Date: October 2015
Almost three years after Story 7 Keeping the Secret
22 years old
Disclaimer: Trigger Warning! I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.
The sudden vibration on her hips startled Elizabeth; she relaxed, though, when she realized that it was only a text message. She lowered her gaze from the light blue sky and reached in her pocket for her phone; a smile crossed her face when she saw who it was. She quickly checked what he said as the music played loudly in her ears, and love for him filled her heart when she read the words "Happy Birthday baby".
She shifted her sitting position on the steps as she replied with a "Thank you honey".
A flash of black-and-white distracted her, and she jerked her head up to see a cat running across the yard. Elizabeth sat there and watched it jump onto the wooden fence where it balanced for a second before hopping to the other side, disappearing from sight.
Elizabeth had noticed that the cat didn't have a tail, but still she felt like she had to make sure so that she wasn't thinking about it all day.
Grabbing her phone, the girl got to her feet and walked down the steps, heading to the camper that was in her parents' yard. The moment she was inside, she was greeted by her kitten who came running from the back, rubbing herself against her owner's legs, and when Elizabeth paused her song, she was met with cute meows.
She giggled and bent over to pick her up, petting her and taking her to the couch.
"You have a twin out there," she said as she sat down; her cat lay on her chest and used her head to rub against Elizabeth's face. "Except that cat out there doesn't have a tail," she added after a moment.
As if in response, she let out a meow and pushed out her front paws which pressed against Elizabeth's leg. Laughing, she hugged the kitten and kissed her head.
"You're so cute, Misty," she murmured, letting go of her.
For a while, the owner and pet relaxed on the couch. Elizabeth was on her phone, trying to talk to her best friend, Roxanne, but her cat kept stretching on her and putting her head in the way as if trying to distract her. Elizabeth knew it must be some kind of game for her since she was purring loudly.
Then, out of nowhere, music started playing on the stereo that was hooked up to the camper, startling Elizabeth since it couldn't turn on by itself and the last time she checked, there weren't even any CDs in it. She was about to go see what was going on when Misty's head shot up, her purring stopping abruptly as she appeared frightened of something.
Elizabeth looked down at her, confused by her sudden fright; she opened her mouth to ask her what was wrong. But before she could, the cat jumped off her chest and forced her body to squeeze under the couch as if her life depended on it.
Elizabeth blinked, staring after her for a moment. Then she looked over the edge and glanced into the dark, small gap in between the couch and the floor. She was about to call her back when the whole camper shook as a pair of light green feet appeared in her vision.
At first the girl was too scared to move, but when she finally got enough nerve, she looked up. She found herself staring up at someone she thought she would never see in person.
He smirked down at her. "It's been awhile, Elizabeth," he said in that same voice that she's heard so many times on the show.
Elizabeth blinked, not sure what he meant.
As she tried to figure it out, her mind suddenly flashed with memories: Meeting the cartoons just before her thirteenth birthday; the three of them talking late at night; the good times, all the laughs and smiles.
Then she remembered the last time she saw them, how she desperately tried to forget about them after what they did, and she had successfully locked that time with them away in her brain. But now all those memories came rushing back as the cartoon known as Mr. Nosy stood here in front of her right now, glaring down at her.
Quickly she got to her feet and tried to make a run for the door. He grabbed her arm, though, and yanked her back to him, holding onto her. Dull pain went through her when he tightened his grip as if warning her not to move, reminding her that he was a lot stronger than she was and could hurt her if she did not listen to him, just like he threatened all those years ago.
Suddenly a smell, which she quickly identified because of her mom, hit her nose, and she felt disgusted. When did he start smoking?
A familiar voice broke into her thoughts, and horror ran through her; she slowly turned her head, knowing what she would see. The orange cartoon, her ex-boyfriend, was standing on the counter and staring at her.
"I never understood why you liked this band so much," he admitted over the loud music.
They put on Simple Plan to drown out any noise! she realized with alarm, trying to wriggle free from the cartoon holding her, but he only tightened his grip, and she groaned in pain.
She put her attention back on the small creature from another world as he began to speak again. "It's been an awfully long time, my sweet," he pointed out, a growl in his voice as he glared at her. "My associate couldn't help but notice that you didn't go with your family to Louisiana."
Have they been spying on me? Already knowing the answer to that, she decided not to question him. Instead she bravely said, "If you know that, then I'm sure you know things have changed since the last time you were here." But she regretted wording it that way when Mr. Nosy squeezed her as if warning her to watch her tongue.
A thoughtful look crossed Mr. Small's face as he nodded slowly. "Ah yes." A mocking tone entered his voice as he added, "Congratulations on that."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to give him a sharp retort, but before she could get a word out, Mr. Nosy pushed her to the floor. The girl landed on her stomach, and she was flipped over before she had time to recover. The light green Mr. Man sat on her lower half as he pinned her arms down, the sick odor of smoke surrounding her.
