Date: Summer of 2009
Two and a half years into their relationship
15 years old

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 door to the observatory flung open, and Mr. Small stormed inside, anger boiling in him as he kept playing what just happened in his head. He stopped when he got to the middle of the living room and spun around to see his best friend hesitantly following him. The light green Mr. Man lingered in the doorway, his gaze fixed on his feet like he was avoiding eye contact.

"Do you want to tell me what the hell that was?" Mr. Small demanded, keeping his voice steady even though he really wanted to yell.

Mr. Nosy still didn't look up. "I-I don't think we should mess with our friends like that," he stammered.

"I didn't ask you what you thought!" This time the small Mr. Man shouted. He took in a deep breath and let it out to calm himself. Then he continued," Mr. Grumpy was about to snap. Just a little bit longer and he would have gone off on Mr. Scatterbrain!"

They had been bored so Mr. Small had come up with something for them to do. It didn't take much for them to convince Mr. Scatterbrain to go visit Mr. Grumpy; the small Mr. Man knew he would bug him by just being himself, and, sure enough, the grumpy Mr. Man was getting annoyed. At first Mr. Nosy had gone along with his friend's plan, staying next to Mr. Small as they pretended to be innocent bystanders watching the scene unfold in front of them.

But right when it seemed like Mr. Grumpy was about to lose his temper with the magenta Mr. Man, Mr. Nosy had got in the way, telling Mr. Scatterbrain that it was time to go.

Not seeming to understand the situation, Mr. Scatterbrain just shrugged and followed his light green friend away from Mr. Grumpy's house. Mr. Small had reluctantly gone with them, furious with his best friend for ruining the only fun he could find in this town anymore. At the time he had been unable to yell at him because someone might see them not behaving like themselves. But now that they were inside, away from the watchful eyes of their friends, he can drop the nice act.

Mr. Nosy finally looked up at him. "I don't like playing our friends like that," he admitted with a frown.

"I don't care what you like," Mr. Small snapped as he glared at him. "Your job is to stand there and do as I say. Do you understand me? I'm the brains—" He pointed at himself—" and you're supposed to mindlessly follow me."

Mr. Nosy's eyes went huge, then he glanced away from Mr. Small. "I-I remember a time when you actually cared about me and my feelings, and when you wanted to hear my opinions and thoughts."

Frustration pulsed through Mr. Small. This again? He wished his friend would stop bringing up the past. "When will you realize that we're not who we once were?"

Briefly his mind flashed to the other world where he was dating a human girl, the same world he discovered things Dillydale didn't have. Over the last year, he has come to like those things, became dependent on them, and because of that, he wasn't the same person he was when they first found the portal in their closet.

But everyone else in Dillydale believed they were still their kind, innocent Mr. Men selves who were their friends. Even Elizabeth, Mr. Small's girlfriend, thought of them that way. They had to hide who they had become from their friends because if they found out how much the other world has changed them, they might cut them off from it, and that was something Mr. Small never wanted to happen.

"I'm not who I used to be," the small man went on to the light green Mr. Man. "And neither are you; don't even try to deny it," he quickly added when Mr. Nosy opened his mouth to argue. "The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can move on with our new lives." As he finished talking, he folded his arms over his chest, daring his friend to say something— anything— that would go against what he just said.

For a long moment they were silent. Then Mr. Nosy heaved a sigh, still lingering in the doorway. "I don't think I can live this life," he suddenly said.

Mr. Small stared at him in shock. What did he mean by that? He waited for Mr. Nosy to explain, but instead of doing that, the light green Mr. Man turned away from his small friend and started walking to their bedroom, leaving Mr. Small to stare after him. He tried to ignore the guilt eating at him. I only spoke the truth, he thought.

No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that Mr. Nosy needed to hear all that, there was still something inside him that was nagging him to follow him so he did.

He came to an abrupt halt when he saw his friend standing in front of their closet, stretching his hand out. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded as he walked over to him.

The nosy Mr. Man stopped and drew his hand away from the doorknob. "I'm leaving," he unexpectedly announced.

