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See, but this is good. Maybe. Don't you like making friends better than enemies? I do, at least. And I would rather focus on that than on people who get mad at you for trying to defend me.

I mean, in a way, they're right. What does it matter? You're always going to look after me and they're always going to be...well. Whatever they are. As long as you have my back, it's not like they can actually hurt me. Duh.

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[Hey Shilo! Remember that little dog! Well he's here, with a small gray looking boy who is playing fetch.

Sparky for his part recognizes her and he'll just...dart over to her tail wagging.] Sparky! Hey Sparky!

Hi, boy! [Shilo crouches down to run a loving hand over Sparky's head.] I'm glad to see you're tail's - oh.

[When she sees the boy, she quickly stands back up and steps away, folding her hands in her lap, to show she meant no harm or offense.] I'm sorry, is he yours? I didn't mean to presume or anything.

[sparky's tail wags and he just runs between the two of them, barking.] Hi! No, it-it's okay. He's friendly and he's been making a lot more friends here then back home I guess.

[They're nicer then the kids back home okay. seriously] ...His tail has been loose...how'd you know?

He's a good dog. I mean. I think he is, anyway. I don't know any other dogs.

Oh, he came into my cemetery, a few weeks ago. It...sort of fell off. I'm not...much of a surgeon, but I had some needle and thread, so...I did what I could.

...He's the best....He's my best friend. I mean-I have friend's I just don't have a lot of friends I -

[He doesn't get out much.]

You did a great job. I couldn't even tell. He doesn't like being cooped up but maybe moving...I can let him out more.

[Oh, don't worry. Shilo understands that, just fine.] I don't have very many, either.

Thanks, I guess. He's always welcome in my graveyard, at least. It's not much and it's...sort of enclosed, but. [She smiles, shrugging, hands still in her lap. But not for long. She reaches one out.]

I'm Shilo.

...He likes people graveyards better then the pet cemetary. [Victor shakes her hand before retracting it nervously] I'm Victor. Victor Frankenstein.

[The last part is said because he's curious. The last kid he introduced himself to...really recognized the name.]

Really? [She laughs.] How funny. I'd probably like the pets better than the people.

[Lightbulb.] Victor Frankenstein. Like...the doctor? [A quick glance to Sparky. More lightbulbs.] Ohmygosh, did...you make him?

...It's a really...really long story. [He looks a little sheepish] I doubt you'd believe me if I told you.

[Victor doesn't say anything for a moment] ...No. He was my dog. He died, he was my only friend and...I had a science teacher who gave me the idea.

It was...dumb I guess but he saved our town mayor's niece and ..

[Sparky goes to sit on Victor's feet and tail wag.] You really probably wouldn't believe me. Sometimes I don't believe it.

[Shilo shakes her head. Smiles and...hesitates, but reaches to put a nervous hand, just for a second, on Victor's arm. It ought to have been comforting, but it might...just come off as awkward. Oops, being sheltered kids.]

Tell me anyway? You'd probably be surprised by just how much I can believe.

[Victor doesn't flinch. Instead he just looks sad and shrugs]

...Sparky was my only friend. We made movies together, then my dad told me to sign up for baseball. I took him out and he got into the middle of the road and he...

[sparky lets out a whine. Victor leans down to pat him before sitting on the grass and gesturing for her to sit as well.]

...where I live? It's this place called New Holland. Lightning Strikes were really regular there because of the old haunted windmill. So...my teacher gave me this idea and I...it worked. I tried to hide Sparky, but...he doesn't like being cooped up. I was afraid people were going to hurt him but...

[Sparky whines.]

Edgar found him.

[And she does sit, of course, both to be polite and because now there's a story. One she's genuinely wanted to hear, since Sparky showed her his grave, but couldn't exactly ask him to explain.]

I know how he feels. [A nervous laugh bubbles up.] I mean, not that. I'm not like he is. But...sometimes you just can't stay locked up. Even if you are a science experiment.

Who's Edgar?

I didn't want to! [Victor frowns] I was just worried people were going to take him away again.

