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dnarez · 4 years ago

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Chapter 4

A/n IMPORTANT

So... before we start this let me explain something, in the others and in this chapter Zanko is finishing middle(?) school, she got permission from the school and her mother to work in the pet store since it would be a start for her to become a veterinarian she has 13 years old, she is almost at highschool, Ann is just 30 years old, she had Zanko when she had 17. -----------------------------------------------------------

It's been a long time since you started to live with then, you now were talking more, it was so good waking up in the morning just to wake Zanko up to get ready for school, and then wake Ann up to help the alarm going of you would bark and howl, with the sound of both of you she would get up in less then 2 min, different from before, that she would turn the alarm off and wake up late.

But now she couldn't since you wouldn't shut up until she was out of the bed.

The three of you were eating breakfeast while talking.

"Oh! I just remembered! Today I will bring one of my classmates to do a project" Zanko looked ate her mother with concern "He's one of the cool kids, everyone thinks is going to be a huge hero... Don't get me wrong! I belive in that too! It's just.... weird"

"How is it weird hun? You two ar just going to do the project and then go back to being stranger no?" Ann said while looking up from her phone

"He's very smart, he got the best grades in the school... he's like... like..."

"Like what hun?"

"Like... perfect!" Zanko said while hidding her red face in her hands.

"Oooooh! Now I get it! You have a crush on him!" Ann laughted at her flustered daugther

"Me and all the other girls in my school and the neighboor schools, everyone loves Keigo"

"Oh! So the guy have a name! Does he have a quirk too?" Ann asked while finishing eating

"Yeah, he has these beautiful and big red wings, he can control the featers with his mind, he can make then super sharp too! It's so cool!" Zanko also finished eating and got up cleaning the dishes

"(Y/n) keep a close eye in the boy ok? Since I don't know him I don't trust him"

Yes ma'am!

You said while wagging your tail.

"Hey! Don't treat him like those bullys and bad boys!"

"For me he's just another boy hun, I will protect you from him just like I would with any other boy, he isn't special" Ann got up and started walking to her bedroom but stoped in the kitchen's door frame "I just remembered! I have a few cirguries to do today so I will come home later than usual, (y/n) is in charge"

"WHAT? You will let the wolf that has the same age as me but in dog years take charge??? Why???"

"Because I know we can trust her, so let her in charge just this once, and.... you almost put fire in the house last time"

"That was an acident!" She stomped to her room and Ann did the same to get ready for the day

~timeskip brought to you by (y/n) being alone all day until Zanko came back with her classmate~

3rd p.o.v

"I'm home!" Zanko and the ash blonde walked inside after taking their shoes off.

(Y/n) run to the door wagging her tail.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you Takami-kun... this here is my pet (y/n)!" Zanko kneled down to pet the (f/c) wolf.

"It's fine... does he bite?" Takami asked while geting close to the wolf

"Not that I know of and it's a she"

"Can I pet her?" He said while reaching his hand to pet her

(Y/n) started to growl lightly and got away from his hand.

"I'm sorry she doesn't like new people" Zanko said while looking apologetic to him

Takami smiled "It's fine but damn that's a cool dog! She looks like a wolf! And she's so big!"

(Y/n) was at the size of a malamute.

"Well... that's because... she is a wolf" Zanko got up and started heading to the stairs stoping in the front of then "let's get to work!"

Takami mouth droped at her confecion, he looked an the wolf surprised and run to Zanko's side

"What do you mean by 'she's a wolf' are you serious?!" He's eyes were big and he's smile bigger "That's so cool! Omg! How did you found her? Or did you bought her? Does she eat dog food or you give her raw meat? Can she get bigger? How old is she?"

Zanko laughted and guilded him to her room with the (f/c) wolf following her.

Her room was basic with a few plusies here and there, the bed was all blue just like the rest of the room.

"Calm down! We have time to work in the project and talk" Zanko sat in her bed and started to get everything they needed

(Y/n) layied down behind Zanko in the bed, she was watching Takami carefuly.

