:3 That's all I need to say. I love your speculations it encourages me to write more. I couldn't do this without youuuuu all...and here's the latest entry so you won't implode.Gothie led us to his house, and it seemed pretty empty. "My parents are out. Jack's gone," Gothie explained.
"Who's Jack?" said Beauty, cocking her head.
"Gothie's older bro. He's pretty cool," I responded.
There was a big tank on the edge of the living room where there was a school of piranha swimming around. Gothie deposited Karl into the tank and instantly was lost in the crowd. Naming a piranha. It doesn't really have a point. I mean...they all look pretty much the same, you know?
"A couple of my other friends are coming over," Gothie told us as we poked at things in the fridge to see if they were alive. I swear. Some of that cheese seemed almost mobile. Disgusting. Where do his parents go?
"Oh, okay. Do we know them?" Beauty asked as she finally settled to making herself a sandwich.
Gothie thought, a smirk twitching the corner of his mouth, but this soon disappeared. "You know Heidi," he said.
Beauty blinked, and nodded. "Yeah."
Gothie sat on the couch. The doorbell rang. Heidi stepped in without waiting. She ran over to Gothie, hugged him and pecked him on the cheek, and then looked over at us. "Hi!"
Gothie's lip twitched again, almost a smile but not quite. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go wait for the other friends that are coming. They're pretty shy."
In the distance I thought I could hear heavy uneven footfalls. But I dismissed this as Gothie walked out of the door.
We sat in silence for a bit, and Heidi started playing with her cell phone. Then I heard a faint cry.
"Help me! While he's gone!"I tensed, perking my ears as Beauty did the same. Heidi was not listening obviously, as her phone was one of those ones that played music, and she had the earbuds in her ears.
I stood up, still listening. Then I heard it again.
"Please! Help!""What? Does Gothie have a younger brother?" I said, confused. "Maybe he got locked in his room?"
Beauty shrugged, and we trotted forward in the house to investigate the noise. There was a locked door to the side of the hallway connected to the living room. The quiet cries were coming from in there.
I picked the lock, feeling immensely guilty I was doing this in Gothie's house. Beauty and I gasped as one as we saw what was inside.
A tiny
pup wolf was inside, gagged, and tied from head to foot. This made me sick, and uneasy. What was he doing in Gothie's house? Beauty's eyes went huge. "That's Emrr's little brother, Veea!"
We both rushed forward and untied the kid. It looked like he had been yelling through his gag, which is why it had been so quiet.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
Veea's lip trembled. He looked ready to cry. "I was out with my brother and we were all playin' and stuffs, when a big big statue from the mall came and it beat my brother up! He's all scary! Then she said she couldn't hurt me so she tied me up and brought me here!"
Beauty stared at me. "Emrr was...he's telling the truth...but he's gone nuts so no one believes me!"
I stared right back. "Beauty...it talked. It's a she. It's...alive..."
That's when the heavy footfalls from earlier got louder as I heard the door open.
I'll write more later.
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