Post by babclayman on Sept 18, 2008 13:00:09 GMT -5
This is sort of an aftermath of the "Kit leaves" fic, it demonstrates the affect the story had on Clayton.
I hope you guys like
Enjoy ;D
Edit: I have made a small edit and it sorta gives the story a more happy ending
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I looked up and down the barn which how called home. Many pups of which I now can call siblings ran around while Roger; our owner (I’m the type of pup who believes the humans are in charge, despite how some others put that belief down) struggled to carry the TV set into the through the doors. He is a good man; Roger, he spent most of the profits he made on a video game (or was it a song?) to buy this farm for us, it was cool; the farm has a lake, a forest even other farm animals we can play with, the only let down was that Cruella; an old witch of a woman who kidnapped me and my siblings and wanted to turn us into a fur coat, however out of all that bad, one sight of good was is that if it weren’t for her, I’d probably still be in a pet shop in Gruteley.
I watched as other pups ran around and talked to one another, telling their names they have been given, over 80 percent of the pups here (including me) didn’t even have names before (who I can now call) mum & dad rescued us from Cruella and took us to the Dearlys (the surname to the humans and now surname to me).
I shrugged, best to get your name known, I approached a random pup and said “Hi, my name’s – “
“-- Clayton.” I said to the new pup, well at least I think he’s a new pup, being on a farm for 3 months with so many pups, you can confuse someone you know with some one you’ve never even met. “What’s your name?” I asked him, he remained quiet and for a minute before speaking up.
“I’m, I’m Kit.” He said in a bit of a timid voice.
“Pleased to meet you Kit.” I gave Kit a smile, trying to make him feel comfortable, “You new here?” I then asked him, Kit nodded “What you doing up here in the attic?” I asked more questions.
“I just feel more secure up here.” Kit answered “I get a safer feeling when no one’s looking.”
“We all get that way sometimes.” I nodded, knowing how embarrassing you may feel about your interests. “Maybe if you meet more people around here, you may feel safer.”
“Who do you suggest?” Kit asked.
“Well…” I thought for a second before replying “There’s always -- “
“ -- Kendra; you take the right wing, Kit; Take centre and I’ll take the left wing.”
“Er, Clayton…” Kit said nervously “Is it wise I take the centre?”
“Of course!” I nodded turning to look at the opposing team. Lucky floated in the water holding a ball keeping him afloat, Rolly & Cadpig beside him.
“You guys ready yet?” He called at us, with his smug face, he seems so big against us, we’ll show him.
“Coming.” I said as Kit, Kendra & I floated out to the opposite side of the tree branch against Luckys team “Ready!” I called and Lucky threw the ball.
He hit it over the branch and straight at me, I raised my paw and hit the ball back, Rolly was the one to get it next, he placed one paw up and whacked it, Kendra soon countered and hit, when it reached Luckys side again; Cadpig jumped out of the water and kicked it, it went straight for Kit, the ball went hard down on top of his head and bounced off it, the ball slowly flew through the air over the branch and caught Lucky off guard, it landed in front of them and floated in the water.
I ginned, “We Won!” I shouted with glee “We Won!!!” I looked to Kit, the smile soon faded from my face, Kit was clenching his head and was groaning in agony.
“Kit?” I paddled over with a small fear in my gut “You ok?”
“It hurts.” Kit told me in agony, if started to worry, Kit’s not lying (he’s not very good at)
“Let me see.” I asked him to show me where the ball had hit him; he acknowledged and moved his paws. The sight was a bit stomach turning; a quite large bump had swollen on the top of his head and blood was steadily easing from it.
I gasped “Great -- “
“ – Scott.” I answered Kit “He went to Antarctica and froze to death. A few years later; they found his body and since it was so cold, it was I perfect condition.”
Kits eyes widened in fear “Oh no! I’m not going to die am I!?”
“No Kit!” I said with a stern look “You’re not going to die!” he is getting all silly over the simple chill, he can get a bit daft when it came to some stuff, he once blew his chance of having Pugs respect in Bark Brigade cause he got obsessed about a splinter in his paw.
