The Funhouse (ON HOLD)

Part 6: Research

      He was running short on resources. The clown's family won't even spill the beans. Heck, every time he asked, they'd either tremble or distract themselves with colourful balls. "Are you idiots serious?" Gabzy wanted to yell at them, but he figured that'd just make things worse. It was bad enough as it is.

      He thought he could get information from the clown's two children, who he learned had the names Julie and Jaime, because they always followed Gabzy around everywhere he went in the carnival. They were the ones that were in charge with the giant Whack-A-Mole game back when he was in the 'safe' part of the Funhouse. But whenever Gabzy tried to ask them, they'd shake their heads and say, "It's complicated."

        The next morning he woke up, he told the clown's family he'd go out for a bit, saying he'd pay his parents a short visit. "It's been two weeks, after all." He said to them with a smile. He waved goodbye, and left. 

        What he said was true. Kinda. He left out the fact that he was going to dig up information, one way or another. He went to the only place where he could get a real lead. The place he loved, and despised the very most. He continued to walk quietly as he thought about it. Gabzy hadn't realized his eyes narrowed as he walked step after step. His current school, SSA academy, was quite nice, unlike his previous one. Gabzy's mind was clouded with memories. After he visited his parents, he was informed that they were given an early summer this year. Gabzy asked why, and his mother answered, "Too many children are disappearing, Gabzy."

        "...Is that so?"

His mother gave him a quick hug. "I'm so glad you're all right!" Gabzy hugged back. Without meaning to, he paid close attention to his mother's features. They had the same red hair and green orbs, and she looked younger than her real age. Gabzy could pass for his mother's gender-bent version, if only he was more paler than she was.  

"I've missed you too, mom.." He told his mother he'd stay home the day after tomorrow, since the little 'field trip' was over, but he had left a few things back at 'camp', so he had to go back there.

His mother frowned. "All right, take care now." Gabzy waved goodbye, and he walked away— towards the path of his old school.

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        He pulled the trigger by accident, missing the target by a mile. "Jeez, Gabzy! Can't you do anything right?!" His partner would complain. It always happened. And each time it did, Gabzy would mumble words of apology, like a prisoner begging for mercy when he's about to be killed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.." His partner was such a perfectionist, and before Gabzy really idolized him, since he topped the charts most of the time.  But that was before he knew about his nasty attitude.

         Gabzy's grades weren't bad, they were perfect. Target practice was also great. The only thing that was pulling him down was.. "Friends.." He muttered angrily. It wasn't because he was such an anti-social bastard, it was just that someone had spread bad rumors about him. And that someone, not-so-surprisingly, was his ignorant partner and room mate, who also happened to be the founder of the school's great-great-great-great-great-grandson. His name was Volodya; Volodya Rasputin. His first name 'Rasputin' means badly behaved child in Russian. Gabzy had no idea why he was given that name, but he guessed his mother probably predicted how much of a brat her kid will be.

Gabzy snickered at the thought. "I feel sorry for his mother.." 

       He felt a pang of guilt when he remembered the condition Rasp's mother was in. For some reason, she became bedridden. Rasp claimed it was because of an allergic reaction or something when she did research. She was a scientist, after all. Gabzy never met her, but she must be a pretty good person, since his teachers praised her a lot. He wasn't sure what she thought about her son though— does she hate him? Love him? He'll never know.