"Wait... you will tell me more when we finish?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yes! I will let you feed her too"

He gave a big toothy smile and sat in the desk chair to do his part, his wings fluttered in anticipation.

Hey! I don't want him to feed me!.

"Oh come on! It's just this once!"

Keigo looked curious at the girl and the wolf.

No! He smell like chiken nuggets! I don't want my food to smell like chicken nuggets!

Zanko started to laugh hard.

Keigo looked at her puzzled "do you... understand her??"

"Yes! That's my quirk!" She said after stopped laughing

Keigo's eyes light up "OH MY GOOD THAT'S SO COOL!!!"

Zanko blushed and smiled sweetly

Yoh! Do you really like this guy? He looks like trouble...

"He does not! You are just jealous that you can't fly"

Who needs wings when you have these!

(Y/n) jumped on the floor and posed with her paw showing proudly.

Keigo chuckled at their sillynes "What she said about me?"

"She said that you looked like troubled and before that she said you smell like chicken nugget"

Keigo blushed embarased "d-do I?" He looked back to his book

Yes you do but... it isn't THAT bad... chicken is tasty in the end... you know what... he's kinda cute...

"And I thought you didn't had a heart!" Zanko started giggling

Keigo looked at the curious no longer embarrased "what? What did she said?" He looked at (y/n)

"She said that the smell isn't so bad since chicken is tasty... and then said that you are cute"

Yes, he's cute like a puppy

"Oh! Cute like a puppy"

"Thank you! You too look cute! Your (f/c) fur looks so soft! Please let me pet you!" He's hands were together like he was praing and he bowed his head a little "pretty please!"

The (f/c) wolf walked close to him and laied her head in his lap.

He's golden eyes looked surprised and he gave a big smile and pet her head carefully.

"OMG! IT'S MORE SOFT THAN IT LOOK!!!" he smiling petted behind both ears

Oh my god... so good!

She started to wag her tail very happy

"A little more to the neck in your left" Zanko smiled and got back to work

"Where?.... here?" Keigo scratched in the place right place.

Her ears bend down, her head tilted to his hand letting go of the weight letting he hold her head, while her tail wagged at full speed.

"For god's sake! She's the cutest thing I ever saw!" Keigo was melting seeing her doing those cute things just because of some head scratches "how can a wolf be this docile???"

"I found her behind our house a few month ago... she was almost dead when we found her... I run inside and called my mom, she called my uncle and they got her in the pet ambulance, we know that she was in a lab all her life and that they forced her to fight some people, we tried showing her pictures of famous villains but she didn't reconized non of then" Zanko didn't looked up from her text book nor stopped writting.

"What about hero's?" Keigo stoped scratching (y/n)'s head and she whinned "oh! Sorry" he returned to pet her

"What do you mean heros?" Zanko stoped writting and looked at him puzzled

"Maybe she was created by villains and foght heros?" Keigo wasen't sure about what he was saying but he had a guess that maybe he was right "did you contacted the police?"

"No, and I won't" she started getting defencive

"Wait... what?" Keigo looked at her choked "You're kidding.... right?"

"No I'm not! They would locke her up and treat her like a dangerous animal!" Zanko looked pissed that he even sugested going to the police

"She is a dangerous animal! She is a fucking wolf! I will never know when she will atack you!"

"Look at her!" Zanko got up and pointed to (y/n) that was with her head in his lap waiting for more pets "how can you say that about her!"

Keigo was silenced he looked at the wolf with it's head in his lap, she had big (e/c) eyes and her (f/c) was so soft and comfy, her ears were bend down and her tail was still wagging just not as much. She looked like a big marshmellow of how soft she looked.

He took a deep breath and looked at Zanko emotioless "Why are you protecing her?"

"Damn Takami-kun! I thought you were smart!" Zanko crossed her arms still angry "She's my damn wolf! She's like a sister to me! She's as much famiky as my mom is to me!"

Keigo didn't expected that at all "but... but she's an animal!"

"That's true but so are us! She can even be smarter than me, she even help me with my homework for god's sake! If you make anymore insults to my sister you will not be welcome here..." Zanko finally started to calm down.