“But I’m so cold!” he shivered, I myself was starting to get a little warm, being covered with blankets and all the heat from downstairs going straight to the attic can make you feel stuffed.
“You probably got a cold or something.” I told him, Kit seemed to panic more.
“Oh no!” he whimpered, it seemed that he feared the disease more than he did of dieing from it.
“Kit…” I stroked his fur in attempt to calm him down “You’re going to be ok.”
“What if I’m not?” Kit went on “What if it never goes away?”
“It will Kit.” I kept on telling him “Your body can suit itself out. You see; you have these things, I think they’re called Antibiotics and they find the virus which infected you and -- “
“—Surround them.” Jasper called to Horace in his c ockney accent. The Badduns came closer and closer to me and Kit, escape was just impossible; there were so many corridors in Devil Villa that you can take one turn and then end up where you started before going in the corridor (I even swear sometimes you come out through the same door as well).
I looked to Kit “Kit; I’m sorry I got you into this.” I said with a guilty tone “I should never have talked you into coming with me here.”
“It’s ok Clayton.” Kit replied “I chose to go with you on this. I could have said no, but I decided to go anyway.”
“Thanks.” I gave a grim nod, even if things did look bad; I felt happy that I had a good friend like Kit with me.
Japer reached down to pick one of us up, I wished to myself he wouldn’t pick up who I feared he would pick, he did.
“What shall we do this one Horace?” Jasper gave a smirk as he held Kit up; Kit struggled to get free without much luck. ”I know.” Jaspers face lightened up “We bash him on the ‘ead and then stuff his body before selling him as a teddy for the charity shop.”
“No.” I said with fear, my bottom lip quivered, they surely can’t do that to Kit.
Jasper held out his spare hand. “Hand me the crow bar.” He asked Horace “That did the trick on that b*tch who tried attacking us in the mansion when we first got these rats.”
“NO!!!” I screamed and gave a leap, I bit straight into a part of Jaspers body, I didn’t know where I got, but where ever it was; it made Jasper give a scream in pain and drop Kit.
“Run!” I said to Kit as I let go of Jasper and Kit landed on the floor, and we did that; quicker than a bullet we ran down a random corridor and hopefully the exit.
As we ran; I heard Jasper say in a high pitched tone “Oi Horace! That Mutt just took a bite at me – “
“—Balls!” I jumped into the Yard Sale box and poked my head out with a rubber ball in my mouth, I chewed it and it gave the high pitched, but yet sweet squeak noise it had. As I continued to chew, I looked to Kit, his mouth as empty as the donation bin of the Cruellathon. He shouldn’t miss out on this.
“Here.” I took the ball out my mouth and tossed it to him; he caught it in his mouth and began squeaking it. “It’s nice isn’t it?” I grinned to him.
“It’s alright.” Kit nodded taking the ball out his mouth “I still prefer the sound of a Propellerheads song or something like that.”
“Ok.” I nodded; climbing out the box “Let’s go and see if we can find any.”
Kit & I walked past all the yard sale boxes in hopes one of them was music. We past multiple pups on the way there, in one box; we saw Noggin playing with a chemistry kit while by the clothes box; we saw Cadpig watch as Two-Tone tried on multiple outfits deciding the right look for Lucky. Doc was in the box too, he popped out now and again wearing something which reminded you of one of the incarnations The Doctor had had, Doc first came out wearing a cricket top, then a Victorian Goth style suit and then coming out with a black leather jacket. Kit & I went on.
We soon reached the music box, some other pups like Puffy or Zoe were there too; however they were more interested in the music than they were with me or Kit.
As Kit climbed into one box seeing what he can find, I looked around it at some other music memorabilia I saw. I walked in between them and very soon I came up to something I thought would interest Kit.
“Hey Kit!” I called “Come over here and –“
“—have a look at this.”
Kit came over to me and jumped up on the table.
“Look at this country I found here.” I pointed to the country Romania on the miniature globe “It’s got the same name as your old surname.” Romania was Kit’s original surname before he became Dearly and I thought this might make his day. I guessed right his face had suddenly filled up with bedazzlement.
