Our Pasts Should Not Effect Us (Dr Strangelove x Myself)

Chapter 23 - One of those Time-Skip things

Months passed by after that dream, till now it was mid November. The cold Autumn wind of Fall, was with more and more meetings. I questioned Strangelove why he wasn't wearing a jacket, thus reminding me a lot about A Mouse Avengers stories. 'Winter Musings.' I believe it was called. However Strangelove didn't really reply to me why. Then I thought about the store more, how he was robbed in New York, before coming to Washington DC. Which could be a potential, although whilst walking home one evening it rained, and rained rather heavily. I had to give him my jacket, getting soaked myself.

"Schön! You didn't have to." Strangelove refused my offering.

I put the jacket on his head. "Nonsense, I rather take this cold of anomia then let you suffer." I wrapped my arms around myself.

Although you may ask what happened from May till November, a whole 5 months or so. Lots happened, the Turgidson's got married. I didn't go to the wedding, and I don't think Strangelove did either, but it was rather nice. Since Miss Scott had been waiting rather long, that her General kept promising and promising.

"So what now kids?!" I joked.

"Hush you, I think that's a while to come." Miss Scott replied.

The two of us became rather good friends. Going out Shopping, along with sharing different music tastes. As per usual my taste was much more interesting. The quite old, in my opinion pop songs of Charlie Puth's Attention, Anne Marie's Alarm and Rockabye. For see I was more interested in Eurobeat and so was Strangelove. Though not just Eliane I was becoming good friends with Turgidson to, who much teased me with learning German. The pair of us being Juvenile together, mocking Strangelove with the easy words that were fun to shout out.
'Wunderbar!' 'Das ist gut!'
'Glockenspiel!' and 'Saurkraut!'
It's ok untill you cross the line, of trying to salute the man himself. I learned we play the pronoun game, so we didn't have many arguments saying the actual name.

"Schön! This isn't funny!" Strangelove scolded.

"Oh don't have such a thin skin." I replied, poking his chest. "Learn to take some critism of what you did was wrong."

"I did nothing wrong in the war! You know that!"

"Yeah but your kind did."

He swore under his breath. I took a sigh, he wasn't going to change his opinions right? Our relationship strained a few more times with the General and mines friendship. However Strangelove and I did have fun, we got round to having complete dance routines of Running in the 90s, Night of Fire, and No One Sleep in Tokyo, going on to discover more Eurobeat, creating many playlists on YouTube.

Max Coveri was out favourite, Golden Age was just as fun like Your Sweet Heart and High Desire. Laughing to each other hopelessly trying to sing along. Then we got over to Spark in the Dark and Heartbeat, each deciding that we'd perform a show for each other. You can guess who has which one.

Till the month of August or September I met the Russian Ambassador, feeling rather intimated by him, to soon realising he was just a big bear. Yeah, much of a Russian joke I know.

"And what's your name?" He asked.

I told him, as I was wondering about his Russian Accent.

"It's a nice name, and with such an accent yourself?"

"English but I mostly lived in Scotland." I lied, saying I live here now, when I clearly don't.

We struck up quite a few good conversations. I was often warned about him, but that's just cause of the Communism part. The Ambassador really wasn't that bad, he was nice.

"Schön!" Strangelove pulled me back, preventing anymore interactions.

"The man's a communist and an atheist! The worse kind of people to exist. Atheist's are the worse!" Turgidson added, splitting such lies.

"So?! I don't believe in God either!"

"You're a devil!"

I indicated horns with my index fingers, making him back off. Strangelove kept close eye on me, being to cautious. Really weren't Russia and Germany allies in the war?

"Is not believing in God bad?" I asked.

"America is a religious country, didn't you know?" Alexei informed.

"Strangelove doesn't go to church." I replied.

"You serious? That's abnormal for a girl like you-"

"Hey!" I defended. "I love him alright! Ain't that no one else's questioning!" I huffed, feeling insulted for his sake.

The Ambassador apologised, feeling bad on his comment. I still wasn't happy, but Hannibal often reminded I was gonna be questioned by the curious Silent and Boomer generations. It wasn't like my home timeline. Though at home Strangelove was different, congratulating me on my own opinion. He didn't need to believe in God since he's a scientist. Not going to lie I was taking by surprise, and I wasn't. He shared some parts about his backstory as a child. Being kicked out of Religious class, and oddly enough Art Class. Well so to study for his science, achieving high marks.

Strangelove paused. "Uh yeah that's it?"

"Something bad happened?" I asked, feeling the atmosphere shift within him.

"Was? Nein! Nein! Nichts der gleichen!" Strangelove backed away, going to the kitchen. "Just uh being beaten by my parents."

I got up rapidly heading into the kitchen, well standing outside, just close of the border of his perfection.

"You what?!" I gasped.

"Schön! Out of the kitchen." He warned, giving me a push.

That was the most shocking news I had heard from him, beaten and for what? I began questioning all sorts to myself.

Hannibal Lecter now? Where do we start with him? He's been rather busy, hardly around leaving me with the dream demon. Pinhead coming back every so often to stop him, and protect me. It wasn't out if politeness, Pinhead was bored in his life. No more souls to kill, so he spent his time wondering around here, exploring the void. Likewise I was practicing my powers whilst dancing with the scientist.

'He can't hurt him! He can't hurt Strangelove!' I placed my hands around Strangelove, mind racing and constantly on alert.

A few accidents happening, illusions after illusions. I got round to questioning Strangelove if I had been dancing with him. At least that was true, and he asked why. I briefly told him about Freddy. The scientist never believed me, that wasn't good.

The month of October was rather quiet all the way through, which didn't feel right. I was in my second year course of Graphics Design, after passing the first year. Being invited to many parties, I went to one and was annoyed by Nathan. Chucky did a good job of distracting him, and getting lots of girl attention. I could make my escape going on a dark walk around the streets, thinking about my scientist.

"Strangelove!" I whispered.

"Eh weird guy!" Chucky commented. "Let's get this horror night started!"

Halloween night, the traditional binging movies, with a known slasher and stuffing your face. Yet as much as fan-girling was kicked in, I still couldn't help but to wonder about him. I really had to see him soon. Strangelove! Freddy mustn't hurt you. He mustn't!

It is now November, the last Autumn month. The month I so dread, my Birthday, the holy Christmas, till doing it all over again, and again. Well at least the world was more happy than me, that's a good sign.