Who We Are ~ A The Henry Stickmin Collection Fanfiction

Chapter IX

     Rupert smirked, awestruck how Charles could still be so happy after all the emotions that he had obviously struggled through last night.

    He was about to say something when he heard the door open. He shoved the radio in his pocket and turned around.

     A man..? Woman? ...man, a little taller than Charles, walked in, holding a small paper bag in his hand. He had a tall black top hat, two monocles, and a black vest, a grey tie, and grey sleeves. His blue eyes were large and sparkly. He came close to the bars before stopping and waving.

     "Hi! I'm Thomas,"

     "Hi!" Charles piped, slipping his jacket back on.

     "What do you want?" Rupert asked his voice sounding semi-threatening. Thomas glanced fearfully up at Rupert.

     "W-well, I noticed that you three aren't getting treated very nicely. All the other prisoners, you know, get fed. I couldn't sleep last night, so I made you guys some cookies. I sure hope none of you are allergic to anything.." All three shook their heads, just now realizing they hadn't eaten in three days.

    Thomas opened the bag, revealing perfectly rounded chocolate chip cookies. They each took a few, Dave eating his exceptionally fast, as everyone had overlooked the fact that he had been there longer than the others, and probably hadn't eaten in who knows how long. It was a wonder he was still alive.

     Charles thanked him gratefully, while politely nibbling on his cookie. Rupert simply looked Thomas in the eye and nodded.

     "Wow, you're really good at cooking!" Dave said, smiling.

     "Aw, thank you! My mom taught me." Suddenly, a high pitched jingling noise filled the room. Reginald's voice came over the speakers.

     "Thomas Chestershire to the cockpit, please." "I'd love to spend more time with you guys, but I gotta go. Keep the bag, just please don't get caught with it. See ya!"

     "Bye!" Charles waved. After he had left, Dave said, "Aw, that guy was nice!"

     "Mhm. Anyway, Charles, call the general." Rupert tossed the radio at him. Charles caught it, turned it on, and tuned it. Quietly, he asked, "General, this is Charles. Are you there? Over."

     He waited a few seconds.

     "Charlie!! Are you alright?!?" The General's voice sputtered through the radio.

     "I'm alright!" he giggled. "But Rupert and I are stuck in a cell on the Airship-"

     "Oh lord! I'll send a team after you. I'd assume you're not too far from where I sent you before. Victoria, go get a troop together."

     "Right-o sir!" They heard Victoria Grit's voice in the distance.

     "Expect a team there within a few hours."

     "Thank you, General."

    "You're welcome, Charlie. Stay safe, okay? Over and out."

     Charles smiled. They were going to be saved! Then Charles wouldn't have to look Henry in the eye again for a long, long time.