Post by ZootyCutie on Dec 21, 2008 15:24:56 GMT -5
A while after dinner, Kit tried to keep her "guests" entertained. It seemed to be working good, except for Smarty, who just looked at her displeasedly. Kit took notice of this, and stopped for a while.
"Smarty, would you please come with me for a moment?" Kit asked, starting to walk around the corner.
"Eh, you've already done enough damage." Smarty said. "Why not?"
He then followed Kit, only to be shoved into the broom closet, and into a chair. As soon as she did this, Kit locked the door, and turned on the overhead light, making it look like an interrogation scene.
"Ya better talk ta me." Kit said, tapping a plastic whiffle ball bat in her hands. "I've got ways of making you talk."
"This is ridiculous." Smarty said. "I'm getting out of here."
"No!" Kit said, pushing him back down. "Why did ya do it?"
"Do what?" Smarty asked.
"Risk the entire population of ToonTown!" Kit said, starting to lose her patience.
"How did ya even know it was us?" Smarty said, trying to make her forget about it, thinking of her as stupid.
"Do ya know any other weasels around here?" Kit said, poking Smarty's stomach with the baseball bat.
"Er...uh...we're...uh...ferrets...?" Smarty said, making a lame excuse.
"Sure, and I'm a frilled lizard." Kit said, obviously knowing he was faking.
"Fine." Smarty said, finally confessing. "We were desperate."
"Why?" Kit said, leaning into Smarty's face as much as she could.
"...Our creator never really cared for us..." Smarty said, trying to hide his sadness.
"What?" Kit said, not believing it. "When I was created, he said you were his favorites!"
"He told everyone that." Smarty said. "We were mistakes."
"What do you mean?" Kit asked, not understanding. She had ditched the bat by now.
"He was goofing off when he drew us." Smarty said. "We were never meant to be made."
"B-but how were you even made?" Kit asked, now utterly terrified.
"R.K. Maroon found the goof off sketches, and made them without the creator even knowing." Smarty said. "When he found out, he treated us in a way to show how much he didn't want us."
"Is that what made you go bad?" Kit asked, as Smarty nodded, turning away from her. He then felt two arms around his waist. It was Kit, hugging him, and sobbing into his suit, leaving a few tear stains on it, but he didn't mind. He just let Kit keep hugging onto her, and he thought to himself.
"Things just have to get better..." Smarty said to himself. "They just have to..."
"I'll help you." Kit said, hearing what he had said. "No matter what, I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel needed in the world."
"Smarty, would you please come with me for a moment?" Kit asked, starting to walk around the corner.
"Eh, you've already done enough damage." Smarty said. "Why not?"
He then followed Kit, only to be shoved into the broom closet, and into a chair. As soon as she did this, Kit locked the door, and turned on the overhead light, making it look like an interrogation scene.
"Ya better talk ta me." Kit said, tapping a plastic whiffle ball bat in her hands. "I've got ways of making you talk."
"This is ridiculous." Smarty said. "I'm getting out of here."
"No!" Kit said, pushing him back down. "Why did ya do it?"
"Do what?" Smarty asked.
"Risk the entire population of ToonTown!" Kit said, starting to lose her patience.
"How did ya even know it was us?" Smarty said, trying to make her forget about it, thinking of her as stupid.
"Do ya know any other weasels around here?" Kit said, poking Smarty's stomach with the baseball bat.
"Er...uh...we're...uh...ferrets...?" Smarty said, making a lame excuse.
"Sure, and I'm a frilled lizard." Kit said, obviously knowing he was faking.
"Fine." Smarty said, finally confessing. "We were desperate."
"Why?" Kit said, leaning into Smarty's face as much as she could.
"...Our creator never really cared for us..." Smarty said, trying to hide his sadness.
"What?" Kit said, not believing it. "When I was created, he said you were his favorites!"
"He told everyone that." Smarty said. "We were mistakes."
"What do you mean?" Kit asked, not understanding. She had ditched the bat by now.
"He was goofing off when he drew us." Smarty said. "We were never meant to be made."
"B-but how were you even made?" Kit asked, now utterly terrified.
"R.K. Maroon found the goof off sketches, and made them without the creator even knowing." Smarty said. "When he found out, he treated us in a way to show how much he didn't want us."
"Is that what made you go bad?" Kit asked, as Smarty nodded, turning away from her. He then felt two arms around his waist. It was Kit, hugging him, and sobbing into his suit, leaving a few tear stains on it, but he didn't mind. He just let Kit keep hugging onto her, and he thought to himself.
"Things just have to get better..." Smarty said to himself. "They just have to..."
"I'll help you." Kit said, hearing what he had said. "No matter what, I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel needed in the world."