"Okay... sorry I didn't wanted to insult any of you..." he was ashamed for what he said

Did you... called me sister?!

(Y/n) started to wag her tail at full speed jumped on Zanko, licking her face

"Omg! Get out of me (y/n)!" She was laughing whike trying to get the (f/c) wolf off of her "Takami-kun! Help me please!"

(Y/n) stopped and started to nuzzle her, her tail was wagging happyly

Sister! Sister! I love you!

Keigo was laughing at the scene while tryed to help getting the wolf off of her.

...

That day was the day Keigo become close friends with the second smartest girl in school and her wolf

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(A/n)

I hope u all enjoyed it ! It took me awhile to finished since I tryied to make it more fun. Sorry i hawks is kinda ooc here, but that's how I think he would be younger, more naive and more expressive.

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fountainpenguin · 6 years ago

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Ex-“Refusal” Prompt

“Refusal” is a Prompt that revolves around Timmy’s Dad, Sheldon Dinkleberg, and some of the other Dimmsdale characters in their age group back when they were Squirrely Scouts together. In this draft, the Scouts go camping to Dimmsdale Flats, and Dad and Sheldon clash during a hike. I left in all my character notes in case they’re of interest to anyone wanting to explore Timmy’s Dad’s or Sheldon’s characters.

This is a really fun Prompt that was really coming together and I think I could have polished it up nicely, but I was a little bothered that a piece meant to explore Timmy’s Dad’s character had Flappy Bob for a narrator, and I’ve since found a way to portray the Dad-Dinkleberg conflict in a much more interesting way for me, so I don’t need this version anymore. “Refusal” will be one of our first Prompts once 130 Reasons comes off hiatus, so keep your eyes out.

Characters: Robert “Flappy Bob” Ferguson, Thaddeus “Dad” Turner, Sheldon Dinkleberg, Louis Bickles, Bennett Buxaplenty, Oliver Buxaplenty, Pappy

A lot of kids by this age might have started asking questions like where do babies come from, why were they here, and what were they supposed to do? When Robert Ferguson voiced those same questions, he tended to be a tad more literal. As Mr. Turner blasted “[Song]” and “Stayin’ Alive” the whole way to the outskirts of town, and Sheldon and Louis bellowed the lyrics out at the top of their lungs, Robert sank into the beaten cushions of the station wagon and covered his eyes.

Where did babies come from? In his experience, they were unceremoniously dumped by their parents on whichever unlucky saps happened to be in the area to care for them (and whenever he asked Mrs. Twittafly, she swore he’d been hand-delivered to the Dimmsdale Orphanage in a silver basket by a ghost).

What was he doing here? He honestly had no clue. One morning last February he’d hopped out of bed to try squeezing in a little juggling practice before the Powers That Be were awake to tell him to knock it off, and he tripped over the folded uniform lying on the floor. Robert knew the rules: Do as his mysterious benefactor ordered, or the seltzer bottles would get him for it. He joined the Squirrely Scouts immediately.

And where were they all going? Dimmsdale Flats. Population: Too boring to be bother mentioning.

He’d been crammed into the back seat of the stuffy car for thirty minutes, his sharp and angular thirteen-year-old body more than a little too big for the uniform he was wearing. Was it really too much to expect his benefactor to provide clothes that actually fit? On either end of the back seat, Louis Bickles and Sheldon Dinkleberg danced back and forth in what little space they had against the dirty car windows. Oliver Buxaplenty had claimed the entire middle row for himself. He was a Buxaplenty. They could do that.

Directly to Robert’s right sat Tad “Dad” Turner (sour after Bennett Buxaplenty had convinced their troop leader, Pappy Turner, to boot his own son to the rear so Bennett could claim shotgun). Dad had a spiral-bound sketchbook with an elaborate red cover in his lap. It had a strap and a buckle too, because mostly, he refused to let anyone see what he was drawing, and always snapped at curious Sheldon for peeking.

Dad loved drawing and designing clothes almost as much as Louis loved wearing them. But for now, he struggled to focus on the sleek car he was sketching. The bouncing of the station wagon along the dirt road kept making his lines smear and his pencils snap. Every few minutes, he’d shove Sheldon with his elbow or kick his ankle, as if this were all his fault.

