Cheat: After the Heist: Part Two

by sockkitty

Brucey B’s original plan was to go to Mystery Island, and you can’t say he didn’t try. After the heist he hijacked a boat and set sail. Unfortunately, neither Brucey nor Little Timmy had any idea how to read a compass (the boat didn’t have a compass, anyway). When they reached the exact center of the ocean, a fierce storm hit. They lost the boat and the money. Drifting along on shattered pieces of the boat, the two wound up somewhere in the Spooky Woods. Upon trying to cross through them, they got completely and utterly lost. Still, Brucey B refused to admit this. They were exhausted, so they lay down to rest.

"Brucey," said Timmy, "I don’t mean to criticize your escape plan, but do you even have and escape plan?"

"Of course," stated Brucey, "We’re going to Mystery Island."

"How?" Timmy asked with a note of despair.

Brucey paused. "I’m not going to tell you," he said, "I don’t want anyone to find out."

Timmy closed his eyes and sighed sadly. "You don’t know," he whispered as he pulled himself up onto his flippers. ‘You don’t know where we are, where we’re going, or even where we’ve been."

"Of course I know where we are and were!" shouted Brucey B. "We were in the ocean, and we are in the Spooky Woods."

"And where are we going?" Timmy demanded. He had obviously lost faith in his friend.

"I’m getting sick and tired of your complaints, kid," Brucey said sternly. "You need to learn to respect your elders. I’m twenty years older than you." Then Timmy started walking away.

"Fine," Brucey called out, "Walk away, just walk away. I don’t need you. But you can’t find your way without me."

"I can’t find my way with you," Little Timmy said, without looking back.

That’s about when the guilty, nagging voices started up in Brucey’s head. He decided to take a walk down the beach. The guilt spread over him like a contagious fever. He had committed a crime and let down his best friend. Then he tripped. He turned around to see what he had tripped on, and there, low and behold, was the million Neopoints, washed up to shore. You see, Brucey wasn’t really a bad pet, he was just a very disgruntled and disappointed pet. The money was enough to silence the nagging voices in his head. He snatched it up and ran into the woods.

"Timmy!" he called, "Tim, where are you?"

Timmy spotted Brucey coming through the trees. He was still disappointed with his friend, but he was still secretly glad to see him come back. "Did you find a map?" he asked.

"No," Brucey replied, "I found something better, the money."

Timmy frowned again. "What’s the point of having a million Neopoints if you have nowhere to spend it?" he asked.

"I told you," Brucey said, "We’re going to Mystery Island. We can use some of the money to buy a map and a boat in the Spooky Marketplace!"

"If we find the market place," Timmy sighed, sitting down on a log.

The voices started nagging in Brucey’s head again. They were terribly annoying, and they made him feel bad. "Timmy," he said quietly, "Whenever we get back to civilization, we’re going to return the money."

Timmy smiled at his friend. "I knew you’d make the right choice," he said.

Brucey was happy for a moment, but that was soon overtaken by another feeling. It was a sense of fear and vulnerability. For taking that much money, they could very well be injured for it. Was it just him, or did he hear someone cock a bubble gun?

To be continued...