'Fritz, your life, is boring!' Mike was rolling around on the floor after a long day of school, in which he had gotten perfect A's thanks to Fritz's help. A chuckle came through the link, and Mike's eye twitched in annoyance. Groaning, he threw a pillow at the couch, where he was 60% certain Fritz was hovering.

'Surprised you guessed where I was. Why not go murder a few critters in the forest? The fun police won't be back for a few more hours.' Of course Fritz idea was murder. Growling, Mike stood up, slumping on the couch, hoping he wasn't sitting right inside Fritz. If it wasn't so early in the afternoon, he'd go to sleep just so he could beat him up.

"Wait, that's it! The forest." Idea sparking in his head, Mike walked outside, heading for the garden shed. Smirking, he began to pull out various items. There was even a saw inside it, he was in luck.

'I'm...actually a little shocked you're actually considering my idea. It was a joke.' Ignoring Fritz for a moment, Mike used all his strength to pull the wheelbarrow out through the doorway. Wiping off a bead of sweat, he began to place the tools inside it.

"I'm not you idiot, I just got a better idea. We've got an entire forest back there, let's make a Treehouse." Smiling, Mike was actually excited for the idea. It would give him something to work for, and he could add to it any time he wanted. It should be plenty of work until the point he got work.

'Do you even know how to do that?' Fritz touched on a good point, and Mike scratched the back up his head, chuckling nervously.

"Well, it'll keep us entertained?" Pushing the wheelbarrow to the edge of the forest, Mike checked the memories, locating a good spot that wouldn't alert any of the other houses. Pulling out the saw, Mike also dug around for an axe, pulling it out. Grimacing, he noticed a speck of blood on it. Shuddering once, he headed into the forest.

"This tree should do it. Are there any birds in it?" Glancing up, Mike narrowed his eyes, looking up at the top.

'No, no birds.' With Fritz having confirmed the tree was safe, Mike began to chop at the tree.

'Wait, you believe me?' There was a measure of confusion coming through the link.

"Well of *huff* course I do. Whew. What reason do you have to lie?" Pausing, Mike glanced toward the air beside him, taking a wild guess. For once, he was wrong, not that he'd ever find out.

'Well, I drag you down with me.' Fritz hummed a merry tune, circling Mike.

"Nah, you lose either way. I doubt you'd betray what trust I've given you just to be an ass. You said it yourself, animals don't count." Crouching, Mike began to hit the tree with the axe once more. There was a moment of silence, and he saw a bird nest pass by the edge of his vision. A small smile fell on his face.

'Shut up Mike,' came Fritz's response.

"Alright, we finally finished sanding down the wood planks. That's what the book said to do right?" Mike glanced toward the many piles of wood, pursing his lip. Browsing the library had been a good idea, and they'd found a book on lumber-jacking in the history section. It wasn't exactly 'in depth'.

"Over goes the tarp," he spoke, tossing the blue material over the wood. Wiping his hands, Mike began putting the tools back in the wheelbarrow, and hummed a tune as they began to head back home.

"School is breaking up soon, that'll give us even more time to build our Treehouse." Stumbling slightly, Mike focused on where he was going.

'Finished stating the obvious, Einstein?' Fritz's annoyance knew no bounds.

"Nnnnnooope," he sung in response.

"Wow."

'...I'd have to agree.'

Both looked up at the large Treehouse they just just completed. It had taken a long time, years, but Mike wasn't exactly popular at school, and he had other goals in mind. With their task complete, he felt a sense of pride in his chest, knowing that this was something he had made. Gripping the wood nailed into the tree trunk, Mike climbed into the Treehouse.

"I think we should get into woodshop when we're older. We'd make quite a living from it." Rubbing a hand over the finely sanded wood, Mike stepped through into a smaller room, where a wooden bed, complete with mattress and everything, resided. Glancing toward the other room, they had even crafted a bow.

"We could've live here you know," he spoke, looking at their work. For it was their work. Fritz had been helpful in bringing up tools, and small planks of wood. Walking out onto the balcony, Mike looked out on the forest.

'Paving paradise for parking lots is normal, you know.' Even Fritz seemed slightly sombre at that though. Signing, Mike knew it was true. Rising, he headed for the stairs.

"If we're lucky, we can convince our parents to let us spend nights here occasionally. We're going to need a new hobby too." Stepping onto them, Mike began his descent.

'It's worth a shot. We could sneak out too probably, not like they check on me.' As Fritz spoke, Mike glanced down, watching carefully where he put his feet. However, one of the boards was slightly lose, and as he put his weight on it it slid down slightly, knocking him off balance. Gripping with his arm and leg, Mike managed to put his legs on the same rung, gripping another rung with his hands.

"Whew, we're gonna need to place a railing or safety net for this. It's a little dangerous." Chuckling, Mike began to head down more carefully, taking care to make sure he had three limbs on the tree at all time. Pausing at the loose board, he pulled out a hammer, and once more knocked it back into place.

"That should do it," he spoke, putting some of his weight on it. Satisfied it was safe, he continued on his way down. Taking his hand off a higher rung to reach for a lower one, his eyes widened as the board became loose again, and completely slid away from the tree. Sliding backward, time slowed as he reached out for another piece of the ladder, watching it fall just out of reach. Looking up, he watched as the ground began to rapidly approach.

'MIKE!'