“At least there are just four of us,” Robert grunted when they bounced over another sloppy speedbump in the dirt road. The station wagon didn’t have belts to hold them in, and he grabbed the back of the seat as Mr. Turner took a turn too fast. Mud splattered against the window nearest Louis. Robert wrinkled his nose. “We’d have to fit another one of us in here if Denzel’s mom didn’t make him join the Sugar Cream Puffs.”

The car hit a sharp rock and bucked, Sheldon’s hand flew down and slid across Dad’s notebook. Half his page tore, right through the sad-looking cow in the middle. Dad’s hands flew up, breath sharp. “Sorry Dad,” Sheldon apologized in his quick and cheerful way. Too late. Dad shoved the curly-haired boy against the window and flipped to the next page with a grimace. He tapped his eraser against his teeth.

“Why is Denzel in the Cream Puffs?” he asked Robert.

“They get half off on most of the cookies they don’t sell, I think.” Gripping his pointy knees, Robert blew the air from his cheeks. “Pretty convenient, him dropping out of Scouts right before I came in. Lucky for me.”

Clearly, no one else found this suspicious connection interesting. Dad kept drawing, Sheldon gazed in rapture at passing cows and ranches through the window, Oliver was asleep with his blond hair sticking up like straw, and Louis still had “Stayin’ Alive” on the brain (even though that song had faded out two roads ago). Finally, Bennett switched the station to random Beethoven and turned around.

“Will you urchins exercise a little volume control? Some of us are trying to read.”

Sheldon threw his hands in the air. “Why read when you can party? Move along, move along!”

“Ooh!” Louis mimicked him on Robert’s other side. “It’s always been my dream to throw a big summer bash!”

Robert thought about it, then punched his hands up too. “Party! Party!”

I mean, who was going to stop him? A gush from a seltzer bottle in front of witnesses? He’d surely be punished for wearing anything colorful or raising his voice later, but he may as well enjoy himself while he could.

Dad folded his hands over his ears. “I can’t concentrate! You’re so loud! You’re way louder than trains on fire!”

Sheldon jabbed an elbow into his side. “Aww, cheer up. We’re just having a little fun.”

Dad scowled at him. “I know where you live.”

Louis broke into song again, bellowing lyrics from the radio. That woke up Oliver. He jerked up his head and yelled, “I didn’t do it!”

“Oh look,” Robert interrupted, wrapping a warning hand around Dad’s shoulder. “We’re here.”

Dimmsdale Flats had been founded in 1744, 80 years after the main town itself. Robert had never come this far along the outskirts before. He peered past Louis and through the dusty station wagon window. The tiny town was populated with wooden buildings and the occasional saloon. Men and women dressed in period outfits drifted back and forth across the road. Two horses build a carriage. It didn’t look much like a campsite, but the mountains were closer here than he’d ever seen them before. Robert couldn’t make out the famous Dimmsdale sign from where he sat, but he knew it was up there just a short hike away.

Pappy parked under the shade of a rather spindly-looking building. Oliver hopped out first, slapping the dirt with both sandals. His twin lingered in the front seat, pouting at the book in his lap.

Sheldon was the next to crawl out. He lowered a seat for the others in the back, but in an act of utter defiance, Dad flopped over the seat that was still up. Robert took the easier exit. The wrinkles of his uniform creased in the backs of his knees and practically cut off the flow of blood to his legs. Louis bounced out with a sunny spring to his step. He set one hand over his eyes.

“Ooh, this looks like a super fun place to spend the week! Maybe when I’m older, I’ll actually live here myself.”

“I hate it,” Bennett muttered, slamming the car door behind him. Dad was still inside, lying on his back with his sticky legs straight in the air. Pappy had turned around. His mouth was moving, but Robert couldn’t make out the words.

[Eventually they all get out, receive instructions from Pappy on how things are going to go down, and transition to the campground]

Oliver ran circles around Bennett, babbling about Skittles baked into cookies instead of chocolate chips. Dad hung back, fingering the strap of his sketchbook.

