don't even listen. If they think you're just some kid to poke fun at, then they don't know about the creative, loving, imaginatory, funny girl you truly are… and will probably end up regrettifying the things they've said and done to you when you're on top of the world, and they're having to watch you from below with telescopes." Another tear began forming in her eye- automatically, I wiped it away. "And stop crying! Being a tough girl… it's just not you."

She just looked at me with those sad eyes… then before I knew it, she was hugging me, crying into my shoulder.

…well, so much for keeping her from crying again…

I didn't really know what to do. Considering WG and I had more of a violent relationship… this was new territory for us. For me. When WG brought me out here for peace and quiet… well, I didn't expect her to open up to me then end up crying on my shoulder.

I looked down at her, and sympathy welled up inside me.

I remembered breaking down weeks ago, the night Brielle had died, and I thought I had lost Kiff too. Now here was the girl who gave me both of them… and was in just as much emotional pain. Not because her sister just kept butting into her life, but because she felt she was pretty much trying to take it away…

Like how she took Brielle away…

I wrapped my arms around WG. It was the only thing I could do- we both had been harassed our entire lives, and now others were trying to sabotage them, just when we thought we found a reprieve. "It's alright, WG… it's alright," I whispered to her. I cleared my throat, patting her on the back as I pulled away. "Now, uh… why don't you head back now, and get some sleep? We're gonna start searchifying for that crazified sister of yours, soon as the sun's up,"

WG nodded and stood up, beginning to walk away… though paused and looked back at me, smiling. I smiled back, giving a nod, and she walked off.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck as I stood up. I didn't know what got into me… to either of us… but I had a feeling that things were going to be slightly different…

That, or we'd end up black-mailed somehow.

I began to follow WG, knowing she was the only one who knew the way back to the studio…

"Have a nice fluff-moment, punk?" came the voice of my enemy, Snake, and I looked up, just in time for him to leap down and knock me out cold!

As I fell unconscious, I couldn't think of what was worse: That I had been ambushed… or the creep saw everything!

WG… Brie… were the last words that ran through my mind.

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To find out what happened next, read Chapter 20 of 'Family Traits'… man, I hate it when the bad-guys spoil the moment.

Anyway, Pugs and WG are still arguing… Lord knows how long it'll be until they move on… so please just review, don't flame, and hope that their bickering ceases.

…I feel like watching "Treasure Planet" now…