Herring Roe

I saw a Wubbzy episode last night that affected my mental state. The best way I can describe it is otherworldly, like something was trying to get in my head and say something. Whenever the show was scheduled to come on, that was the only episode that showed up for whatever reason. It was nowhere near the length of an average rerun either. In fact, it was really short. Around five or six minutes tops. 
I showed my roommate what I saw, to his face, and he called me a nutcase. I snapped a photo of it, to see if my friends believed me, but the picture somehow came up looking like it came from a normal episode. Telling them got me nowhere too, as they kept saying the episode was nonexistent. 
I’m not as fucking idiotic as they think I am. I know what I saw, and I know it’s going to have me killed. I don’t know when, or how. It could happen at the end of what I’m typing right now, but before that happens, I have to spread the warning.
The start of the “episode,” if you could even call it that, had Wubbzy’s alarm clock ring right next to his bed. After it stopped, I thought the intro was going to play like always, but instead, I was greeted with nothing but the muffled tweeting of birds outside of his window. When he left his bed, he looked bored out of his mind, like he had been sitting through a long game of Chess.
Wubbzy said absolutely nothing. In fact, he didn’t speak for the entire episode, at all. The most he ever did was express his emotions through action, but I’ll get to that later. 
He walked over to the slide leading below his room, and then the camera panned to his face, with the background unfocused. His tail suddenly fell limp, and began slithering up his body, curling around his torso like a snake. I heard whispers as the yellow gerbil dude simply stood there, immobile. The whispers were all bunched together, and I couldn’t make it out entirely, but I do remember one of the voices saying something about “discipline.” 
It then cuts to Wubbzy walking out of his treehouse, and passing three of his friends at a playground: Huggy, Buggy, and Earl. They’d say hello to him, but they garnered no response and the gerbil just kept walking, as if they were nothing but mist. They were confused, but they shrugged it off and kept enjoying themselves.
Honestly, this part felt awfully familiar. It reminded me of how I was back in elementary, with being ignored when I was upset and whatnot. I didn’t even remember their names, but somehow, the memories came flying back. I don’t know why.
Wubbzy makes his way over to Widget’s workshop as seen in a far-away view. He walks inside while his friend is working on something, but it wasn’t shown so I have no idea what it was. It didn’t seem to be important by the time everything was done, though. Behind Widget’s back, he began to search through her toolbox, carefully placing each tool he pulled out in a pile next to his feet. Upon hearing the rustling noises, Widget approaches him. 
“Uh, little buddy? If ya wanted to borrow somethin’, ya coulda just asked me.”
Just like with the three kids at the playground, Wubbzy still didn’t respond. It was like he was purposefully ignoring everyone in his path for whatever reason. Were they not worth his time? Did he have something planned? He pulled out what seemed to be a tension wrench, before tossing it behind his back and catching it with his tail. He then walked away to where the entrance was.
Seeing as how her close friend barged in and took something that didn’t belong to him, Widget raced to the entrance to get Wubbzy’s attention, trying to be as kind as possible. 
“Hey, wait a minute, I need that tension wrench for my- wait… why do ya even need that anyway?”
Once she says this, Wubbzy turns around and gives Widget a glare, his eyes squinted. He had this uncharacteristically rancid scowl on his face, which made his friend back up upon seeing it. Before spitting in her face like a rude prick and going somewhere else, he spoke to Widget. Wubbzy didn’t even sound like himself, at all. He sounded quiet, and adult-like.
“Get lost, or you’ll face the music alongside them.”
This instance reminded me of someone from my childhood as well, for some reason. My mother was always focused on her work more than me, and she barely talked to anyone because of it. She wasn’t exactly a mechanic like Widget was, but the more I watched, the more the message burrowed into me like a maggot.
We then cut to Wubbzy walking into Walden’s library, looking for something. He sighs as he pulls out book by book, getting more irritated every time he can't find what he's looking for. He’d toss each book that he didn’t want behind his back. Walden notices, and speaks to him.
“Wubbzy! What are you doing!? This isn’t just a library, it’s an archive! You need to be more careful! Wait, where are you going?!”
Walden waves his arms around, trying to get Wubbzy’s attention to no avail. The only response he got was Wubbzy's footsteps saunting out of his entrance doorway, as if this wasn’t a big deal. Before he left, I noticed he had a book in his hand, but I didn't know what it was for. 