“You’re not pulling my leg are you?” Kit asked “You know that I’m unable to read right?”
“Kit.” I said to him “I promise you that, that country is called Romania.”
“Ok.” Kit nodded “Your face looks sincere enough.”
Kit looked to globe and started to stare at it for a number of minutes, if not hours, straight with full interest. I’m sure I would be too if I found a country with the same name I had.
“Hey Clayton.” Kit shook my shoulder “I think Dalmatian is written on here.” He pointed to another part of the globe, I checked it out too, he was partially right, the location was labelled Dalmatia printed on another part of the globe.
“Wow.” I nodded “Wonder how it got a name like that?” I thought for a second “Maybe it’s has a monarchy of Dalmatians.” I pictured this quite tall and slim dog sitting on a throne with humans bowing down to him, a crown perched on top of his head.
“Or maybe it’s were Dalmatians came from.” Kit gave a more logical reason.
“Yeah.” I nodded “Sounds more likely.”
We then heard the bell for the chow tower ring outside and Nanny called “Come on.” I smiled to Kit “Let’s go and have some –“
“—dinner?”
“I told you Kendra!” I snapped to the female dog by my side “I am not hungry!” she took a few steps back with a look of concern on her face. I sighed “I’m sorry Kendra.” I said in shame “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” I paused for a few seconds before asking “Is it ok if I’m left alone for a while please?”
“Ok.” Kendra nodded before she turned and left the attic, leaving me surrounded by memories and dust. I looked around at the attic; all the liveliness and joy of it seemed to of gone; faded away as soon as Kit left. The only things I had of him were piles of CD’s, his radio and the blankets he was snuggled in when he was cold, I climbed under them in an attempt to hide myself from the world
Once under there; I cried, water swelled up within my eyes and streamed down my cheeks “Why’d you have to go!?” I asked Kit to myself, but of course Kit wasn’t there, he’d never be there again, he’s gone!
I continued crying before I tried to grab something to dry my eyes with however I picked something else up instead; I looked. It was a small piece of folded up paper, on it the words; ‘For Clayton’ was written in rather bad handwriting. I had a gut feeling it was from Kit, I didn’t want to open it but something made me do it anyway and I started reluctantly reading.
“Dear –“
“—Clayton”
The letter seem to make out
“It’s Kit. I’ve been trying my best to wrote this letter out; I’ve probably gone through dozen drafts already, but hey; 12th times the charm.”
I shook my head “You don’t want to read this Clayton.” My brain said however something else inside told me “Read on.” I listened to the inner voice and continued.
“If you’re reading this, I’ve probably been and gone. Before you do anything, I just want you to know that it wasn’t your fault that I left. In fact; the friendship you opened up to me was probably what made me stay for this long. Ever since we met, you had always been a good friend to me, you took interest in everything I said and always stood by my side when ever I was in need. Some say our relation was close, others say it was even closer than the one you share with your own spouse; and I helped bring you two together. Give her a chance Clayton; now that I’m gone you need someone to keep you going, make them feel special, like how you made me feel.
That’s all I basically wanted to say really. Thanks. Thank you and Good –“
“—Bye” I clenched the letter tight in my paws, more tears came down my face.
“Clayton?” I heard Kendras soft voice call, I decided crawl out of the blankets to assure her that I hadn’t jumped out the window or something, I emerged.
“Yeah I’m here.” I said before walking up to her and collapsed onto the floor in front of her and cried more. Whilst I did this, I felt her paw stroke my back, we stayed silent for a while before I sniffed and looked up to her face trying my best to look ahead and asked “So what kibble are we having then?”
She smiled to me before I got up and followed out the attic, before I left however, I looked back on all of Kits stuff and smiled “Thank you Kit.” I said, one more tear running down my cheek. “Thank --"
“—you!” I gazed into the familiar face, a face I thought that I’d never thought I’d see again. The face of a dog with white ears (an ear ring going through one of them) with a patch of black fur over his left eye. It was him, after all these years; it was Kit. The smile emerged on my face as the memories of the wonderful times we had came back. Ones that I treasured and would always stay with me; for the rest of my life.
