Pataki Magi Helga Magica Part 12 (a work-in-progress)

Ruth was napping on Arnold’s couch, but was abruptly woken up when he entered the room frantically.

“Arnold, what is it?”

Arnold threw his backpack on the bed and was already almost halfway out the door again when he noticed Ruth. “I can’t stay. Grandpa said he got a call from Gerald’s parents; he’s in the hospital.

“What? Well, what happened?”

“They’re not sure. They think he was mugged, someone stabbed him on his way home. I’ll see you later.

“Wait! Arnold…”

“What?”

Ruth sat up on the couch. To her, the whole scenario sounded slightly off. “Maybe you shouldn’t go…”

“Why not?”

“Because…they might follow you…”

“They? Who’s ‘they’?”

“Arnold…I’ve got a really bad feeling about this…they could have done this as a trap/trick…

“Who’s ‘they’”

“The girls that are after me! Maybe they’re trying to lure you out to get a better shot at me…”

“So that’s it, then,” Arnold stared Ruth down, upset. This isn’t about keeping me safe. This is about you. You only care about yourself.”

“No, Arnold, it isn’t like that at all! Look, you don’t understand…”

“No, you don’t understand,” snapped Arnold, who approached Ruth and pointed his finger at her. “My best friend is in the hospital. My other friend is dead. But you’d rather I stay in here and hide like you. Like a coward.”

Ruth flinched at the label and hung her head in shame. Just as Arnold was closing the door behind him, he looked at Ruth and said, “I’ve had enough. And you can’t hide in my room forever. Sooner or later, those girls you’re running away from? They WILL find you. But it’s up to you to decide if you’re going to keep running, or do something about it and face your fears.”

Arnold left the room. Ruth said nothing; instead she just curled up on Arnold’s couch and gripped her legs tightly close to her chest.

 

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Someone needs to take the elements of this book, throw in some Helga/Arnold, and write one EPIC crossover fanfic.

Hey. If you’re going to embark on an ambitious project related to continuing Hey Arnold! (6th season, The Patakis, TJM) don’t just hype it up yet give no results. Don’t say one thing and then keep putting off. Better yet, say nothing about it until you’re at least halfway finish, that way you at least have something to show for it and it gives your fans confidence in actually being hopeful about it.

I’m writing a Hey Arnold!/Puella Magi Madoka Magica crossover.

 Just thought I’d put it out there. Read it here and tell me if it works.

Okay, peace.

One of my biggest regrets in life is not asking Craig Bartlett during a chat if “Hey Arnold!” shared the same animators as “The Critic”.

Now I’ll never know…

;_;

And I shall tell him that the thought of himturns me to waterand when his name is spoken pale still skytrembles and breaks and moves like blowing waterthat winter thaws its frozen drifts in waterall matter blurs, unsteady, seen through waterand I, in him, dislimn, water in water?As true: the thought of himhas made me marbleand when his name is spoken blowing skysettles and freezes in a dome of marbleand winter seals its floury drifts in marbleall matter double-locks as dense as marbleand I, in others’ eyes, am cut from marble.
—Water & Marble - P.K. Page
I see this poem from time to time while on the subway - it always striked me as something Helga would write.
:)

And I shall tell him that the thought of him
turns me to water
and when his name is spoken pale still sky
trembles and breaks and moves like blowing water
that winter thaws its frozen drifts in water
all matter blurs, unsteady, seen through water
and I, in him, dislimn, water in water?

As true: the thought of him
has made me marble
and when his name is spoken blowing sky
settles and freezes in a dome of marble
and winter seals its floury drifts in marble
all matter double-locks as dense as marble
and I, in others’ eyes, am cut from marble.

—Water & Marble - P.K. Page

I see this poem from time to time while on the subway - it always striked me as something Helga would write.

:)

pattesdours:

I always get so giddy fo’ ma grl, Helga (:

pattesdours:

I always get so giddy fo’ ma grl, Helga (: