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.
Ruth sat up on the couch. To her, the whole scenario sounded slightly off. “Maybe you shouldn’t go…”
“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…
“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.
Pataki Magi Helga Magica (the remainder of part 11, a work in progress)
The clown head glowed and morphed into a grief seed. Without moving her head, Phoebe raised the grief seed to eye level so that she may look at it. She stared intently. A single tear tricked down Phoebe’s face. Then another. And another. Then streams of tears ran down her face. Phoebe dropped the grief seed and brought her hands to her face. Then she crumpled to the ground and wept hysterically.
Gloria shook her head. “She’s too far gone,” she said to Lila, and turned and stormed away. Lila could only stand as watch as Helga tried in vain to console her best friend.
“I can’t do this, Helga…I can’t….I CAN’T…”
“Sure you can! I know it’s difficult now, but…with more practice, I’m sure you’ll get better…”
“I don’t WANT to get better! What am I doing this for, Helga?! I’m fighting these atrocious creatures…and for what? Just so I can have the honour of surviving long enough to fight even more?! It’s a vicious cycle, Helga…a horribly/horrendously vicious, redundant cycle…”
“Please leave me alone.”
“I said LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Lila pulled Helga away just in time as a wall of swords erupted from the ground, blocking/separating Phoebe from the others.
R.I.P. Arnold’s Room
Just found out that as of last month, Multiply.com discontinued the social media aspect of its website, effectively killing one of that last great Hey Arnold! fansites on the Web. So here’s to Canadian webmaster, Stephen, wherever you are. :’(
Pataki Magi Helga Magica - Chapter 11 (a work-in-progress)
“Phoebe…Phoebe, wake up…”
Helga gently nudged Phoebe, who was slumbering in her bed. Phoebe looked as though she was having a fitful sleep, and initially refused to awake.
“Come on, Phoebe…” Helga whispered, nudging her again. “You have to get up. Gloria…”
This time Phoebe’s shot open. There she saw Helga in front of her, but also, standing against her bedroom wall, she saw Gloria and Lila, standing gravely in silence.
“It’s time,” said Gloria, gravely.
Anonymous asked: Y R U such a bitch to people? don't you have anything better to do and before you comment back with "Don't YOU have anything better to do then to write this ask?" yes I do, I'm going back to my personal life while also creating positive things so why don't you do the same for once instead of complaining about Artists and fanfiction. Write one yourself! be productive! U get Fan creations for FREE for goodness sakes! so Ignorant.
But I’ll answer your question. Why am I such “bitch” to people (I’m assuming this is either a response to my a) dislike for high-school HA! fanfiction, b) the excessive posting of the “Ten Years Later” HA! fanfic c) my rant on MrShowtime’s “Project Heart” aka Project
Duke Nukem Hey Arnold! Forever)
I am because I am a fan, and because I can. Just like you have every right to call me out on my alleged bitchiness. If I can dish it, I can take. Fair enough.
But please don’t use the tired “if you don’t like it, don’t watch it/read it/look at it/” argument on me. Like I said, I’m a fan. I’ve been a fan since Hey Arnold! premiered in 1996. And as long as I’m a fan of the show, I will continue to be vocal about what I like and what I dislike about the current state of the fandom.
- There are TOO many fanfics portraying the HA! cast as adults/teens and not as they are in the series.
- At this stage in the game, the fans seem to care more about getting a conclusion to HA! than the actual show’s creator, Craig Bartlett.
- The current generation of fans are way, WAY more fanatical than the older generation from 1996-2004. Passionate? Yes. Occasionally juvenile, militant, aggressive, and just downright annoying. HELL YES.
- The 6th Season Project was a collaborative failure.
- PROJECT HEART’S NEVER GETTING MADE.
And so on and so forth.
Hell, and I would KILL for some feedback on my work. And I’d take the good along with the bad, and you wanna know why? Because that feedback would be coming from fellow fans who care about the series just as much as I do.
So, thank you, sincerely, for your comment, Anonymous. At least I know my voice is being heard in the void that is Tumblr.
So…I’m REALLY sick of the soap opera fanfics.
Do people still write true-to-the-series fanfics that read like an episode of the show? You know…where the characters are still 9 years old?
Anyone wanna suggest a few?
Posting my Madoka Magica x Hey Arnold! crossover fic again because I have no life. :P
“So lemme get this straight – you’ll grant any wish that I want?”
Helga was approached one night by an unusual white animal. The term “animal”, perhaps, was too generous a description for the sentient creature; though in some ways it resembled a cat, there was definitely something otherworldly about its logic-defying ears within ears…and then there was that grin…
CORRECT – somehow the creature was able to communicate without altering any of its frozen facial expression.
“And in return for granting any wish that I want, you want me to…fight witches?”
WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE A CONTRACT WITH ME TO BECOME A PUELLA MAGI?
