Ten minutes after the reunion of the two old friends, Ben and Diglet were still in utter shock and shaking from excitement. They could both see great changes in each other, the way they were looked and the way they acted, but oddly at the same time they were exactly the same as they were those many years ago. Diglet was dressed in the same kitten top that she had worn the day she disappeared, though it was clean as she had washed it each and every day. But the top had shrunk and torn as Diglet was now taller than she had ever been.
Ben thought that she needed some new, exciting clothes, so took Diglet inside and up into the closet. “This closet is in no way empty!” Said Diglet, after being confronted with the sea of Ben’s extensive hat collection and the few clothes that went alongside.
“Tell me about it” Ben sighed “Now, Diglet, here is the… female section of my closet, containing all of the clothes a women would ever want. I was…. Holding onto them…. For a friend…. Who ran away…. And was kidnapped.” Ben’s eyes darted around the place as he forced the words out of his mouth.
“Your friend was kidnapped? How awful!” Diglet remarked, seeing straight through him.
“Yes. By… very intelligent… mutant… sea…. rabbits! But don’t worry, they treat her well.” Ben’s face turned a deep red.
“Oh? What was her name?” Helen asked, a knowing smile appearing on her face.
“Leticia Ida Erin South?” Ben felt like crawling away, he did not like all of these questions.
“Of course… and she must have been exactly the same size as you as well!” Diglet fumbled through the clothes “Oh! And she wore fake breasts! How odd…” Diglet sniggered at the embarrassment on Ben’s face.
“Just…. Take the clothes.” Ben told Diglet.
The two of them then looked at each other’s face. Diglet saw Ben’s bright red face, whilst Ben looked on at Diglet’s wide grin. The two of them burst into a spontaneous huggle, laughing extremely loud at what had just happened.
“I didn’t realise how much I missed you, Diglet!” Ben splurted out.
“I missed you more than you could imagine.” Diglet screamed, before squeezing Ben tighter than he thought possible. She then proceeded, once again, to nibble Ben’s ear.
A few minutes later, Ben and Diglet were sat at the large chocolate table, the man baby, Bobolous and Carver each looking in wanting to know everything. Ben explained to Diglet of his wide and epic journey. He took out the book of magic, and they chatted for hours on end about their past memories. The bits in the book now made sense to Ben. He remembered receiving the love note from Diglet when they were still young and creating the song “man babies” all those years ago.
“So what happened, Diglet? Why did I forget all about you, and where were you all of this time?” Ben was still highly confused about what had happened.
“I was banished, Ben. Banished to a parallel universe. And we must join together and save the world. We must save the world from the presifrog.”
“What? Save the world from my son?” Ben was shocked
“My son?!” The man baby exclaimed.
“My brother?!” Bobolous screamed.
“My… erm… some frog guy?” Carver said, feeling the need to pitch in.
“Meow” Said the cat.
“Yes, the presifrog. Ben, I know you must feel close to him. I saw you give birth to him through the other universe. But there’s something not right about him. We need to expose him for what he really is”
“But who is he? Who am I? Diglet, please can you explain it all?” Ben asked, demanding answers.
“Haven’t you ever wondered how you could give birth to a super intelligent frog? How you could create life in the form of a chocolate whale shark?”
Ben thought long and hard about these things. Looking back, they did seem slightly out of place, he could remember being taught that only females can give birth and that only humans could give birth to humans. Ben questioned Diglet about these things.
“Ben, both you and I are psychic. Never has the world seen two people of our power and greatness at any one time. I was in another world, banished for years on end. Naturally I got a bit bored so I may have stretched the laws of possibility to make you happy and to provide myself with some light-hearted entertainment. I was the one who made it possible for you to give birth to a frog, a super intelligent one at that. I was the one who gave you the ability to create a chocolate whale shark. And I could do these things because you are also psychic. You are, in fact, as psychic as me. However, the many years in such a lonely place showed me how to use my brain to the best of it’s ability. You have not yet unlocked that part of your brain, so I will teach you how to control things and do anything else psychic related.”
Naturally, the man baby, Bobolous, Biscuit and Ben looked on in shock. Then they all turned to face Ben. Lifting up his arm and screaming words which will never exist and have never existed, Ben commanded the salt shaker on the table to move. Only for it to stay in the same place and for Ben to feel like a fool.
“It’s not that easy…” Diglet giggled. “I’ll teach you, then we’ll go on our epic journey to find out the truth behind the universe and all of it’s secrets.”
Ben asked no more questions, as what he had just heard was enough to absorb for one day. The man baby was considering what he married in to. Bobolous was wondering if the snazzy new psychic lady could help him reach Sammy, the whale shark who had taken his breath away. Carver sat on his bed and thought about it all. He was more than confused about everything.
Diglet wondered whether to tell Ben the deep secret which lay within the roots of Carver and his irresistible eyes. She wondered whether telling him would stir things up and cause unnecessary distress or if it would help him in the long term scheme of things. She came to the conclusion that she should leave it for a while, or perhaps let Ben discover the secret for himself whilst she was training him in the art of psychic powers.
After hours of talking about everything and everything, everyone retired to their rooms for the night, still finding it hard to consider that night’s events.
That night, Carver wondered around his room. He paced up and down the creaky wooden floor in no particular direction thinking about his own deep and dark secrets. He knew he meant no harm, and nor had he caused harm to anyone before. Intentionally, that is. As Carver thought about what he had done to the poor old lady back ten years ago, guilt began to take over again.
Carver knew that Bobolous would understand if he was told, but Carver was also sure that if Bobolous were to find out, he could be more apprehensive. And Carver did not want to ruin the strong friendship they had built.
In distress, Carver knew not what to do. This new woman must know things about him. He had seen that she had not looked him directly in the eyes once since she had come to this universe. He knew she was psychic, so he was sure that Diglet must now about his eyes.
Pacing around confused, a single yellow tear rolled down the delicate features on Carver’s face. He ran to the corner of his room and out of his right eye took a deep blue contact lens. Sobbing uncontrollably, he sat down on his bed facing outside of the window and looking across the street to houses where everyone was sleeping, under the light of the full moon. A blue tear then continued to roll down out of his left eye, another yellow one from his right. The yellow tear entered his mouth and Carver spat out the sour tasting liquid.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the door creaked open and Bobolous walked in to see Carver sitting facing the window, weeping. “Carver… it’s Bobolous. Would you like to speak?”
Carver tensed. His body turned stiff and he stopped weeping. The tears were now drowned out by the intensity of the situation,
“Bobolous. Leave. Now.”
“But, Carver, I want to help.”
“BOBOLOUS. Leave the room NOW.”
“Carver, look at me I want to know you’re okay.”
“I don’t care. Bobolous. Leave. LEAVE.” Carver shouted. He needed Bobolous out of the room, or everything would go wrong. He knew that if Bobolous was to look into his eyes, his greatest fears would be recognised. But Bobolous did not know this. And The chooclate whale shark sat down next to Carver. Carver got up and turned away from Bobolous, running out into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He sat down on one side, back leaning against the door, and Bobolous did the same on the other. “Bobolous, you have to leave. I’ll tell you about it in the morning. But if you are out there when I leave the room, stuff will happen which is worse than you can imagine. Your life will be ruined. Forever.” Silence followed, and ten minutes later Carver opened the bathroom door to face nobody, he rushed into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He lay on top of his bed sheets, one deep blue eye looking up at the ceiling, the other eye glistening yellow. More yellow than the golden sands in a desert. More yellow than the sun. More yellow than a very, very yellow thing.
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