Didn't Know: A SockSMP AU

Chapter 12: Nadwe

Nadwe was worn out. He'd been through a lot in the past few hours. He hadn't thought that Laff hated him that much, but it was what it was. Nothing Nadwe could do about it.

Laff kinda scared him though, and it sucked that Nadwe was now on his bad side. Even worse that Meme had agreed to 'cleanse' Nadwe of being a vampire. It had taken a while, but now Nadwe was used to it! He never would've hurt anybody anyway.

Then he'd collapsed from lack of that blood that he needed to survive, which was REALLY unexpected seeing as Nadwe had just drank some earlier that day.

Now the over protective side of Meme was coming out, and Nadwe was on a strict schedule for the whole drinking blood thing. Nadwe guessed it was for the best. He was too tired to care that much anyway.

All of this just made him reflect on everything. How was this fair to any of them? The voice person had to be a sadistic weirdo, which was odd, because it had sounded like the voice knew them, which was strange. All in all, not fun to be dealing with.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Meme asked, opening the door and handing Nadwe a cup. Nadwe cringed, already knowing what was inside it, but drank anyway, looking away as he did so.

"I dunno. It was okay, I guess. Still tired though." Nadwe admitted.

"That sucks...sorry to hear it, man." Meme responded sympathetically.

"Not like you can do anything about it." Nadwe muttered.

"Well then...we gotta meet Laff later today. It's court day" Meme changed the subject.

"What's the plan with that?" Nadwe asked, suddenly more interested in the conversation. Meme thought for a moment.

"Well, I'm hoping to actually get a guilty verdict. If we do, then I have a trained dragon that I plan to set loose. Hopefully in the chaos, Socks will run off, and he'll be safe from whoever murdered Wiktoria." Meme explained.

"Why are you so convinced that Socks is in danger?" Nadwe queried.

"Nad, he's already got a mark on his neck. There's no doubt in my mind that the murderer did that as a warning of sorts. I just can't let something happen to Socks, Nadwe." Meme sighed, slouching down onto the bed.

"If that's the case, then I'll do whatever I can to help with this plan." Nadwe promised. Meme looked at him with a small smile.

"Thanks. You really worried me back there, Nadwe. The appointment for the 'cleanse' is tomorrow. I have a plan, so don't worry. It'll turn out alright." Meme promised.

"I hope so, and sorry about worrying you." Nadwe replied. Meme laughed.

"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Now come on and get dressed. Teenagers, even vampires, sleep in so long! It's noon already." Meme joked. Nadwes eyes widened.

"Crap! Okay, I'll get ready." Nadwe told him. Meme nodded, and closed the door as he walked out. Nadwe changed out of his pajamas and into his trademark suit and tie with his two top hats.

"AYO, FOURTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD! HURRY UP OR WE'LL BE LATE!" TBH's voice sounded from downstairs. Nadwe hurried, and rushed down the stairs.

"Sorry!" He apologized.

"It's okay, but let's go." TBH urged. Meme led the way as they walked out of the house and to the courthouse.

When they arrived, Nadwe was surprised to see that Woolf was already there.

"How did you even know about this?" Meme asked, confused. Woolf chuckled.

"Laff told everyone else." Woolf explained. TBH let out a oh of surprise, and Nadwe smirked.

"So...our chances are better, right?" Nadwe asked Meme.

"Yep." Meme confirmed briskly. The nerves had to be getting to him, because he seemed anxious. Nadwe put a hand on his shoulder.

"He'll be fine." Nadwe reassured him quietly.

Before Meme could reply, Laff arrived. Nadwe let out a small yelp of sudden fear, and tried to make himself small, but he could feel Laffs gaze baring down on him. It was the weirdest moment of his life until Laff passed by on the way to the judges seat.

Nadwe took a seat, and fiddled with his tie as he waited for the rest to come. The waiting was horrible, and he wasn't even the one on trial! Guiltily, Nadwe wondered how Socks must be feeling.

It hammered it in that Laffs guilty penalty was very strict based on the crime. If their plan didn't work, Socks would probably be dead anyway, because Laff would most likely go for the death penalty.

Come to think of it...Laff had only been friends with the group for a year or so, but he'd managed to become a big part of their group. His presence was a big part of their fun dynamic. Laff had a big personality. That's why he was a judge, priest, therapist, farmer, creator of Laff Loaves, and a scientist. One job was not enough for all Laff wanted to accomplish. He'd said so himself, a long time ago. He had big dreams, and huge goals for himself.

Laff was also very good at presenting a good face to everyone. Nadwe had seen him go from furious to joyful in the span of a second once. Laff could very easily hide something, and the others would never know it, because Laff was just the kind of guy that you didn't think anything of his behavior. He was nice, kind, and always helped everyone when they needed it.

The man also sponsored every job damn business in the village.

Nadwe felt like he was getting at something. Laff was perfect, almost too perfect. Besides, what kind of normal person hunted down a kid for something that was out of his control.

The others had accepted the vampire thing. Why couldn't Laff?

To be honest, Nadwe had great memories with Laff. He'd become somewhat of a role model for Nadwe in the sense that Nadwe also wanted to be as confident and organized as Laff. He wanted to have big goals for himself and know that he'd be able to accomplish them.

Man had been so nice to Nadwe, and now they were like this.

Before he could think any further, Socks and his group came in. The trial was beginning.