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The Resolutions of 132/27 - Pendulum (Part One)

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I couldn't come up with a theme for this one. I might add one later.


Chapter Twenty-Seven


Let's Turn Back The Pendulum (Part One)














Scarecrow’s Point of View.

I waited outside of Fantendo’s High School. I had just turned fifteen, and my best friend had to stay after school for detention.

It was a sunny day, with only a few clouds in the sky.

My back was to the school and I sat on the sidewalk in a casual T shirt and jeans. I was bored out of my mind, and it felt like my friend had been in there for hours. Just as I became impatient, I heard footsteps from behind me, and looked around.

Willy on Wheels was wearing a white jacket despite the weather, as well as long blue jeans and a red T shirt. He held out his hand and I grabbed it, pulling myself up.

“You’re an asshole for making me wait like that.” I muttered.

“I know.”

Me and Willy began walking down the sidewalk. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, removing one of them and snapping his finger, causing a spark and lighting the cigarette. He returned the pack to his pocket, and put it to his lips, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

“You should really quit those.”

“I know.” he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and, with visible reluctance, threw the cigarette into the street.

“Give me the pack.”

He rolled his eyes and reached in his pocket, handing it to me.

“The other one, too.”

He chuckled. “You don’t miss a detail, do you?”

He handed me the other one as well, and I shoved them both into my pocket.

“I can’t protect you if you’re going to end up killing yourself from lung cancer, Willy.”

“Maybe so,” he said, “but how do you plan on protecting me?”

“I’m going to join the military.”

“...what?”

He stopped walking, and I stopped as well.

“Yeah.” I looked back at him, and he had simply frozen in disbelief.

“You alright?” I asked.

He snapped out of it.

“Y-yeah. Let’s go.”

With that, we continued walking, and our lives went on as normal.


“I never wanted for you to end up in here.”

“I know.”

Willy had been let into Minimum Security in the Spam Vault, and was allowed outside visitation hours. It was my first visitation with him, but I had been writing to my old friend, telling him of my accomplishments and life. I sat with him at a table around the back of the Vault. The outer visitation area was guarded by a tall fence with barbed wire, and spanned about a fourth of the Vault’s perimeter altogether.

“Congratulations on the promotion.” Willy said, setting his arms on the table.

“Thanks. How’re things here?”

Willy glanced around. “The Vault isn’t so bad. They put this chip on you that stops you from channeling your powers or summoning your weapons, though. It’s a little annoying.”

“I hope that didn’t turn out badly for you.”

“Actually, no. The other guys here in the Vault- they’re scared of me.”

“Don’t tell me you got into a fight?”

“I got into one. It’s tradition among the older trolls here to jump on a newbie when they arrive. Since we don’t have access to our powers and the older ones here are usually very buffed up, they were pretty overconfident. The first one that tried to attack me?” Willy smirked. “I nearly twisted his arm out of it’s socket. The second one got a broken nose and I’m sure I fractured his skull. The third one...well, he’s not going to have kids anytime soon.”

“You didn’t.”

“I don’t fight like that. That last one was a joke. But after I got into some fights, they stopped fucking with me. I’m more or less the leader of things here now.”

“I would be impressed if not for the fact that you’re here with a bunch of trolls.”

“Hey. We’re people too.”

“...yeah, you’re right.”

There was a call from a long distance away. “Visitation’s up, Willy!”

“That’s my cue.” Willy stood, and he was about to step away from the table.

“Wait.” I reached into my pocket, and handed him a pack of cigarettes.

“I thought these were unhealthy for me?”

“I know you never quit them.”

He smiled.

“Thanks, Scarecrow. Seeya later, alright?”

“Yeah.”

I watched my friend’s back as he walked away, and for a moment, I wanted to call out to him. But by the time that I was about to do it, he was already out of sight.

Looking back, I wish I did.