The Minecraft Brothers 3 - Luck

7 FUNDY A HAS SECRET

The living room sofa
6pm

(Wilbur pov)

So, things where going on upstairs and I wasn't gunna get involved. It was probably nothing - I hope.

Me and Sally sat on the sofa with Fundy. He was insisting that I had to scratch behind his ear.
"Hey, Fundy, do you mind if I ask some questions about the whole animal features thing?" I asked.
"Hum, go on. I may not answer some though." Fundy said.
"I will try to not get personal. But, did it hurt when they grew? And could you describe the pain?"
Fundy kinda gave me a wired look before thinking.
"Imagine a bullet." Fundy said.
"Like the one I was shot by once?" I asked.
"YOU WHERE ONCE SHOT?" Fundy and Sally looked at me in shock.
"Calm down, it was only in the leg. Look, I have the scar." I rolled up my trouser leg. There is was. The scar of when I was shot.

(When you read this I bet you asked the same question as Fundy ans Sally and was in shock. He he, am I gunna explain the story? Not now. Maybe later)

"WHAT THE HELL!" Fundy yelled.
"Okay, can we stop yelling." Sally said. "Let's- let's just continue with what Fundy was saying."
"What was I saying?"
"Abour animal features." I filled in.
"OH! Yeah, so imagine that pain, imagine being hit by that bullet, let's say, about 15 times at the same time. Then imagine that consistently." Fundy said.
"It hurts that much?" Sally asked.
"Ow that would- wait. How do you know the pain of being shot?" I asked. Sally nodded in agreement.
"Would you look at that!" Fundy laughed nervously, as he slowly walked towards thedoor. "Its gotten personal! Let's ignore anything I have ever said and I will slowly leave this awkward situation!"
"Let's not do that, and you answer the question." I said.
"Or, I could leave and never come back?" Fundy said.
"Does your parents know?" Sally asked.
"Oh, hard to know. I'll get back to you on that one, maybe some time, never." Fundy tried to open the door. "It's freaking locked, isn't it?"
I nodded.
"Of cause."

(Looks like everyone has secrets.
Also, why do they lock people in rooms?
Dam does sound bad when you say- I mean write it.
PLEASE DO NOT LOCK PEOPLE IN ROOMS)

"So, gunna tell us?" Sally asked.
"No." Fundy said.
"Gunna tell one of us?"
"Probably not."
"Gunna tell your parents?"
"Maybe in the second after life when you can not die."
"People believe there is two after lives?" I asked.
"Just me. I think..." Fundy said.
"Could you at least tell us where you where shot?" Sally asked. "Or when?"
"Hum. No."
I noticed his hair move. There was a hole in his left ear.
But that didn't add up.
I was stroking both his ears yesterday and didn't feel a thing.
I was stroking his right ear today.
Unless he got it-
"It was last night, wasn't it?" I asked.
Sally looked confused. Fundy looked in shock and I think sadness.
"I-" He stuttered.
"Fundy?" Sally asked.
"His hair has moved. Look, you can see the top on his left ear. And, he didn't have it yesterday when I was scratching there." I filled in.
"Fundy-" Sally said.
"No! No pitty. Just- just leave me alone." He went and sat in the conservatory.
"As much as I would like to help, I have to go. My dad is here." Sally said.
"You go. I'll help Fundy." I said.
Sally left, locking the door again behind her.

I heard a peaceful guitar noice. It was coming from the conservatory.
I peeked in.
It was Fundy.
He had my guitar and was playing a fan song.

(Theme of the abandoned by Precious Jewel Amor. You should definitely go listen to it and all credit goes to Precious Jewel Amor)

Fundy sung the song so peacefully.

"I was the first of the city
I was the pride of the town
He called me his little champion
He told me that I was his joy

There were times that I felt he's too much
There were time that I felt too left out
I wanted more to myself
I wanted to prove that I can

He's too busy helping anyone else but me
He's too busy caring for other people, not me
I was just the second thing he thought of
And I've become used to this now

I strayed away from his presence
I've turned to his worst enemy
He lost both his lover and land
He lost all his power on hand

The song has been left unfinished
The walls that he built are gone
I tried to go back to his loving arms
To find out his time here was done

He's too busy helping anyone else but me
He's too busy caring for other people, not me
I was just the second thing he thought of

I'm left alone as the new day arises
I'll grow older with the burden of yearning
I'm left alone as a new day arises
I'll grow older with the burden of yearning

I've been always second on his list
And I've become used to this now"

Fundy finished the song and sighed.
I clapped. "That was really good." I said.
He looked at me.
"Thanks. The guitar is a soothing instrument."
I say next to him. "Not when I play."
"No." Fundy laughed.
"You- you gunna explain then?" I asked.
"I don't want to."
"But Fundy, it is probably best."
"I know, I know. But- but I really don't know."
"Come on. I'm Wilbur! You can tell me anything."
"I snuck out. You know, being part fox and all. I do it a lot. Someone saw me and thought I was a fox and tried to shoot me. I ran for my life but my ear got shot."
"When did you sneak out?"
"11. Untill 1."

Exactly 1000 words:)