And here's where it actually begins…

Disclaimer: I don't own Fangface (darn it).

Chapter One

Forgotten

Year: 1970-- the era before iPods, cellphones, and the Internet

8-year-old Sherman Fangsworth sat on the front lawn with his younger cousin, Clarice, watching the clouds roll by as she read a beauty magazine. He and Clarice never really did much together, considering she was into cosmetology and he was into more boyish things. He namely spent the time talking to himself…

…And by himself, I mean his werewolf half, Fangface. Sherman was aware that he was a werewolf, and had mental communication with his other half (sort of like having an imaginary friend who wasn't actually imaginary). Though it was a hassle for him sometimes, because Fangface would (when in his human form) get Sherman to do something through him, causing the boy to have a 'dueling personality' most of the time.

For instance, take their conversation today. "I'm bored. Any ideas?" Sherman asked his imaginary image of Fangface.

"If I had any ideas, you'd have thought of them by now." The illusion of Fangface replied.

"Hmm, that's true."

"If you keep talking to yourself, people will think you're some sort of nut." Clarice said, not looking up from her magazine. "…Of course, they do anyway."

Fangface (through Sherman) growled. "At least I'm talking, missy." he said. Sherman clapped his hand over his mouth, surprised of his (or Fangface's) outburst.

Could you not do that?! Sherman thought, addressing Fangface mentally.

Do what? Fangface responded.

Use me as a ventriloquist dummy, that's what! It's freaking me out!

"I'm going inside." Clarice scoffed, distracting Sherman from a mental remark from Fangface. "When you're ready to be normal, you can tell me."

" 'When you're ready to be normal, tell me' (grr)." The illusion of Fangface sneered. "Like she's never had a conversation with herself!"

"You know, you're really a burden, sometimes!" Sherman snapped.

"Oh, yeah? What about when I'm actually around, and you're the voice nagging me in the back of my-- or our-- mind?! It's always, 'Don't do this' or 'Don't do that'… for goodness sakes, you sound like mom!"

"Hey, I just don't want you to pull something stupid and get yourself-- us-- killed and---"

"Hey, look! There goes the ice cream truck!" Sherman's gaze fell on the ice-cream truck passing by, and all of a sudden, he wanted to run after it---

"Oh, no you don't!" Sherman clutched his head and glowered at imaginary Fangface. "I am not running after a truck! …Besides, we're not allowed to leave the yard."

"Actually, I'm not allowed to leave the yard. …But you are!" The illusion of Fangface walked into Sherman and disappeared, taking control.

Oh, no… Was the last thing Sherman thought before Fangface caused him to bolt down the street after the ice-cream truck, sprinting hard to catch up to it. If I were running, we'd have it by now! Fangface said in his mind. If you were running, the driver would have a heart-attack! Sherman mentally replied.

Sherman (and Fangface) were concentrating on the truck so much that they didn't see the jeep drive around the corner. Everything went black after that…

…And the next thing he knew, he was in the hospital, his head bandaged and his parents and cousin sitting next to him. "W-what happened?" he asked, still dazed. He tried to move, but every time he did, he felt pain. He looked at himself to see that his right arm and left leg were in casts, and his ribs were bandaged.

"You got hit by a car," Clarice said, shaking her head. "Sheesh, Sherm, don't you know that-- when chasing an ice-cream truck-- you're not supposed to run in the middle of the street?"

"Clarice, that's enough!" Kevin, Sherman's father, snapped at his niece, then turned to his son. "You gave us quite the scare, son. The doctor said that you might have suffered a concussion."

"Concussion?!" Sherman repeated, frantically. "What's that? A-Am I going to d-die?!"

"No, sweetie, it just means you would forget who you were for a while." Sally, Sherman's mother, said as she gently stroked the side of his head. "Speaking of who you were, how does Fangface feel?"

"Fangface?"

"Your werewolf half."

Sherman looked at his mother, cocking his head to the side. "I-I… I'm a werewolf?" He paused, then let out a laugh. "Oh, I get it! You're pulling a joke on me! Okay, okay, you got me! Me, a werewolf? That's ridiculous!"

His parents and Clarice looked at each other worriedly. Kevin took out a small postal card with the moon on it, (knowing from experience he would transform). Sherman looked at it, and all of a sudden, his eyes began to swirl, smoke came out of his ears, he sprouted a large, single fang on the front of his mouth, and then in a swirl…

"Arrroooooo---OW!" Fangface yelled after his transformation, rubbing his right arm. "Ooh, ooh, what happened?! I feel like I've been hit by a truck!"

His parents sighed. It was official-- Sherman and Fangface had forgotten about each other.

