The Adventures of Slamacow

Not your fault

((BEFORE THIS CHAPTER STARTS, let me clarify that for one: I don't know what Slammer Jams parents look like, and for two: His characters background is based off a headcanon, so JUST ENJOY!)

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I was so confused, that baby...was he actually me? I looked up at Bart, then at Dave. They knew something of my past, but I knew they could never be able to explain it to me due to their natural "muteness". But it would be nice to know how I ended up orphaned, if that even was the case. I grabbed the locket from Barts hand and examined the photo closer, I quickly noticed the picture seemed to be a bit bulged out from the locket. After a minute of fumbling with the locket, I managed to get the photo out where I discovered that the picture was folded up. I glanced at Bart and Dave again, they seemed to be a bit surprised of this discovery. I slowly unfolded the picture and I saw that I was in a pair of arms, after I unfolded the photo completely, I saw that I was in the arms of a beautiful young woman, and a bearded man who looked like he could pass for a farmer.

"Are they...?" Did I even need to ask, the answer was obvious. I saw my mob friends nod in sync, so that explains who my parents are, or were. I was still confused on how I ended up orphaned, how I managed to survive at such a young age, come to think of it...I don't even remember how I met Bart and Dave! Speaking of which, I took another look at them, and they seemed to be ashamed. No, no, no! I placed a hand on Daves arm as an attempt to comfort him, this wasn't their fault, I can see why they would keep this from me, they didn't want to hurt me (even though I've been hurt many times before, although those times was usually me falling on my face...).

Bart looked down at me as if saying sorry, but I felt no resentment towards him, or Dave, because I had no reason to. It would be silly to be mad at the ones who want to protect me, even if this was a huge puzzle to my crazy life. I let out a sigh and grabbed my striped shirt, white undershirt and jeans, then looked for a small area to change back into them, as comfy as these pajamas are I can't be walking around in them all the time. I'd look so silly!

After finding a small cave, I quickly changed out of the pajamas and into my now dry clothes, before I exited I let my mind think back to my parents. What happened to them? How did Bart and Dave find me? I do recall knowing them at the age of ten, since I can recall trying to wander out of the little cave we all lived in, but Bart kept dragging me back in by the back of my shirt. Plus, in that dream I was about four years old, could they have found me then?

I shook my head, there was no use thinking, I was just saved from drowning, I shouldn't be debating this, plus trying to remember all of this made my head hurt. I walked back to the camp where Bart seemed to be on alert and Dave was back to playing his game. Daves antics I was used to, but Bart? He's never been like this since...the enderman. I frantically glanced around, was he nearby? Not wanting to risk anymore injuries to any of us, I quickly grabbed Bart and Dave by the wrists and jogged off in a random direction, I did not want to deal with him again!

He's done enough damage.

(Sorry about the short chapter, I just wanted to update SOMETHING, but here you go!)