No. This was getting too personal. Walden’s behavior reminded me way too much of my father’s affair. To put it simply, my mother was cheated on. The lady my father committed adultery with literally ran a library. She always told me that I will pay for the book if I lose it before leaving the place. I’m scared.
Finally, he showed up to Daizy’s house. Wubbzy rang her doorbell and patiently waited. The door would open, and there she was, greeting the yellow gerbil with a happy smile.
“Well, good morning, Wubbzy! I’m having a tea party if you would like to joi-”
Wubbzy shoved Daizy out the way, not even saying a word. It wasn’t even a simple shove, either. He literally grabbed the poor girl by her dress and tossed her to the side like a toy. He began searching through her drawers and shelves for a few seconds as Daizy watched. She looked like she was about to get up, but stayed down anyway in fear of getting herself hurt.
After pulling out a box of matches from one of Daizy’s drawers, he made his way over to her, and forcefully plucked a few things out of her hair. The girl yelped with each tug, and then opened her eyes to see what Wubbzy pulled out.
Her hair pins, around four to be exact. Her hair was then let down in a straight, yet messy formation. Just as she was about to scold Wubbzy and ask why he did that, he left, not even saying a word like how he was at Walden’s.
Daizy reminded me of a girl from my class, in fucking Junior high. Someone who was quite an overly ecstatic and annoying bitch, but I forgot about her entirely because she wasn’t worth my time. What kind of wake-up call was this? That also begged the question. Why did Wubbzy speak to Widget and show the most emotion with her, but he didn’t do it to anyone else? 
We then fade to a night setting, with shots of Walden, Widget, and Daizy all in their homes, trying to sleep, but continuously tossing and turning from how rude their good friend was to them. After some time of trying to sleep and failing, they all mutually decided that they had enough. All together, they angrily storm out of their houses. They march over to Wubbzy’s treehouse, and meet up at the entrance. Widget is the first to speak up.
“Did he take somethin’ from you too?”
“Yes yes yes,” Walden remarked, “and I’m not going to let him get off scot free. He tore through my library looking for something, and didn’t even apologize.”
Daizy growled. “Lavender lollipops, that’s nothing! Look at my hair!”
After a few seconds of bickering, Widget ends the struggle by knocking on Wubbzy’s door. She calls out to him at the top of her voice, but instead of getting a more vocal response, the door creaks open. Nothing opened it from the inside. 
The trio is confused, but they step inside looking for Wubbzy anyway, as they are pretty hellbent on giving him a piece of their mind. It didn’t take too long to find him, though. In fact, he was at the bottom floor, right next to his slide, still holding the tools in a slouched position. He was facing away from them, and Daizy tried to get his attention.
No response. She barked his name once again. Still nothing. Widget rolled her eyes and stomped over to him, before gripping onto his shoulder.
“I don’t have time for this, it’s one in the mor-”
Turning Wubbzy to her view greeted her to an unnatural sight. His mouth was invisible, and his eyes were now replaced with hollow caves, like the holes you’d find in trees. The glimpse made Widget back up in fright, and the gerbil let go of the tools he held, all of them landing with a grouped thud. 
“Wubbster…?”
Wubbzy stared off into space as his three friends were having trouble staying calm. Was Wubbzy dead, alive, or somehow neither? They couldn’t tell. Without warning, another semicircular hole formed in his face, acting as his new mouth. Waterfalls upon waterfalls of blue poured out of him and onto the floor, quickly flooding his home. 
His friends ran off, and the episode ended right as the water reached up to his torso.
I took the time to pause and draw a visual aid of what I had witnessed, since my camera apparently won’t give me what I want. After finishing the sketch, whispers plagued me. Begging me to come to a realization of sorts. Begging me to bring discipline. I somehow remember everything, about everyone I’ve ever met, but I have a strange focus on specific people. A small, fixed amount. 
I am going to set my childhood home ablaze from the inside tonight, and spend my last moments getting a good glimpse of how it all started before I go to the lake out back. Something is trying to make me bring “balance” to people’s lives, as it keeps telling me through the cascade of hushed murmurs. But, before I do that, just remember this.
“It” comes once a year, to choose one punisher.
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