The End
I hope you guys like
Enjoy ;D
Edit: I have made a small edit and it sorta gives the story a more happy ending
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I looked up and down the barn which how called home. Many pups of which I now can call siblings ran around while Roger; our owner (I’m the type of pup who believes the humans are in charge, despite how some others put that belief down) struggled to carry the TV set into the through the doors. He is a good man; Roger, he spent most of the profits he made on a video game (or was it a song?) to buy this farm for us, it was cool; the farm has a lake, a forest even other farm animals we can play with, the only let down was that Cruella; an old witch of a woman who kidnapped me and my siblings and wanted to turn us into a fur coat, however out of all that bad, one sight of good was is that if it weren’t for her, I’d probably still be in a pet shop in Gruteley.
I watched as other pups ran around and talked to one another, telling their names they have been given, over 80 percent of the pups here (including me) didn’t even have names before (who I can now call) mum & dad rescued us from Cruella and took us to the Dearlys (the surname to the humans and now surname to me).
I shrugged, best to get your name known, I approached a random pup and said “Hi, my name’s – “
“-- Clayton.” I said to the new pup, well at least I think he’s a new pup, being on a farm for 3 months with so many pups, you can confuse someone you know with some one you’ve never even met. “What’s your name?” I asked him, he remained quiet and for a minute before speaking up.
“I’m, I’m Kit.” He said in a bit of a timid voice.
“Pleased to meet you Kit.” I gave Kit a smile, trying to make him feel comfortable, “You new here?” I then asked him, Kit nodded “What you doing up here in the attic?” I asked more questions.
“I just feel more secure up here.” Kit answered “I get a safer feeling when no one’s looking.”
“We all get that way sometimes.” I nodded, knowing how embarrassing you may feel about your interests. “Maybe if you meet more people around here, you may feel safer.”
“Who do you suggest?” Kit asked.
“Well…” I thought for a second before replying “There’s always -- “
“ -- Kendra; you take the right wing, Kit; Take centre and I’ll take the left wing.”
“Er, Clayton…” Kit said nervously “Is it wise I take the centre?”
“Of course!” I nodded turning to look at the opposing team. Lucky floated in the water holding a ball keeping him afloat, Rolly & Cadpig beside him.
“You guys ready yet?” He called at us, with his smug face, he seems so big against us, we’ll show him.
“Coming.” I said as Kit, Kendra & I floated out to the opposite side of the tree branch against Luckys team “Ready!” I called and Lucky threw the ball.
He hit it over the branch and straight at me, I raised my paw and hit the ball back, Rolly was the one to get it next, he placed one paw up and whacked it, Kendra soon countered and hit, when it reached Luckys side again; Cadpig jumped out of the water and kicked it, it went straight for Kit, the ball went hard down on top of his head and bounced off it, the ball slowly flew through the air over the branch and caught Lucky off guard, it landed in front of them and floated in the water.
I ginned, “We Won!” I shouted with glee “We Won!!!” I looked to Kit, the smile soon faded from my face, Kit was clenching his head and was groaning in agony.
“Kit?” I paddled over with a small fear in my gut “You ok?”
“It hurts.” Kit told me in agony, if started to worry, Kit’s not lying (he’s not very good at)
“Let me see.” I asked him to show me where the ball had hit him; he acknowledged and moved his paws. The sight was a bit stomach turning; a quite large bump had swollen on the top of his head and blood was steadily easing from it.
I gasped “Great -- “
“ – Scott.” I answered Kit “He went to Antarctica and froze to death. A few years later; they found his body and since it was so cold, it was I perfect condition.”
Kits eyes widened in fear “Oh no! I’m not going to die am I!?”
“No Kit!” I said with a stern look “You’re not going to die!” he is getting all silly over the simple chill, he can get a bit daft when it came to some stuff, he once blew his chance of having Pugs respect in Bark Brigade cause he got obsessed about a splinter in his paw.
“But I’m so cold!” he shivered, I myself was starting to get a little warm, being covered with blankets and all the heat from downstairs going straight to the attic can make you feel stuffed.