"What is on your shirt?" Before she could stop him, Mr. Nosy used his free hand to pull her shirt down so he could read it. "'Property of Mr. Perfect'."
The girl just barely caught a glimpse of Mr. Small hopping off the counter, leaning over her when he got to the floor. "Where did you get such a shirt?" he demanded, eyes blazing with hatred. Elizabeth was about to reply, but he went on almost immediately like he didn't even notice. "If anyone owns you, it's us."
He started to stroke her hair, and long forgotten memories flashed through her mind; she remembered how he had petted her head right before he forcefully took what didn't belong to him. Realizing this made her start fighting again, not wanting the same thing to happen for a second time. But Mr. Nosy tightened his grip on her, and he glared down at her.
"Don't move," he growled.
At first she was too afraid to say anything, but then an idea came to her. "You better let me go right now!" she demanded, swallowing her fear as she turned from one Mr. Man to the other and then back again. "My husband will be here any moment!"
"No, he won't." Mr. Small stared calmly at her. "He's at work. And even if you were able to call him," he added, leaning so close to the girl that their lips almost touched, "it'd take at least 20 minutes for him to get here. If he believed you. That'd be plenty of time for us to do what we want and return safely home."
They thought of everything! she realized, feeling disgusted that they planned out their plot to her husband's work schedule.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Small started talking again. "I honestly don't understand why you want to stay with him," he admitted in a voice that made it sound like he was actually confused. "You'd be better off with me." He ran his fingers through the girl's hair again, but this time she jerked her head away.
Elizabeth glared at him. "If I was with you this kind of thing would happen to me every single day!"
To her surprise Mr. Small shook his head. "Only when you're bad," he told her in a calm voice. "If you were with me, I'd treat you better than he does."
"Really?" she growled, wriggling her arms a little to act like she was trying to escape and when Mr. Nosy tightened his grip on her, it only showed the point she was trying to make. "Like the way you're treating me now?" She narrowed her eyes at the small man.
For a few moments, the orange cartoon only stared at her until at last he spoke again. "Like I said, we'll only do this when you've been bad." He bent over and their eyes met. "The first time you wouldn't give me what I wanted, and this time you betrayed me." He paused for a second, uncertainty entering his gaze, and then he added," It's just a shame that we have to do this on your birthday."
"You don't have to do anything!" she cried out, searching the deep depths of his eyes. "You're better than this, I know you are! I remember the person you used to be," she confessed, thinking back to the time before the first attack. "If you were still that person, maybe we could have had a real life together."
He straightened up and looked away from her for a moment before turning back to her. "It's too late for us," he murmured, and his eyes locked with his best friend's. Elizabeth felt like something passed between them, but she didn't comment on it. "We can't change the past," he said as he stared down at the girl.
"But you can make your future better!" she argued. "Learn from your mistakes. Take that knowledge and make a better life with it!"
Time seemed to slow down as she waited for Mr. Small to respond. At last he opened his mouth and asked, "If we changed, would you come with us?" He glanced around the camper. "We can take you out of this hell; you won't always be broke or have to sell your stuff to buy dinner for that night. We can have a life, Pineapple Princess. You can live with us and we can even have kids someday. You would be happier in our world."
The girl knew that if he had made that offer all those years ago, before he had hurt her and before she had met someone from her world, she would have agreed in a heartbeat. But now she knew her life was here with her husband, her parents and brothers, and her little kitten and Chihuahua.
"No, Mr. Small," she replied to him softly and turned her gaze away from him. "I can't be with you."
The small Mr. Man fell silent, which made Elizabeth look back at him to see him glaring down at her. "Fine then," he growled. "You've made your decision." When he gave a nod to Mr. Nosy, the light green guy smiled down at Elizabeth, but not a friendly one. It turned her blood to ice.
She stiffened as he started to touch her, and she tried to kick him off, but nothing she did seemed to faze him as he continued to grope her.
"Wow, your boobs have gotten bigger," he observed, roughly playing with them, and she had to swallow a yelp of pain. Soon he moved down her body, climbing off her as he began to mess with the zipper on her pants.
While his friend worked on removing her pants, Mr. Small pulled on her shirt. It slipped painfully over her head, and he threw it angrily aside like he was mad at it. Then he massaged her breasts through her bra, eyes sparkling as if he was thinking the same thing Mr. Nosy had said.
Normally Elizabeth loved the size of her chest, but right now she wished they never grew at all and that they were still flat.
But even when they were, they still played with them, she realized with an inwardly sigh.
All of the sudden the human was aware of herself lying there on the floor, half naked in only her bra and underwear, while the two cartoons stood over her, smirks on their faces. She tried scooting away from them, but Mr. Nosy grabbed hold of her hand and yanked her back to where she was.
