Ever close your eyes, and think about what could've been..
Could've been.

Patrick huffed and he puffed, but he didn’t blow the piggy’s house down. Aura’s bones he wishes he could! No, actually. He wants to take a hammer and smash the house down, grind it into the ground, and dance on the dust. Stupid piggy’s house. How long has he been here? He can’t even remember. It’s been too long! Way too long. He’s starting to loose what little marbles he had, and that’s not a good thing.He heard someone muttering about being stuck here 8 weeks, and his face clouds over, before he storms off, leaving a baffled Lollipop to pick up Angel and follow in his wake. They find a quiet corner, and Patrick sits, grumbling and growling.
We’ve been here for 8 weeks Lolli, 8 weeks! And I still can’t seem to find Poppy or Lauma to get this over sized free loader out of me! Am I gonna be stuck like this forever?
His angry words caused Angel’s young face to crumple, and he begins to cry.
Shh, shhh, daddy wasn’t mad at you baby, daddy wasn’t mad at you.
He cooed at the child, bouncing it slightly and rocking his arms, causing the baby to stop crying. Then the young child giggled, reaching up and grabbing Paddy’s hair, tugging at it, hard.

Patrick sighs, releasing the baby to Lollipop’s care. They needed to go somewhere quieter, so Angel could sleep. They head to the nearest door, but as Patrick reaches for the handle, the door pops open, and a large thing bounces into him, knocking him and the thing back, so they both fell and landed on the floor. A small crackle of electricity flew over Patrick’s near white skin, and he blinked, before turning angrily at the other person on the floor.
Watch it.
He muttered angrily, pulling himself up painfully. Grey eyes glare down at the figure on the floor, before pulling up slightly in surprise.
Oh, Hello Poppy.
He smiles timidly at the girl, not bothering to offer her a hand to help her up, as she’s already sprung up. God, does that girl have springs in her but or something?! I mean…what the fuck right? That really hasn’t helped Patrick’s less than peppy mood, so it’s safe to say, he’s not a happy bunny/ The Sabre Tooth raises an eyebrow, looking at Penguin for a moment. She puts Angel down on the floor, and the Sabre Tooth’s stomach rumbles. Her pupils shrink, and she lowers herself into a crouch. Patrick turns to look at her, surprised.
Now is not the time to get hungry!
He growls at her, before aiming a good kick at her thick foreleg. She turns golden eyes to him, glaring. For a moment, they stand like that, before Poppy does the worst thing possible in a situation like this.

She hugs Patrick.

Patrick’s eyes widen, and his already pale skin turns grey. Fire flares up his flesh, burning and burning. The brown haired girl talks, seemingly snuggling closer to the pregnant man, as darkness tries to swallow him. But a sound catches his hearing, and his brows knit together. It’s like…the sound of a laser, firing up, ready to shoot. It kinda goes “peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!”
Poppy look ou-
Is all Lollipop can say before a large surge of electricity flows over Patricks skin and discharges on Poppy, literally blowing her of the boy and landing her with a thump on the ground.

Angel’s face crumples, and the toddler begins to wail. Patrick scoops him up, juggling and bouncing him on his hip, before turning angrily to Poppy.
I’m pretty sure last time we met I made it clear about no touching!
He huffed angrily at her, looking at Angel and bouncing the baby some more. But Angel’s not having any of it, and continues to cry. So Paddy does the one thing that’ll chear him up, he grabs the little boys foot, and let’s go of the rest of his body. Angel flops down, turning upside down. The child soon quietens and the crying stops.
I told you you were holding him wrong when he was a baby.
The boy shrugged, hoisting the baby back up and placing him on the floor. For a moment, Patrick doesn’t egt the hint that Lolli had thrown at him.
You know Pat-Pat…when he was a baby…
The boy blinks, looking at the Sabre Tooth with a raised eye brow. It takes a second longer, before it clicks.
Oh, yeah, right. Poppy I need your help.