Helga shifted in her seat on the bed. It was an enticing offer. Not only would she get what SHE wanted, but she would also be given magical abilities. It seemed like a no-brainer.
And she could wish for anything! She could wish for a million bucks, her own personal jet plane, and when would she get another opportunity to have the tables turned on Olga? For once, SHE could be the golden child in the family…
Pataki Magi Helga Magica - Remainder of Part 9 (a work-in-progress)
Somber, Helga let her feet guide her to Sunset Arms. She had been so preoccupied with supporting Phoebe that she realized it had been days since she had even thought about Arnold. Maybe watching him in his room would lift her spirits, she thought…
Meanwhile, Arnold and Ruth were sitting on the floor enjoying a meal of Chinese take-out. It had been over a week now since Ruth decided to stowaway in his closet, and after failed attempts to coax her otherwise, Arnold resigned himself to accept his new roommate (it could be worse, was his rational).
“Thanks for dinner, Arnold,” said Ruth. She grabbed a bottled orange beverage by her feet and frowned. “Morning Rescue…?”
Arnold shrugged. “They were all out of Yahoo! soda.”
They continued to eat in silence. After a while, however, Ruth noticed that Arnold seemed distracted. “Is everything okay?”
Arnold snapped out of it. “Huh? Yeah…I’m alright. I’m just…concerned.”
“It’s about me, isn’t it? I’ve overstayed my welcome, haven’t I? Well, why don’t you come out and say it already?”
“No no no! It’s nothing like that! I’m just…I’m worried about my best friend.”
“Oh.” Ruth felt stupid, and calmed down. “Well, what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing, really…he’s just been really depressed.”
“Why? Did he loose his favorite baseball trading card, or something.”
“No. A friend of his…ours…had died recently.”
Pataki Magi Helga Magica - Part 9 (a work-in-progress)
The Choco-Ness monster roared, spewing chocolate sludge in its wake.
They were in a witch’s labyrinth, a vast sea of chocolate closed in by chocolate waterfalls. Dry land in this twisted arena was hard to come by, so Gloria traversed the air on her bed of sheep, with Phoebe as a passenger. Lila did the same, though she was travelling the air on a giant red leaf.
Meanwhile, Helga was sitting on a giant graham cracker raft, watching from the sidelines.
“You can do it, Phoebe!” yelled Helga.
A Backstory to Bridget’s character?
I’ve been toying around with the idea of writing a backstory to Bridget’s character, as a sort of a tie-in to the “Sailor Helga” universe.
One theory that intrigues me involves Bridget being only an alias, and her REAL name is actually Allison, a tribute of sorts to Allie Jayadelius Wells, aka Cadpig (a really gifted Hey Arnold! fan-artist from WAAAAAAAY back in the Gerald Gateway of Tales era; she even did some fanart for my very first fanfic, “Helga’s Been Kidnapped!”)
Doesn’t she look a lot like a younger version of Bridget? And this webpage dates back prior to “Hey Arnold!: the Movie”. OMG TIME PARADOX.
Pataki Magi Helga Magica - Chapter 8 (a work-in-progress)
Simone was unfazed by the newcomer. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah,” replied Lila coolly. “You can start by getting your friend and kindly returning where you came from.”
“This doesn’t concern you.”
“I beg to differ.”
“And you are…?”
“Someone who could cause you a lot of problems if you don’t do as I say.”
“Is that so?” there was a slight edge in her voice, a bit of confrontation/challenge, as Simone took a step forward. Lila raised the scythe as a warning.
“You can take me out, but your friend will have to tackle with two of us. Face it, you’re outnumbered.”
Simone’s lips twitched ever so slightly. “I prefer to call it a stalemate.” She turned around. “Very well. Cookie? Let’s go.”
Cookie dropped her weapon and followed Simone as they exited the alley. When they were out of sight, Gloria let out an enormous sigh of relief, as if she had been holding her breath the whole time.
“That could have ended very badly,” said Gloria. “Do you have any idea how lucky we are that you showed up?”
Lila lowered her weapon and smiled. “I was just passing through. No biggie.”
“No, BIG biggie. I don’t know if you knew who those girls were, but you saved our lives. We’re in your debt.”
“I was just in the right place at the right time,” Lila insisted, shrugging.
“Thank you,” was all Phoebe could breathe out. Lila smiled timidly.
Helga said nothing, merely stared in amazement as she attempted to process this turn of events/new information. When Lila’s eyes met hers, she looked away and pretended to inspect her scythe.
“Well, I’d better get going. It’s getting ever-so-late, and I was in the middle of tracking a witch. Goodbye.” And with that, Lila leapt into the air and disappeared the same way she came.
“Well, that’s enough excitement for one day. Come on, Phoebe, I’ll escort you home.” She stomped her staff and a mass of sheep appeared in front of her. Phoebe hopped on and Gloria did the same. “Helga, are you coming?”