Mr. Small looked up at his friend. "It's your turn now," he announced as he gestured to the girl. "You had to wait a long time for this thanks to her, so please, don't be kind." When he finished talking, he gave a wicked smile.
Is he upset that I don't want to be with him? Elizabeth wondered, heart racing with fear.
"Oh, I won't be." As he spoke, Mr. Nosy reached down to remove his pants and then his boxers.
She gasped in surprise when she saw his member. It was obvious that it wasn't fully erect, but still it looked huge. The Mr. Man started toward her, and before she could back away from him, he grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. The organ went into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and instantly she started choking.
As he pushed it in and out of her mouth, her body went into a spasm like she was going to throw up, but nothing came out. She could feel the water building up in her eyes and the next time she blinked, tears started rolling down her face. The cartoons didn't seem to notice or care though as they continued to hurt her just like they did many years before.
"Stop!"
The new voice seemed to surround them in every direction, but Elizabeth didn't have time to wonder what was happening as relief washed over her when the light green Mr. Man pulled his hard member out of her mouth. Almost immediately she flipped over, coughing and trying desperately to get air back into her lungs.
For several heartbeats, she completely lost track of the two cartoons who were just forcing themselves on her, but then she saw them staring at something in the back of the camper.
Shakily, she sat up and followed their gaze. She widened her eyes in surprise when she saw the round, light blue Mr. Man standing where the four bunks were. He walked down the steps and didn't stop until he was standing in front of the other cartoons.
It can't be, Elizabeth thought; her mind flashed to the other show of the Mr. Men and Little Misses, and how there were more characters than the newer show. She's never seen any other cartoons besides the best friends so she was surprised to find herself looking at Mr. Perfect.
"If I were you, I'd leave right now." He looked so calm and he spoke softly.
Mr. Nosy got to his feet and towered over the shorter Mr. Man, glaring down at him. "And what will you do if we don't?" he challenged. "You really think you can stop us? Look at you, what can you do?" As he made fun of him, laughter entered his voice.
The light blue man stared up at Mr. Nosy, not even seeming to notice that he was half naked. "Don't judge people by their looks," he told him with confidence in his voice as he faced him.
Elizabeth suddenly felt safer with how calm the blue Mr. Man was acting.
"Don't pay any mind to him." Mr. Small spoke from where he stood next to the girl, talking to his best friend.. "Just carry on; he'll go away."
At first Mr. Nosy didn't move, but finally he turned his back on Mr. Perfect and walked over to Elizabeth, smirking down at her. When she tried to scoot away from him, the light green Mr. Man took hold of her arm and pulled her to him, trying to force his member into her mouth again.
"Let go of her!" Suddenly the tightness on her arm vanished, and Elizabeth looked up just in time to see Mr. Nosy being thrown onto the couch where he sat in a daze. Shocked, Elizabeth turned her gaze to Mr. Perfect, who stood there in the center of the camper with a calm expression on his face as he stared at the light green Mr. Man.
Suddenly a feeling overcame her, and she realized that now was the time to get away from the cartoons so she backed away until she hit the bed. The girl watched as Mr. Small ran to his best friend as if to check to make sure he was okay. When Mr. Nosy murmured that he was fine, the small Mr. Man looked at Mr. Perfect.
"How did you do that?" he demanded, but it was clear that he was scared of him and didn't want to get too close to him.
Mr. Perfect shrugged. "I did nothing," he insisted, and then he locked eyes with the orange man. "Now are you going to leave and never return?"
Mr. Nosy stumbled to his feet. "We will leave when we are finished," he retorted, and he began to walk toward Elizabeth. The girl quickly climbed onto the bed and scooted to the wall, gasping in surprise when she fell in the dip that was at the head of the bed.
All she could do was watch in horror when she found herself trapped. But suddenly the doors to the bedroom closed right in Mr. Nosy's face. Elizabeth could hear him trying to open them, and she expected him to just slide the doors to one side; however, it seemed like they were stuck and wouldn't budge.
A second later, it sounded like all the other doors in the camper were opening and slamming shut, and Elizabeth just sat on the bed, confused.
Then she heard Mr. Small scream, "Let's get out of here!"
The camper shook, and then stillness. But the girl stayed where she was. She was too shocked to move, even when the loud music that was on to drown out any noise shut off.
The doors to the bedroom suddenly opened and there stood Mr. Perfect with a smile on his face and hands behind his back. "You're safe now, miss," he assured her.
For a few moments, Elizabeth only stared at him until finally she started inching her way to him but making sure she kept an eye on him, not fully trusting him yet after what the other cartoons did to her. It was then that she realized that she was still half naked, and she stopped moving to cover herself up with the blanket on the bed.
Understanding shone in his black eyes, and he went to go pick up her clothes, handing them to the girl without even looking at her and as she got dressed, he turned his back to her as if in respect.