Louis tossed the poles and tarps on the ground and dropped to a crouch. “Okay, so how do we make a tent out of this? I want a dream house.”

“Let me help.” Sheldon knelt down and unfolded the instruction sheet. “Hmm. Okay, I’ll start putting the sticks together. You can get the mallets.”

Bennett tossed them all a snooty glare. “Well, you ruffian folk enjoy yourselves in the dirt. I’m getting a room in the inn.”

Oliver hopped on a boulder. “Yay! Camping indoors!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Mr. Turner grabbed his walking stick and hurried after him. “Bring your heinie down here, you rich pansy! Your parents may let you get away with whatever you want, but I have rules!”

“Pappy?” Dad called after him, clinging to the canvas. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

No response but distant shouts.

Robert hooked him beneath the arm. “Come on, Dad,” he said, fighting to keep a more enthusiastic tone in his voice than he actually wanted to. “I’ll help you. You know I want to be a clown when I grow up, right? Putting up tents comes naturally to me.”

[Tents get up. Flappy rooms with Dad and possibly Louis. Not sure if sleep scene is timeskipped or if Dad stays up drawing / confessing feelings to Flappy. I could see him up all night with lantern angrily drawing or writing his feelings in his sketchbook like a diary while Flappy tosses and turns trying to sleep, and I can also see Flappy being aware he’s angry and trying to talk to him, but Dad flops over and refuses to talk. Maybe both.

Alt version is they go on their hike after putting up tents, so we know who is rooming with who but we don’t have a sleep scene. Also note that as soon as Flappy’s alone, the Pixies will douse him with the seltzer bottle for daring to be energetic with the fun-loving kids. Pixies are really bad at seltzer punishments b/c they have a tendency to wait until he’s alone and then squirt him, rather than squirting immediately after he does something they disapprove of. My guess is there are no indoor bathrooms at the campground. Wonder if they have a buddy system / if Flappy deliberately takes a buddy with him.

They go on their hike up the hill towards the DIMMSDALE sign. Somehow, they end up separated from Pappy. Possibly Pappy was going on ahead yakking about interesting birds and trees, and everyone fell back b/c they were dragging their feet. Then an argument started between someone... Either Bennett overreacting or Dad straight up pushing / tackling Sheldon over the edge of a small cliff. Also I need a joke in here about Pappy referring to his son by his embarrassing nickname, Tadpole. Oliver probably gleans how embarrassed Dad is by Dad covering his face and turning red, so he teases him mercilessly. It’s already established by age 9 that “Everyone calls him Dad” but things like this solidify his determination to abandon the name Tad.

Maybe Dad brought his sketchbook along and he fell behind b/c he wanted to draw a bird or deer he saw. Robert is our narrator, so he pauses beside him to look, and he and Dad have a nice bonding moment of staring quietly into the trees at the animals in the wake of their difficulties last night. Thinking Dad quietly tells Robert that his mom loves deer and he’s drawing a picture he wants to take to her in the hospital. Need to decide if Robert would know his mother’s condition is terminal and if Dad knows he and Pappy will soon be visiting her for the last time.

Maybe Dad just found out (either that it’s terminal or that this is her last week or two to live) and that’s why he’s been so cranky this entire trip. He’s coping in his own way. Dad’s coping mechanism has always been to physically remove himself from the situation (Ex: man cave in attic, retreating to the den / sewing room to cool off after Timmy melted his trophy, sneaking away from camp to cry in the woods, sobbing on the bathroom floor after dropping his invisible pencil, bongos underwater, “You’re mean! I’m telling my wife!”) and he tends to head out into nature alone. Putting him in a car with a bunch of loud kids is exactly how he does not cope. It’s natural he would either stick extremely close to Pappy up front, or fall behind. Thinking he falls behind to draw. Drawing is his escape as a kid. What can I say? He’s a pencil lover.