[He's really tempted to ask, but instead. The story.] Edgar was this kid in school. He and I were kind of...loners. Anyway Edgar found out about Sparky...and he told me to tell him how to do it...or he'd tell about what I did.

[Victor looks ashamed] so I did and a bunch of other kids tried to recreate it...and they brought back all their pets but they weren't like Sparky. One destroyed our Dutch Days festival.

[Poor Tashi] ...and the weird girl's cat...he became a vampire and he kidnapped Elsa...annnd he held her and her dog in the windmill until it sort of burnt down and sparky had to save them.

[And now he's waiting for the skepticism, the scorn, the disbelief.]

Oh. [Funny, how easy something good can turn into such a wave of something awful. Does every strange, lonely kid have a story like that? The wrinkled look on her face might seem a little skeptical, but...]

I'm sorry. Poor Sparky. I mean, and you. That's...cats can really become vampires?

[Sparky, spotting a fly, leaps for it and eats it with a satisfied snap. It buzzes out of a hole in his skin a moment later.

Everyone's got a story. Victor just sighs.]

I don't know. We never got a chance to figure it out. It was like...you ever watch any of the old black and white horror movies on TV?

[Said the black and white boy.]

[Giggling, she puts her hand in the fly's path and lets it buzz around her fingers then, once it's gone, scritches Sparky around the little opening it escaped from.]

Oh, sure! I love antique horror movies. I have a hyper-ton on VHS!

[Sparky lets out a happy noise before settling in and staring up at her, before rolling over to sleep.]

Did you ever see "Godzilla" Or "The Fly?" or... "The Thing?"

Godzilla, sure! I like Mothra, a little better, but. [She shrugs, wrinkles her nose.] I'll always pick bugs over anything that's going to eat them.

[Sparky kicks out his legs and Victor tucks his knees up to his chin.] I can understand that. I always picked...sparky over everybody else.

You're lucky to have each other, it sounds like. [Smile.]

[Sparky crawls over and rolls onto his back beside Victor. He is deep in doggy dreamland.] ...He probably needs a recharge.

[Stare] what? ...oh. Do you have pets?

[Head-shake.] Oh, no. My dad says... [Wince. Bad habits die hard.] Said. Well. I used to have health problems. He used that as his reason to never let me keep anything. Sparky was the first dog I've ever seen!

[Victor's eyes go wide] ...What?! ...No way. That's..

[Sparky's tail wags and he'll just,roll over on his back more, paws in the air]

Your dad sounds seriously lame...Seriously. Does that mean you'd never...I mean you've seen a cat right?

[Looking down to play with Sparky's paws, Shilo lets her wig sort of fall in front of her face to hide the blush.]

He was hyper-lame.

I've seen...pictures. I guess that doesn't really count, though, does it?

[Victor grins and shrugs.] No. I'd offer to introduce you to one, by the only person who had one was weird girl and Mr. Whiskers wasn't even...

He wasn't even a good cat. Well I mean I guess he was, but... He was weird.

[Sparky's tail wags and he bats at her hands. YES ATTENTION.]

Oh. I guess I thought cats were supposed to be nice.

[She puts her hand on Sparky's belly and gives him a pat.] ...It's probably good I can't meet him.

You know who I bet you would like? Elsa. And Persephone.

[Sparky sits up and barks] Persephone is a poodle.

[Sparky is now looking for persephone, up and barking and running circles around them]

You seem lonely. You wanna be friends?

I...well, I am. Sort of lonely, I mean.

Um. I'm Shilo. What's your name?

My name's Shion Hibiki. I've been sort of lonely too.

It's nice to meet you. I guess...we sort of have to stick together, when we're lonely.

I'd be happy to stick with you!

"Defend you", you say? From what exactly?

People who...want me to have...sex with my dad. Or at least who want my writer to stop saying she won't let that happen to me.

Sex? With your DAD? Eeeeewwwww. Ew, ew, ew, what is the matter with people?

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I may have been waiting for this.

:3 approves!

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