A cold chill went down Mr. Small's spine, but he tried to hide that his words unsettled him as he questioned in the calmest voice he could manage," Where do you expect to go?"

Mr. Nosy didn't reply right away, and he still had his back to him. Finally he turned around to look down at his small friend. His expression was of someone who was sick of it all. "Anywhere would be better than here," he replied. Then he reached for the doorknob again, this time gripping it and closing his eyes. Almost at once a blinding light started shining through the cracks of the door. It was so bright that Mr. Small had to look away.

When the light faded out, he noticed that Mr. Nosy now had the door open and he was staring down at him. "Good luck with whatever you hope to achieve by tormenting our friends." With that said, he walked through the portal, leaving their world behind.

At first, all Mr. Small could do was stare into the closet, willing the light green Mr. Man to change his mind and come back. But soon he disappeared from sight, and Mr. Small realized that he was serious. Without thinking, he ran into the closet before the portal could close and separate the best friends forever.

He stumbled out of the closet, landing on his hands and knees. Groaning, he rubbed his pounding head. He's never passed through worlds that fast before and he'll never do it again.

Still on the floor, he gazed around to see where he was. His eyes widened. He was in a room he recognized immediately, yet it looked completely different. There wasn't any furniture, and the walls were chipped and rusted in many places, while some of the roof had caved in. Vines and other plants grew up from the floor.

This place was obviously abandoned. But why?

Where were the versions of the friends that were from this Dillydale?

He got to his feet and went to search for Mr. Nosy. He found him near the telescope, and as he got closer he realized that the large object sticking out of the roof had rust all over it. The light green Mr. Man was rubbing his hand on the eyepiece, but he looked down when Mr. Small came to a halt beside him, his eyes sparkling with confusion.

"What happened here?" he questioned, no longer seeming upset to Mr. Small's relief. It was like coming across this strange world made him forget all about the fight they just had.

The small Mr. Man glanced around the living room, noticing that it was the same situation here as it was in the bedroom, no furniture and pieces of the house littered all around them as plants threatened to take over what was left of the observatory.

"I have no idea," he murmured, suddenly getting a bad feeling. "Let's go before someone sees us."

But Mr. Nosy wasn't listening to him. He was looking through the telescope, having difficulties moving it at first since it obviously hasn't been used in such a long time. Eventually he got it to work, but when it went up or down or sideways, it made a squeaking sound that pierced Mr. Small's ears, and he covered them each time his friend moved the telescope.

"What are you searching for?" the small man demanded, unable to take it anymore.

Mr. Nosy didn't say anything right away. Then he exclaimed," There!"

Confused, Mr. Small climbed on the telescope and peeked through the eyepiece. He was surprised to see his best friend's counterpart from this world.

So that's what he was looking for, he thought as he pulled away. He couldn't help but wonder where the other version of himself was. The Mr. Nosy from this Dillydale was walking alone. Usually the friends were inseparable.

Mr. Small realized that his Mr. Nosy had been looking through the telescope again, and, as if he could read his mind, he found the other Mr. Small, who was sitting by himself in the park.

"Why aren't they together?" Mr. Nosy questioned, staring up at Mr. Small with worried eyes.

The small Mr. Man shrugged casually. Then he jumped off the telescope and started heading back to the bedroom, ignoring the curiosity that rose in him. "It's not our problem," he pointed out. "Let's go home."

"You can go if you want."

Mr. Small came to a halt and turned to his friend as the light green Mr. Man added," I'm going to stay here and try to find out what happened." He gestured around at the abandoned house they were in.

Mr. Small held his friend's gaze for a moment longer. Then he sighed. "You won't be able to do anything without me," he told him while truthfully he didn't want to return to their world alone. But he would never admit this to Mr. Nosy.

Even though the light green Mr. Man didn't look at all happy about Mr. Small staying, he didn't try to argue with him. He just gave a curt nod and walked over to the rusted door. He pulled on it hard until it finally flung open. One of the latches that was keeping it up snapped off so now it hung limply to one side. Not seeming to care that he broke the door, Mr. Nosy stepped outside without another look toward the small Mr. Man.

Mr. Small remained where he was for a few moments before running to catch up to his friend.


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