So he and Flappy bond. Then Sheldon comes running back b/c he’s nice and didn’t want them to get left behind, but he’s super oblivious and loud and scatters the deer or birds. Possibly he startles Dad, making him jump and scribble in the middle of a beautiful drawing, or tear it again like in the car. Maybe Dad jumps up (Flappy tries to hold him back) and all his rage comes out. He either pushes Sheldon over the edge of the small cliff, the two of them tumbling the extremely short way down, or he just runs off b/c his natural personality is probably flight > fight.

Either way, they attract the attention of the other kids while somehow not attracting Pappy’s attention, and somehow they end up getting lost. So yes, pushing and rolling down the hill could work as long as we justify how angry he is. Talking about mom and showing how grumpy he is earlier (especially with Sheldon already ruining his drawing in the car / nosing in his stuff while he was using the bathroom or at breakfast or something) would work fine. They now get lost. Possibly Dad’s sketchbook fell in a stream and is now soaked. Maybe when Sheldon startled him, he dropped it and it tumbled down the hill and plopped into the water, ruining it, and then he pushed Sheldon.]

“I’m the one who lives in these woods! Are you guys really going to follow Sheldon Dinkleberg instead of me?”

[Alt: They’re not lost yet, change “follow” to “believe”]

“Dad, listen-”

Wiping boiling tears from each cheek with a swipe of his fist, Dad turned and bolted into the trees. “Dad,” Sheldon hollered after him, “don’t be like that!”

“You’ll get lost!” Louis shrieked.

“Good riddance,” grunted Bennett. Oliver shook his head.

Robert motioned to the others. “Come on. It’s not safe out here. We have to go after him.”

[They chase after him. Pappy has no idea.]

“Dad! Dad? Dad, where are you?”

“Funny,” Robert puffed, jogging after them. “The kid has one skill in life, and it’s that he’s an expert at getting away from people.”

“That’s not true,” Sheldon said cheerfully. “He’s also our ‘dad friend’ who lets us play video games, roughhouse, and eat snacks. That’s why everyone calls him ‘Dad.’”

[Keep running, scrambling over things and just generally veering from the path. Everyone is intent on chasing Dad and for some reason no one chooses to go back to Pappy, even if it’s an option they consider.]

“Wait.” Sheldon held out an arm. “Be careful of the circle of mushrooms. We don’t want to make the faefolk mad.”

“Faefolk? You mean like fairies?” Louis brought his hands near his face and squealed. “It’s always been my dream to see a fairy!”

Bennett rolled his eyes. “Geez louise, you middle-class people are gullible.”

Oliver poked his twin in the cheek. “His name’s Louis, not Louise.”

“I don’t believe in fairies,” Robert said, stiff-voiced.

Sheldon shrugged. “Well. I do. And they can disguise themselves, so that’s why you should always be nice to everyone, so they don’t curse you. That’s what my nana says. Come on, let’s go around.”

[They go around the mushrooms and keep exploring. Possibly split up. Obviously our narrator is the one who finds him in the end, possibly after Dad shifted and accidentally knocked a pine cone down on his head. Think they’re evergreens on the Dimmsdale hill, so pine cone > acorn]

Robert tilted back his head. There, in the branches, perched a huddled mass of torn blue clothes, bloody scrapes, and rising welts from bee stings.

“Dad?”

Dad hugged the tree trunk tighter. “Go away. I’m staying up here for the rest of my life.”

“What will you eat?”

“Nothing.”

“What will you drink?”

“I can live a humble life with nothing but my own salty tears.”

Robert folded his arms. “What about when you have to go back to school on Monday?”

“I don’t care!”

“What about Mom? Won’t you miss her?”

Dad rubbed his face with his wrist and said nothing. Robert stretched up to the lowest fork in the tree and heaved himself up. “At least let me keep you company.”

[Include bonding scene here if we didn’t include it up by deer drawing scene. Possibly Dad started to open up to Flappy, but got cut off by Sheldon’s arrival. So here, they sit together for a moment of silence (Possibly even watching Louis search the area beneath them) and after a few moments, Dad opens up to Flappy again and wraps up their earlier discussion.