“You probably got a cold or something.” I told him, Kit seemed to panic more.
“Oh no!” he whimpered, it seemed that he feared the disease more than he did of dieing from it.
“Kit…” I stroked his fur in attempt to calm him down “You’re going to be ok.”
“What if I’m not?” Kit went on “What if it never goes away?”
“It will Kit.” I kept on telling him “Your body can suit itself out. You see; you have these things, I think they’re called Antibiotics and they find the virus which infected you and -- “
“—Surround them.” Jasper called to Horace in his c ockney accent. The Badduns came closer and closer to me and Kit, escape was just impossible; there were so many corridors in Devil Villa that you can take one turn and then end up where you started before going in the corridor (I even swear sometimes you come out through the same door as well).
I looked to Kit “Kit; I’m sorry I got you into this.” I said with a guilty tone “I should never have talked you into coming with me here.”
“It’s ok Clayton.” Kit replied “I chose to go with you on this. I could have said no, but I decided to go anyway.”
“Thanks.” I gave a grim nod, even if things did look bad; I felt happy that I had a good friend like Kit with me.
Japer reached down to pick one of us up, I wished to myself he wouldn’t pick up who I feared he would pick, he did.
“What shall we do this one Horace?” Jasper gave a smirk as he held Kit up; Kit struggled to get free without much luck. ”I know.” Jaspers face lightened up “We bash him on the ‘ead and then stuff his body before selling him as a teddy for the charity shop.”
“No.” I said with fear, my bottom lip quivered, they surely can’t do that to Kit.
Jasper held out his spare hand. “Hand me the crow bar.” He asked Horace “That did the trick on that b*tch who tried attacking us in the mansion when we first got these rats.”
“NO!!!” I screamed and gave a leap, I bit straight into a part of Jaspers body, I didn’t know where I got, but where ever it was; it made Jasper give a scream in pain and drop Kit.
“Run!” I said to Kit as I let go of Jasper and Kit landed on the floor, and we did that; quicker than a bullet we ran down a random corridor and hopefully the exit.
As we ran; I heard Jasper say in a high pitched tone “Oi Horace! That Mutt just took a bite at me – “
“—Balls!” I jumped into the Yard Sale box and poked my head out with a rubber ball in my mouth, I chewed it and it gave the high pitched, but yet sweet squeak noise it had. As I continued to chew, I looked to Kit, his mouth as empty as the donation bin of the Cruellathon. He shouldn’t miss out on this.
“Here.” I took the ball out my mouth and tossed it to him; he caught it in his mouth and began squeaking it. “It’s nice isn’t it?” I grinned to him.
“It’s alright.” Kit nodded taking the ball out his mouth “I still prefer the sound of a Propellerheads song or something like that.”
“Ok.” I nodded; climbing out the box “Let’s go and see if we can find any.”
Kit & I walked past all the yard sale boxes in hopes one of them was music. We past multiple pups on the way there, in one box; we saw Noggin playing with a chemistry kit while by the clothes box; we saw Cadpig watch as Two-Tone tried on multiple outfits deciding the right look for Lucky. Doc was in the box too, he popped out now and again wearing something which reminded you of one of the incarnations The Doctor had had, Doc first came out wearing a cricket top, then a Victorian Goth style suit and then coming out with a black leather jacket. Kit & I went on.
We soon reached the music box, some other pups like Puffy or Zoe were there too; however they were more interested in the music than they were with me or Kit.
As Kit climbed into one box seeing what he can find, I looked around it at some other music memorabilia I saw. I walked in between them and very soon I came up to something I thought would interest Kit.
“Hey Kit!” I called “Come over here and –“
“—have a look at this.”
Kit came over to me and jumped up on the table.
“Look at this country I found here.” I pointed to the country Romania on the miniature globe “It’s got the same name as your old surname.” Romania was Kit’s original surname before he became Dearly and I thought this might make his day. I guessed right his face had suddenly filled up with bedazzlement.
“You’re not pulling my leg are you?” Kit asked “You know that I’m unable to read right?”
