Four Best Friends 2: A New Perspective

A Special Chapter - Secret and Wolfie Style

A Special Chapter - Secret and Wolfie Style

Secret: "SURPRISE, WE BACK"

Wolfie: "Behold, the rare case where Secret doesn't take his medication"

Secret: "I'M PERFECTLY FINE. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Wolfie: *Sighs* "Anyway we're here because Fox wanted to write a special chapter to thank you guys for 400 followers-"

Secret: "YEAH!"

Wolfie: "Be quiet and let me talk Secret!"

Secret: *Backs away*

Wolfie: "Fox thought about updating Foxy X Chica 2 because that book has basically been on a cliffhanger for a year... But he didn't want to update it once then never update it again."

Secret: "That's why we're here!"

Wolfie: "Exactly, we're supposed to provide 'entertainment'. I think that Fox is just being lazy. Don't get me wrong, he loves to write. He just gets distracted really easily. He can never focus on writing for long periods of time."

Secret: "I found my medicine, Wolfie!"

Wolfie: "You lost it?"

Secret: "But now I have it."

Wolfie: *Facepalms*

Secret: "Now since I'm the more sensible one, can I take over this so called entertainment?"

Wolfie: "The stage is all yours."

Secret: "I thought that I'd tell a little story. The story of how Wolfie and I met."

Wolfie: "Really? Isn't that a bit too early?"

Secret: "What do you mean too early?"

Wolfie: "I mean that they haven't got that far in the book."

Secret: "What's the point of delaying the truth if they were going to find out sooner or later? Plus I'm not going to give away everything."

Wolfie: "FOR THE POINT OF STORYTELLING!"

Secret: "What? I've been inspired by Monogatari. Let me just tell my story."

Wolfie: "Fine..."

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My parents weren't the nicest of people. When your father is an alcoholic and your mother would do anything not to get on his nerve then things don't go well. I always felt bad for thinking like this but when they died I saw a chance. A sparkling light in the darkness.

My parents were good for something though. My mother didn't want me to turn out like her so she paid for all my special needs in school. Advanced classes and treatment galore.

I decided to escaped. If the police saw me at the house, alone, with my parent's corpses then what would they think? I didn't kill them; I would never do that.

Running away was the easy part. No one thinks twice about a kid out at midnight these days. If I was seen, nobody would care.I also had my parent's money that they store up. It wasn't much since I wouldn't be able to withdrawal money from their card.

The couple hundred dollars I had would only last me a few days. Unlike pedestrians, I think motels would be suspicious of a fourteen year old kid trying to check in. That only means that I would have to find some place fast. Maybe if I was lucky I could pass as a hitchhiker? That'd be too dangerous though.