Bobert

Chapter XI

       Some strange girl had walked into Bobert's room with Melanie.  Everything had been a blur since the flash, but Bobert still remembered Hydra.  He had no idea what Hydra looked like.  He had no idea if she was even human, but he knew she was out there.
       "Bobert, this is Dollie," said Melanie to Bobert, "You know - or knew her."
       "Hydra," was all Bobert had to say.
       "The only thing he ever says is 'Hydra.'  We think it may have been the name of someone he knew.  Did anyone named Hydra ever go to your school?"
       "I do not believe so," said the strange girl, who was supposedly called Dollie.
       "Dear Bobert, would you like to speak of Hydra?"
       There was an uncomfortably spacious pause, as if Bobert seemed to stare deep into his own soul, looking for just the right words to say.  Finally, when he came to, he said:
       "Hydra is like the moonlight shining on a shard of glass, her radiant, loving, personality shining onto my broken soul.  Hydra is like when I fell off the monkey bars when I was 3; she knocked the air out of me, and I saw the light in the little things.
       "She made me grateful.  She taught peace, loving, kindness.  Hydra is like McDonalds fries:
I'm addicted, but it's so bad for me.  Hydra is the piece of me that was missing, the piece that the wind blew away into a dusty alley, which I call Robloxian High School.
       "As Hydra left my soul, she left my heart shattered.  She left me like my Neo Pets girlfriend when I was 13.  But maybe she'll return.  I'll always have a special place in my heart for Hydra."
       A small tear rolled down Melanie's freckled cheek, which was soon freckled with more tears.  Both Dollie and Melanie were left speechless at how well-spoken Bobert had been.  When Melanie too came to, she spoke through tears,
       "Leave."
       Both others present were confused.
       "Leave?" asked Bobert.
       Dollie developed a look of uneasy on her face.  Melanie told that he only said the word "Hydra," that he knew no other words.
       "That was..." started Melanie, "I don't know.  There is no other way to describe it.  I... I... why?"
       Melanie seemed to be thinking, all the whilst she still had a couple of tears speckled on her cheeks.
       "Leave," she spoke finally, "Just leave.  Go.  Find your happiness.  Find your love.  Heck, just murder someone else if you want."
       Dollie was afraid, frightened, all words that described fear.  Melanie just gave permission to a deranged serial killer who had killed hundreds to leave.  Dollie ran out back to Uncle Brent's room as quick as she could.
       Immediately, as soon as she had made her way in, she locked the door and locked it tight.  She locked every single lock on the door.  Maybe it was just her paranoia, but she had seen enough horror movies to know she would have been a corpse if she hadn't done what she did.