"Okay, you can look now," she told him once she had her pants and shirt back on, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed.
He studied the girl, his eyes scanning over the shirt that called her his property, but to her relief, he didn't say anything about it, only lifted his eyes to look her in the face. "Did they hurt you?" he checked.
"Just my pride," she replied, glancing away from him when she felt her throat throbbing painfully from him shoving his huge member in her mouth.
A frown formed on Mr. Perfect's face as he sat down beside her. "I'm sorry," he murmured, avoiding looking at her as well. "That's something nobody should ever experience. I wish we could have gotten here sooner…"
At first all she did was shrugged absently, and then suddenly something dawned on her. "We?" she questioned, turning back to him, but when she replayed what just happened in her head, she added, "How did you do all that?"
"Oh yeah!" Mr. Perfect jumped off the bed and called to the back of the camper. "You can show yourself now!"
Elizabeth watched in amazement as the purple Mr. Man appeared in the back with the bunks. "Mr. Impossible!" she gasped, recognizing him instantly, and she climbed off the bed to stand beside Mr. Perfect.
Mr. Impossible walked over to them, a smile on his face as he closed the doors to the counters when he passed them without actually touching them, only having to wave his hand. "So that worked!" he announced, stopping in front of the others.
Mr. Perfect nodded. "Great job, Mr. Impossible. I'm glad that we were able to scare them off."
The girl looked at the two, confused when she suddenly thought of something. "How did you know I was in trouble?" she asked, quickly adding, "I mean, I'm very thankful for your help, of course. I'm just a little confused."
They turned to her and it was Mr. Perfect who answered. "Mr. Impossible told me that he had a dream of them hurting you," he explained with a glance at his friend before looking back at the girl with sadness in his eyes. "At first I didn't believe him," he went on, frowning. "I told him that you were safe here with your… better half." Suddenly he stopped talking and lowered his gaze.
Mr. Impossible put his hand on the light blue Mr. Man's shoulder, looking straight at the girl. "I finally convinced him that we needed to come here today." He frowned as well as he added, "I'm sorry that they tried to do that to you."
But Elizabeth hardly heard him. She was staring at Mr. Perfect, noticing how upset he seemed, and it confused her. What could be bothering him? It was then that a memory popped in her head and she couldn't believe that she forgot about that. "How's our son?" she asked him in a gentle tone.
Mr. Perfect looked up in surprise. "Y-You remember him?" he stammered, sounding like he had his doubts, but when she nodded, a huge smile crossed his face. "Oh, he's wonderful!" he cheered. "He just started school and he's already talking about how much he loves it."
The human only smiled, trying to figure out how to tell him that she did forget about the short time they spent together.
There's no need to mention that, a voice spoke in her head, and she met Mr. Impossible's eyes, realizing that he's right. Instead she turned back to Mr. Perfect. "He's what? Almost five now?"
"Yup," he replied, clearly excited. "He'll be five in November."
"That's great." She forced a smile, suddenly feeling guilty for not being a better mother, but she tried not to focus on that as she took a step toward the father of her son. "Thank you for saving me."
He reached his arms out and grabbed hold of her hands, looking her deep in the eyes. "Anything for you," he murmured.
For a few seconds that felt like a wonderful lifetime, she found herself getting lost in his gaze as everything seemed to suddenly get heated between them. She even felt herself start to lean in, noticing that he was doing the same.
Something rubbing against her legs surprised her, causing her to pull away from him and look down to see Misty gazing up at her with her round eyes.
"Oh hey, it's your cat." Mr. Impossible pushed between them and picked Misty up, petting her before handing her to the human.
"Thanks," she muttered, feeling annoyed at him for interrupting their moment, but as she looked down at Misty, she saw her wedding ring and instantly remembered her husband. She realized how much she would have regretted it if she had done anything with Mr. Perfect. Glancing back up at Mr. Impossible, she repeated, "Thanks." This time she actually meant it.
He nodded as if he understood. Then he turned to Mr. Perfect. "We should head back home," he said, and before his light blue friend could object, he took hold of his arm and they disappeared right in front of Elizabeth.
She waved her hand where they had been to make sure they were really gone. A moment later, she headed to the couch with Misty still in her hands. As she sat down, petting her cat, she began to try to figure out everything that just happened.
If Mr. Impossible didn't have that dream, the same thing that happened years ago would have been repeated. And I got to see Mr. Perfect again, she thought with happiness, replaying the moment where they almost kissed, but she was glad that they didn't.
It would have been a huge mistake if it went too far, she told herself as she looked down at her wedding ring. For a second she thought about telling her husband about all this; she quickly decided against it, though.
"Even if he did believe me, there's no need to make him worry," she said out loud, watching as Misty jumped off her lap. "I'm fine and that's all that matters."
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