“Kit.” I said to him “I promise you that, that country is called Romania.”
“Ok.” Kit nodded “Your face looks sincere enough.”
Kit looked to globe and started to stare at it for a number of minutes, if not hours, straight with full interest. I’m sure I would be too if I found a country with the same name I had.
“Hey Clayton.” Kit shook my shoulder “I think Dalmatian is written on here.” He pointed to another part of the globe, I checked it out too, he was partially right, the location was labelled Dalmatia printed on another part of the globe.
“Wow.” I nodded “Wonder how it got a name like that?” I thought for a second “Maybe it’s has a monarchy of Dalmatians.” I pictured this quite tall and slim dog sitting on a throne with humans bowing down to him, a crown perched on top of his head.
“Or maybe it’s were Dalmatians came from.” Kit gave a more logical reason.
“Yeah.” I nodded “Sounds more likely.”
We then heard the bell for the chow tower ring outside and Nanny called “Come on.” I smiled to Kit “Let’s go and have some –“
“—dinner?”
“I told you Kendra!” I snapped to the female dog by my side “I am not hungry!” she took a few steps back with a look of concern on her face. I sighed “I’m sorry Kendra.” I said in shame “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” I paused for a few seconds before asking “Is it ok if I’m left alone for a while please?”
“Ok.” Kendra nodded before she turned and left the attic, leaving me surrounded by memories and dust. I looked around at the attic; all the liveliness and joy of it seemed to of gone; faded away as soon as Kit left. The only things I had of him were piles of CD’s, his radio and the blankets he was snuggled in when he was cold, I climbed under them in an attempt to hide myself from the world
Once under there; I cried, water swelled up within my eyes and streamed down my cheeks “Why’d you have to go!?” I asked Kit to myself, but of course Kit wasn’t there, he’d never be there again, he’s gone!
I continued crying before I tried to grab something to dry my eyes with however I picked something else up instead; I looked. It was a small piece of folded up paper, on it the words; ‘For Clayton’ was written in rather bad handwriting. I had a gut feeling it was from Kit, I didn’t want to open it but something made me do it anyway and I started reluctantly reading.
“Dear –“
“—Clayton”
The letter seem to make out
“It’s Kit. I’ve been trying my best to wrote this letter out; I’ve probably gone through dozen drafts already, but hey; 12th times the charm.”
I shook my head “You don’t want to read this Clayton.” My brain said however something else inside told me “Read on.” I listened to the inner voice and continued.
“If you’re reading this, I’ve probably been and gone. Before you do anything, I just want you to know that it wasn’t your fault that I left. In fact; the friendship you opened up to me was probably what made me stay for this long. Ever since we met, you had always been a good friend to me, you took interest in everything I said and always stood by my side when ever I was in need. Some say our relation was close, others say it was even closer than the one you share with your own spouse; and I helped bring you two together. Give her a chance Clayton; now that I’m gone you need someone to keep you going, make them feel special, like how you made me feel.
That’s all I basically wanted to say really. Thanks. Thank you and Good –“
“—Bye” I clenched the letter tight in my paws, more tears came down my face.
“Clayton?” I heard Kendras soft voice call, I decided crawl out of the blankets to assure her that I hadn’t jumped out the window or something, I emerged.
“Yeah I’m here.” I said before walking up to her and collapsed onto the floor in front of her and cried more. Whilst I did this, I felt her paw stroke my back, we stayed silent for a while before I sniffed and looked up to her face trying my best to look ahead and asked “So what kibble are we having then?”
She smiled to me before I got up and followed out the attic, before I left however, I looked back on all of Kits stuff and smiled “Thank you Kit.” I said, one more tear running down my cheek. “Thank --"
“—you!” I gazed into the familiar face, a face I thought that I’d never thought I’d see again. The face of a dog with white ears (an ear ring going through one of them) with a patch of black fur over his left eye. It was him, after all these years; it was Kit. The smile emerged on my face as the memories of the wonderful times we had came back. Ones that I treasured and would always stay with me; for the rest of my life.
The End