"Wait, what about the videotapes?" Sally whispered to her husband. "Those videos we made, with him transforming---"

"No good." Kevin sighed. "They were warped in the VCR last spring, remember? When the rewind button got stuck…"

"What if we re-recorded him transforming? We still have the camera…"

"But it fell off the shelf and broke into a million pieces, remember?" Clarice said, overhearing her aunt and uncle's whispers. "When Fangface was three and ran into the wall---"

"What are you guys talking about?" Fangface asked, curious about all the whispering. "What's this about videotapes and cameras…(grr) and me?"

"Fangface, do you remember anything about being human at all?" Kevin asked.

"Of course! I am half human, after all…"

"He means full human." Clarice clarified.

"Why would I be full human? I'm already full werewolf… unless you count the half-human, half-wolf concept…" Suddenly, he paused, looking at his reflection in the mirror across the room. For no reason at all, he began howling, jumping out of the hospital bed and spinning around, then racing around the room like a wild animal… until the pain in his left leg caused him to stop. "Ouch! …Whoa, what was that all about?"

His parents and Clarice stared at him, in shock and confusion at his random, crazy act. Clarice turned to her uncle. "How hard did that truck hit his head, again?"

Sally stroked Fangface's head, holding back tears. She never minded having a werewolf for a son, considering he wasn't like the werewolves they saw on TV-- vicious, ruthless, man-eating monsters-- but had a kinder nature. That's why she never freaked out when he was born, because she saw something in him. Something… good.

But her heart felt broken now, considering her son didn't realize who he was anymore. Of course, it could be temporary. she thought, hopefully. He and Sherman may remember each other by tomorrow morning, if not sooner.

8 years later…

Sherman and Fangface never remembered each other since the ice-cream truck incident (and Fangface's crazy encounters with his own reflection never toned down either), which made it hard to send them to school (considering what kind of classroom disruptions they would cause in their transformations, let alone forget information the other learned). They both became home schooled by their mom, though they didn't learn much since she had to get a part-time job to help pay the bills, yet that didn't bother either of them.

Andrew, one of Sally's younger brothers, came by for a visit one day as she was teaching Sherman geometry.

"I still don't get how you find 'x'…" Sherman said, scratching his head in confusion.

Andrew walked over and pointed to the 'x' in the geometry book. "There it is." he joked, then slapped his knee with a laugh, making his nephew laugh too.

"Hello, Andrew." Sally said, a bit annoyed of her brother interrupting her lesson. "I see you've decided to drop by."

"Ah, I just came by to see my favorite nephew," Andrew tussled Sherman's curly, light-brown hair.

"I'm your only nephew," Sherman replied, smiling.

The clock in the hall chimed, and Sally looked at her watch. "I've got to get to work." She sighed. "We'll pick up where we left off later, okay Sherman?"

"Okay," He let him mom kiss him on the forehead, then she headed out. He turned to his uncle. "So, what brings you by, Uncle Andrew?"

"Well, I wanted to wait till both your parents were around too, but I guess I can't hold this secret in any longer…" Andrew said, his voice filling with excitement. "I'm having a baby!"

Sherman cocked an eyebrow and stared at his uncle. "But, Uncle Andrew… you're a man."

"No, I mean my wife is having a baby, which means I'm having one, too!"

"Well, congratulations!" Sherman took his uncle's hand and shook it. "Wow, just think, I'm gonna have another cousin! …Gosh, I hope it's a boy. I'm getting tired of just hanging out with Clarice."

"I hope it's a boy, too. …Well, I gotta tell Fangface the news, too!" Andrew took out a white sheet of paper and drew a crescent moon on it, holding it up to Sherman.

"Fang-who?" Sherman asked, looking at the picture. Soon, all became a blur and he blacked out as he transformed into Fangface.

"Fangface, guess what!" Andrew exclaimed before his werewolf nephew could get a howl out. "I'm going to have a baby!"

"But… Uncle Andrew? You're a man." Fangface said, letting out a confused growl.

Andrew shook his head. "I mean, my wife is having a baby. I'm gonna be a dad!"

"Gosh, that's great!" Fangface grabbed his uncle's hand and shook it, only it was a lot harder than Sherman's handshake, causing his uncle's entire arm to move up and down. "You think it'll be a boy? …Or even another werewolf?"

"I hope it's a boy, but I wouldn't get your hopes up of it being a werewolf. …Well, I'm gonna go call the rest of the family!" Andrew turned to rush out the door, then remembered something. "By the way, Fangface, your mom went to work. You'll be picking up on the lesson tomorrow." With that, he was out the door, thinking of how great it will be to become a dad. Then he began to ponder at Fangface's question. Could it…? he thought. Nah, not until another four centuries. I mean, the idea of his little cousin being a werewolf? What an idea!

A/N: I am so sorry if you got confused reading this chapter! (I don't blame you). Also, if you've seen the show before, you'll sense a bit of irony… Please R/R, but don't flame.