For some reason, Dad falls out of the tree. Not sure if he was mad and tried to push Flappy off, or if he just slipped while climbing down. Either way, he ends up getting hurt on the way down. Sheldon volunteers to bandage Dad’s leg because “I’m a certified camp medic” / has Scout badge, to which Flappy responds either “Of course you are” or “Of course you do.”

Playing on the idea that Sheldon is uncannily good at everything, but like... He literally works for everything he does. He pays close attention when they learn new things and he keeps practicing until he masters a skill, even after earning a badge or being praised. Ex: If he wants to become good at s’mores, he’ll be the first one to the campfire (even volunteer to get it set up while Pappy does other stuff) and he’ll spend the entire time experimenting and crafting s’mores for all his friends, whereas most kids would just make them for themselves. He finds everything interesting and wants to learn.

His main weakness is that he has limited artistic ability- Dad has him beat when it comes to drawing, sewing, and even stuff like dancing / charades. Sheldon is good at academics, and Dad excels in artistic things but doesn’t get rewarded for that at school (and in fact gets teased for his girly talents, even though he adores sewing and designing clothes b/c those are things his mom taught him; she’s been sick and bedridden for most of his life and her teaching him to sew is the one thing they were able to do together).

Emphasize how Pappy keeps wandering away / not listening to Dad, and Dad needs someone he can sit with and talk to. Add this into his character later with Timmy always getting distracted / wandering away / expressing boredom with Dad’s interests. Dad clicks with Mom so well b/c even if she doesn’t always understand his interests, she listens to and supports him (Think about how she keeps using his dangerous inventions in the kitchen, instead of complaining about them). Having someone take an interest in his interests is very important to Dad. Think about how obsessive he was of Timmy for his first eight years, video recording every moment of his life. That was his way of taking interest in Timmy’s life.

When writing present-day Dad, focus on how he’d love to take more of an interest in Timmy’s life, and he tends to bumble into Timmy’s business despite Timmy’s protests, or tends to push Timmy into joining his crazy activities, like building him a lousy bike or dragging him into projects like in “Lame Ducks.” He really wants to spend time with Timmy. Reasons he can’t include having to juggle work, time with his wife, and his own introverted need to relax alone and be artistic (Think about his personal sewing room in “Mice Capades”), and he also spends a lot of time building gifts (Possibly his way of trying to help his wife and son feel he loves them even when he’s too busy to be with them in person). Dad treats quality time as his way of receiving love, but he tends to express his love by giving gifts.

Thinking that due to repeating timestream, Timmy went through an extended rebellious adolescent stage (during those 40 years of Season 7) and became a bit more snappish, often trying to push his dad away. This would hurt his dad deeply, and Dad would keep trying to be a part of Timmy’s life before Timmy’s repeated insistence he back off (both b/c he’s going through a teen phase and because he needs to keep his secret hidden) finally turns him to spending more and more time with his understanding wife and less time with the son who rolls his eyes, sighs, and sarcastically insults his interests. Need to figure out where to place that episode where Dad and Timmy bond over being scared of Mom’s cooking and Timmy wishes she could cook amazingly. Excellent episode for Timmy-Dad relationship.

Back to Sheldon, think about how he spent his money on an intestine-shaped secret lair. He could have built his own awesome lair, but instead, he heard Dad describe the secret lair and he thought, “Wow, that would be cool!” Sheldon spends money on things b/c he has no creativity. He looks at things and thinks, “Oh, I want to help” and he can research how to help (Ex: Turning his pool into turtle sanctuary, buying the Turners exact replicas of all their stuff instead of jumping on the opportunity to gift them fancy stuff), but he can’t innovate on his own very well.

Note to self: Need to figure out what burglar in “Lame Ducks” did with everyone’s stuff. Seems like if they uncovered his lair, it would be easy for the Turners to get back their old stuff and have two of everything. Also still debating the legalities of an orphanage in Dimmsdale during Flappy’s youth b/c clearly we’re in a slight alternate universe here.]

Robert sighed as Sheldon began to bandage Tad’s shin.

[...]

“Come on, kiddo.” Robert took Tad in his arms. “Let’s get you back to camp.”

[End]

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