Helga shook her head. “No….I’ll catch up with you guys…tomorrow…” she gave a knowing glance to Phoebe and left the alleyway on her own.
Lila came home late that night. Her father worked the graveyard shift at some factory, so she was usually left to fend for herself most evenings. As she turned on the kitchen light, she was startled to see Helga across from her, leaning against the counter.
“Thought you were fighting witches,” said Helga.
Lila looked at Helga for several seconds, then slowly smiled.
“Please, have a seat.”
They moved to the living room; Helga on the couch, Lila standing beside the couch, leaning on the armrest. They both held a bottle of Yahoo! soda in their hands (which gave Helga a serious case of déjà vu).
Without looking at Lila, Helga asked, “So, what’s your story? How did you get mixed up in this whole Puella Magi business?”
Lila also avoided eye contact with Helga, instead preferring to trace her finger along the surface of her beverage. “Have you ever wondered what happened to my mother?”
Helga took a swig, and stared straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I always assumed that she kicked the bucket.” She then caught herself. “Sorry…it’s just that…I’ve never heard you mention her before. Whatever the reason, it must have been pretty bad.”
Lila went somber. “We were in Pleasantville. The three of us.”
Suddenly, an item materialized an dropped into Helga’s lap. Helga set the Yahoo! soda down to inspect the item, a framed picture of Lila, her mother and father. What struck Helga as odd was how young her parents looked in the photograph; Lila looked as she did now, but her mother and father looked at least 20 years younger. She stared at Lila, who continued her story.
“It was a small town. We lived on a farm. We weren’t rich, but we were happy. Then mommy got sick…really sick. She didn’t make it.”
Lila walked away from Helga, this time staring at the wall. “I was sad. We both were sad. Daddy never stopped crying. I wanted him to be happy, I wanted her back. And then…it came to me.”
“You mean the white thing? Kyuubey?”
“It said it could grant any wish that I wanted. So I…I wished her back.”
“You wished her back to life?”
“I wished her back to life…” repeated Lila, the words seemingly caught in her throat. “But not like that….not like that…”
“If it would have asked me immediately after it had happened, it would have been alright. But she had been gone for a month…”
“We made it work, though, for a while…Daddy and I…for a while, we were a happy family again…but then others found out…they found out about me…and we couldn’t hide her forever…so I had to…I had to…”
Lila shattered the bottle in her hand, blood and chocolate seeping on the floor. But in a matter of seconds, Helga noticed that her wounds healed.
“So we had to move. We moved somewhere else. I would hunt witches, and we would pretend to be a normal family…I would pretend to be a normal 9 year-old…that would work for a few years…and then we would have to move again…and start the whole pattern over again…Daddy would get older and older…and I’d stay the same…always the same…”
“How old are you?”
Lila ignored the question. “So now we live in Hillwood. Daddy continues to pretend that everything’s alright…and I pretend to be perfect…an “ever-so-perfect Little Miss Sunshine”…only I’m ever-so sick of it.”
An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room. Finally, Helga spoke up.
“It was you, wasn’t it? That saved me from Kyuubey? You killed it before I could make a wish…and become just like you?”
“Yes,” Lila whispered.
Lila turned around to face Helga. The look she gave her was indescribable; for the first time, Helga noticed how pained Lila truly looked, but also how mature. It was as if she completely let her guard down.
“Helga…believe me when I say I wanted nothing more than to let you make a Kyuubey. I can’t stand this cycle anymore…I’m sick of moving…I’d rather stop pretending and just accept what I am…a vessel for fighting witches. But I’d want nothing more than to have you fight beside me.”
Helga was dumbstruck by this revelation. “What? Why? Then why didn’t you let me?”
Lila closed the distance between them in a few short strides and grasped Helga’s hand in both of hers, a look of pure determination in her eyes.
“Because now I have a new purpose in life.”
Helga looked at Lila in shock, totally take aback. “Lila, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I want to protect you. I want to make you happy.”
“ME? But…Lila, I…what about Arnold??”
“I know you love Arnold. Don’t you think I know that? Why do you think I’ve backed off and kept him at arm’s length? You deserve him…I don’t deserve you, but I’ll still protect you.”
Helga stood up and backed away from Lila. “Whoa, Lila…this is really weird…maybe I should go…”
“I’ll help her. Phoebe.”
Helga froze. “What?”
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You wanted to ask me to team up with her and the other Puella Magi.”
“How did you…?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you because I know you care about her, even though I wish you felt the same about me. Just do me one favor: let me be near you. I know you don’t like me that much…but I want to be near you.”
“Uh…sure. Thank you,” said Helga as she turned and headed for the exit. She couldn’t leave Lila’s home fast enough as she bolted through the door and down the street. What the heck just happened?!
If nothing else comes from the Hey Arnold! 6th Season Project, I still really, really wanna revive the idea for the Hillywood episode - that had the potential to be solid gold…