Wednesday Story: This Tale

Brought to you by: Jenna (The-Cookie's-Monster)

Pairing/Character: Implied Fr(Fem!)Uk, but that's about it. A little PruCan if you squint

A/N: Readers, please, I'd LOVE constructive criticism. Hell, even flames are fine! Also, we are looking for other writers to join us on this account, if interested PM my main account!

Also this story is based off of 'The Little Girl Who Was Forgotten' on Youtube. Go look it up!

This story is one that has been told time and time again. It is a simple story, one without princesses or princes in it. It involves no knights and no dragons. No castles. However, it does contain a little tiny bit of magic. And…Oh wait? You haven't heard the tale of little Matthew? Well! I dare say you must not be from this planet. Everyone knows the tale of Matthew. But, since you seem not to know, I can tell you.

Many, many years ago, far before my time, or yours, in a small, quaint town that no longer exists lived a small boy of 6 named Matthew. He was the youngest child of a French chef and a British singer. He had a slightly older twin brother, Alfred, was also 6. He was a spoiled boy and forced their mother to give him all the attention, leaving no time for poor little Matthew.

In the large house, much larger than four people should need, there were many servants, who mistook him for Alfred and scolded the child for stealing food, when he hadn't even toughed it. And that was really the only time he was acknowledged by anyone it seemed. Everyone forgot him. Sure, he had toys, but what good were they with no one to play with. Alfred refused to come near him, and was rarely around the house anyway. He had friends.

Matthew had no friends. He once had met a boy name Gilbert, but…he had left long ago. He was never told bedtime stories, like his brother got. He never had his closest checked for monsters, like other children. His toys, though he had many, never could give him what he wanted…love and affection. He could hug his little teddy bear all he wanted…but it never hugged him back.

He did everything he was told. He was quiet, polite, and well mannered. He got good grades on his progress reports and cleaned up his messes. He went to bed on time and brushed his teeth for three minutes three times a day. He did everything he could. And still no one cared about it. They praised Alfred for everything…and poor little Matthew was always forgotten about.

Then, he tried to not be so good. He left his toys out and tried to talk loudly. He broke things and tripped his brother. He refused to eat his vegetables, anymore. Nothing happened except getting Alfred into trouble, which he felt bad for, so he returned to being well behaved.

Nothing could be done.

Until, one night, with his teddy bear held close to his chest, he sat beside the window and looked up at the stars high above. A star, the most beautiful and brightest star flashed and dazzled. It was so pretty and bright, it reminded him of an angel. Maybe, if he wished hard enough, the angel would grant his wish. So he closed his eyes tightly, crinkled his nose and whispered in his already soft voice, "I wish for a friend who won't forget me! A friend can love me and help me when I need it. Who will be my keep me safe and never leave me alone, ever."

Keep in mind; wishes are rarely given out by star fairies, who are commonly mistaken for angels. But never had anyone ever wished for such a kind and important, dear thing. Few children wished with so much hope, that the wish was granted.

"Please…Please…Give me a friend…" He begged and pleaded, eyes still closed and hands clasped tightly.

And, as the large clock struck the midnight hour and gave a great toll, a wave of light washed over little Matthew, and lit up the room with it beautiful glow. When the light faded, Matthew opened his eyes. His wish had come true.

Beside him hovered what could only be described as a ball of fluff with eyes and wings and a pair of horns. Matthew tilted his head and smiled, hugging it. It hugged him back. A Friend. He had a friend.

His new friend didn't speak much, but Matthew didn't mind. He named him Mr. Kuma. He always was by Matthew and did whatever he wanted. They colored together, read together, snuggled together. Every night, his furry companion checked the closest and under the bed for monsters. They built forts and went on picnics together. Mr. Kuma would push Matthew on the swing.

And together they were inseparable.

For a time, but, soon Matthew noticed something was wrong. He was certainly the best friend he had ever had. But…he had never had many friends. He realized, that he only was his best friend…because he had wanted him to be like this. Mr. Kuma did everything he wanted him to… But no more. He couldn't love her on his own…

This made Matthew very sad.

Until, one night, he heard celebrating from downstairs. He had been coloring inside a pillow fort with Mr. Kuma when one of the maids, who very rarely spoke to him at all, came running it.

"Oh isn't it wonderful?" Ms. Elizabeta smiled. "Have you heard yet? You're going to be a big brother! Your mother is pregnant!" She clapped her hand with glee. "Won't it be nice?" She smiled, before running back out.

But, Matthew certainly did not find it nice. Not at all.

He looked at his friend who was stoic for a moment, before giving a frown. This was most certainly not wonderful! This was the final straw for the usually quiet, mild mannered young boy. The finally straw indeed! He clenched his fists, his face going red with anger and sadness. Tears formed by his eyes and he took a deep breath.

Then he screamed.

How dare they replace him!

He screamed and screamed and screamed some more. And as he screamed, Mr. Kuma absorbed all his rage. And he got bigger…and bigger…and bigger! Until he burst through the house. And the more Matthew screamed, the bigger and angrier he got. And then, he carried out the revenge his young owner had wanted so much. Revenge on the kids at school for ignoring him! Revenge of the postman for never giving him the letters addressed to him. Revenge on the teachers who called him Alfred! Revenge on everyone. On her parents and Alfred for ignoring her and never caring. Mr. Kuma went on, destroying everything…and everyone in the town.

Soon, Matthew slowly stopped screaming, going into a few hiccupping sobs. Exhausted, like any 6-year-old would be after that, and heartbroken, she sat down and cried.

He cried for his parents. Oh why hadn't they loved him? Why had they wanted to replace him with another little boy? Alfred got enough attention already. Why hadn't they wanted him, who would have done anything for a hug?

A simple kiss on the forehead…

A bedtime song…

Even a good scolding…

And now, everyone was gone. Who would love him now?

As he gazed up at the sky and saw the bright star he had wished on, he clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and began to whisper. Suddenly, a bright pathway of light appeared and Mr. Kuma was gone. But a boy, of no more than 7 stood in the light, holding out a hand for Matthew to take. He had a small bird on his head and was grinning

The boy took the hand and he and the boy walked away, the light, the boy with his little bird and Matthew slowly fading away.

They say, if you do find the town, and close your eyes, at the stroke of midnight, if you are very quiet…you can hear a soft voice whisper…

"Please…Please… Give me a friend…"