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You gotta be someone, you gotta be strong, when you got the goods y'know you can't do anything wrong
There'd been a few days since his visit to Bridge after his illness, following dropping by Perdita, and now here he was racing through the tunnels doing it all over again. This time involved a quick vault through the T. Matthew Fraggle Room, one moment spent to get his bearings, and then off he went again.
The world on the other side would require just a bit more caution, but hopefully Louie would be rather close to the Fraggle hole and he wouldn't have to spend time looking for him.
The world on the other side would require just a bit more caution, but hopefully Louie would be rather close to the Fraggle hole and he wouldn't have to spend time looking for him.
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"...Yeah. He did."
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"And for what it's worth? I would've knocked someone out, too, if they'd talked to me about Uncle Donald like that. Or at least, I'd have tried." A beat. "You can't tell anyone that, but it's the truth. I have tried, before, because some people are jerks about him. So I know how you feel, Gobo." He glanced away, but raised a hand to place on the rock wall alongside Gobo's head, leaning. "And I wouldn't say that if I wasn't sure it was true, because I don't like it when people think they know how I feel. But... This is different. Or maybe I'm wrong, but it sure feels like I'm right."
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And there was just one thing to do. He sat up in bed, took Louie by one arm and pulled him into a tight, warm squeeze.
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Really, it was no wonder why they were friends, was it?
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"That doesn't make what I did right, though. Fraggles don't solve problems with their fists, even if it is a bully issue. I just got so caught up in the moment, and I lost my head."
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"...There was a time, not long after my uncle left for the first time, where I found myself really doubting that I had it in me to be an explorer. Because I got so caught up in my own head, I wound up screwing up real badly and unleashing a monster through the Rock, from a labyrinth it usually remains trapped in. I made it right in the end and resealed it, but when I came back to cheers, I didn't really feel right about it, at first. I was the one that caused it to get out in the first place, right?
"But my friends reminded me that, in the end it was how I made it right, that showed who I really was. Even if I lost myself for a minute there and caused some trouble, the real me shone through. The brave explorer, who always knows just what to do to help people."
At a sudden thought he blinked and glanced off past Louie, brow furrowing a bit in thought. He put his hands down on either side of him and hopped off forward out of the bed.
"Come on. We're going out to the garden."
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"Gobo? Gobo, wait, what are we doing now?!" He took off after him. "Gobo, hold up!"
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"I've got an idea, but I have to check something first!"
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"Once I talk to her though, it might get a little dicey. Are you in or out? It's okay if you wanna hang out with the others while I do this."
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Except he didn't want to hide again because the going might get rough. No matter what Boober had said, Louie still felt like a heel for doing that earlier.
"...I'm in," he said - and if he looked surprise as he said it, it was because he sort of was.
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"Looks like no Gorgs are out. C'mon, let's go, and keep low."
He jumped out of the hole and stuck to the side of the short stone wall, making a break for the corner around the other side of the garden.
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"Alright, we're nearly there. Let me do the talking, eh?" He chuckled a bit, coming to a stop and glancing at him. "Not that you can't o'course, but we're here for a purpose after all."
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"Halt!" One rat started. "You are in the presence of the all-knowing-"
"All-seeing," the second rat added.
"Trash Heap! Nyeehhh!" They said together. Then one snickered and looked up. "Marjory, we got one of the little Fraggles again! Looks like he's got somethin' big on his mind~..."
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And then the large pile of compost started to move and rise, eventually revealing an area that looked almost like a face-
"Thank you, boys!"
-Oh. It was a face. One that could actually talk. Louie turned his head to face Gobo, while he gestured broadly at the Trash Heap, but the Fraggle seemed totally unfazed.
"So, Fraggle and Fraggle's little friend... You've come because you have troubles, and I know these troubles well! You listen to me, though: You are on the right path."
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"Do you know where a Fraggle named Clef might be found? I've never met them before, and with how big the Rock is I might be looking for a whole month and never turn them up, and I don't have that kinda time."
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"Let me tell you something, little Fraggle: You don't have to worry about looking for a month! Didn't I just say you're on the right path?"
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"She means, whatever idea you got in your lil' peabrain there, that's what's gonna work out for you!"
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"And if you need to know where you're going, young Fraggle, just think about what they need! People will always seek out what they need."
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"Thank you, Madame Heap. I'll- do the best I can!" He started jogging away toward the garden proper, grabbing Louie's wrist on the way and dragging him behind.
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