Louie Duck (
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starlightcafe2019-09-15 10:49 pm
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So much for my happy ending.
He'd thought coming here would help. Home sure wasn't doing him any favors, with most people trying to get him and Huey to make up. So he'd come to the Other Duckburg, but he'd been venting to Unca Scrooge and he'd revealed that he'd punched Huey first. He hadn't even known that Unca Scrooge didn't know that... And while he hadn't gone right to the other end of things and sided with Huey, Louie definitely felt like Unca Scrooge wasn't on his side anymore.
He'd excused himself, some excuse about getting some soda or something, he couldn't really remember, and he'd just... Left. He couldn't be with anyone else who didn't understand. It wasn't fair. Nobody ever understood - for a while, he thought... Well. Back home, things had been getting better, but now with the whole Huey blow-up...
He just felt so alone. And Louie was really sick of feeling alone. He wanted someone to be there for him, to hug him, to care and get it... But he could hardly even admit that to himself, much less anyone else. Instead, he'd been thinking about how he just wanted to be somewhere safe where no one who was mad at him - or at least, he thought was mad at him - would find him.
He was in the park when he noticed the large hole in a rock. Sure. It wasn't like anyone would see him in there, he figured, so he crawled in and curled up on himself. After a moment of silence passing, he took in a hitched breath, which lead to a sniffle, and the next thing he knew, he was breaking down, bawling into his arms folded over his knees.
He'd excused himself, some excuse about getting some soda or something, he couldn't really remember, and he'd just... Left. He couldn't be with anyone else who didn't understand. It wasn't fair. Nobody ever understood - for a while, he thought... Well. Back home, things had been getting better, but now with the whole Huey blow-up...
He just felt so alone. And Louie was really sick of feeling alone. He wanted someone to be there for him, to hug him, to care and get it... But he could hardly even admit that to himself, much less anyone else. Instead, he'd been thinking about how he just wanted to be somewhere safe where no one who was mad at him - or at least, he thought was mad at him - would find him.
He was in the park when he noticed the large hole in a rock. Sure. It wasn't like anyone would see him in there, he figured, so he crawled in and curled up on himself. After a moment of silence passing, he took in a hitched breath, which lead to a sniffle, and the next thing he knew, he was breaking down, bawling into his arms folded over his knees.
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With that decided, he was content to sit here with Mokey, though, "I heard that yawn." He chuckled a bit. "It's pretty late, eh. You should go to sleep."
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"I'm glad." She leaned her head against his once more.
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Worry's for another day.
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Then he'd heard it, not out there but within. Something like a melody. He'd been able to stay relaxed, to just listen... And then came the words. Louie sat up - fortunately, not all the way, because bunk beds meant he was used to having a "roof" over his bed. Was this...?
Now he was creeping - or trying to creep, quietly - through the Rock. He had to find Gobo, and fast. Part of him was terrified that he'd lose the song soon. That it would disappear as quickly as it had come.
"Gobo- Oh!" he saw his friend cuddled up against Mokey, noticed their contentedly sleepy smiles and their intertwined tails, and paused in surprise. "Uh, sorry. Am I interrupting?"
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"Nah, just enjoying the night. What's up?" His eyes searched his face with a bit of concern. "It's pretty late; couldn't sleep? Everything okay?"
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"Alright, let's hear it!"
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♪It’s me, here I am
And I’m hoping you can understand
That I don’t know exactly
Who I want to be
But you can figure it out with me
Sometimes, the nights are long
And it’s hard to know where I belong
There’s so much to see
It’s scary to be free
But you can figure it out with me
And I know I’ll find my way
I’m closer every day
To someone I can be
No, it’s not easy
But you can figure it out with me♫
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When, and only when, the last notes from them both had faded away down the tunnels, he hopped over to him and wrapped him up in a happy hug, laughing lightly, then came to stand beside him, keeping an arm draped over his shoulders.
"That's a wonderful song, Louie! See? I knew you'd find one in you."
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"Well, I'm glad one of us was so sure. Thanks, Gobo."
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Still brimming with pride, he looked up at Mokey with a smile. "Aw you shoulda heard him on the way down here, Mokey! We needed to light the tunnel and I knew there'd be some Ditzies about, and and with a bit of my guidance a'course, we had a little duet. I figured something like Muck and Goo would really wake them all up, and it worked!"
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"...Thanks, Gobo."
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Still, he smiled pleasantly at the whole thing.
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"I think that must make our friend Louie an honorary Fraggle, then. Wouldn't you say?" she asked with a smile.
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"I think that's an excellent idea! Louie?"
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"Why is she looking at me like that?"
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"I think you're about to find out," he said to Louie, and then to Mokey, "Red's not there, right?"
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Louie only had a moment to look concerned before Mokey ran up to him, her energy apparently renewed, and half-pushed, half-carried Louie over and into the Fraggle Pool.
"An Honorary Fraggle!" she giggled.
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"Gee, thanks. I feel so honored."
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