Slide To Open

Part Twenty One

   Again, the little borrower shook his head 'yes,' bringing around a tail to hold in between his hands and fiddle with. His was a solid black, and would've had a nice sheen to it had it not been covered in dust.

   "Shit," Jack muttered under his breath, turning to face Drizzle. "You know that means..."

"We moved," Drizzle completed, already well aware. "Sam is far away, now."

   "Sit down, baby," Jack guided his wife to the floor and let her flop into his arms. It seemed that for the moment, Drizzle was in utter shock at the news, and her tears weren't able to fall for the life of her.

   "We'll find him, Drizzle," Jack stated as he rubbed his wife's back. "We will find our son if it's the last thing we do."

———————————————————————————

  Current Day

   "You're...what?"

   "My son," Drizzle stood as tall as she could, eyeing the human from the bookshelf. It took far too much courage for her to continue, and everything in her body screamed for her to run. But she heard the human's phone. She heard a voice that seemed all too familiar, coating her ears like honey until she couldn't take it anymore. Drizzle heard her son on that phone, and she went against her own will to find out why.

   "I don't...you...I'm sorry, what?" Skip stood still, shell shocked as ever, gaping at the little women on the wooden shelf. She looked like Sam. In the blue-black hair that draped down her shoulders, in the sharp features that seemed almost elvish in nature, and in the long tail that drooped from behind, as if it were pulling her further away from him. This lady was no doubt the same species as his friend, but Sam's mother was dead. Besides, she looked far too young to be his mother, anyways.

   "Sammy," Drizzle's voice cracked. "You were talking with him on your phone. What have you done with him?"

   "Um...I think there's some misunderstanding here-"

   "Where is he?!" The lady screamed, so loud Skip wouldn't think twice about her size if he wasn't already aware.

   "Back at my friends home. He's been there since he was born. My friends and I found him not too long ago-"

   "Did you hurt him?"

   "No, ma'am," Skip concluded, suddenly way too eager to get her to stop yelling. He dealt with enough judgemental parents in his past, he didn't need another one criticizing him for doing nothing wrong. "He's our friend."

   "How do I know you're not lying, then?"

   "...um, I don't know? What proof do you want?"

   Drizzle hadn't thought that far, actually. She could ask to speak with him, but had a feeling that talking with her son over the phone for the first time in years would not bode well. That is, if the human was telling the truth, and by the looks of it, this human was not a very honest person.

   "Give me a picture. If you're telling the truth, show me a picture of him."

   "Okay?" Skip muttered, taking his phone out and scrolling through the camera roll for any evidence that Sam was his friend. He could show the image that Sam first sent to the group chat before they knew of him, but it was blurry and unreliable at best. Instead, he sent a quick text to Elijah, knowing his phone was already loaded with pictures that he would squeal over if given the opportunity.

Skipperrr: send me a pic of Sam

Skipperrr: like rn

E_J_K: lol why