Vermin History Story (TBN)

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## Summary

This story tells the history of Puddles, now known as Vermin, and how he came to be the deranged scientist he is.

## Story

* Part One

Puddles walked into the room, holding a clipboard in one of his hands. He adjusted his glasses, glancing up at the figure in the hospital bed. “Are you doing okay, Snowy?” He asked, genuinely concerned as Snowy coughed feebly.

“I’ll live.” Snowy groaned. He rolled onto his side, facing Puddles. “Nice to see someone without needles. These nurses keep trying to put them in me.” He rubbed his arms.

“Haha, that must suck.” Puddles gazed at him sympathetically. “I’m scared of needles. When it’s time for my shots, I’m always a mess.” He recalled, his eyes glowing slightly before he shook his head, as though to get rid of the thought. He sat beside Snowy, getting a small book out for them to read. He whispered the text from the book to Snowy, speaking gently as though he were talking to a small child, rather than a fully grown adult. Snowy’s eyes lit up as he read to him.

“I love it when you read to me,” Snowy confessed after he finished reading. “It’s… nice.”

“I’m glad!” Puddles smiled at him.

Snowy glanced away, embarrassed, before his gaze rested on the tv. A show about a knight-looking cat was playing. “I used to love this show as a kid.” He murmured. “I always wanted the figures. But my mom never had the money.”

*I’ll try to remember that.* Puddles thought. “Who’s the bunny?”

“The mage? She’s neat. I like her.” Snowy murmured, his eyes fixated on the screen, his gaze cloudy. Seeing as though he wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, Puddles slipped out, suddenly eager to surprise him with a gift. Maybe it would cheer him up- it must be awful being all alone in the hospital, with only doctors for company.

“Snowy? Snowy!” Puddles called, looking around the hospital. He held the gift in his arms. He had purchased the figurines Snowy mentioned, to lighten up his spirits. He opened the door to Snowy’s room. A nurse was hovering over the bed, hiding Puddles’ view. Puddles walked towards her. “Excuse me, nurse. I need to see my patient.”

She turned to him, her eyes hollow. “He’s gone.”

Puddles stopped in his tracks. Gone? As in… “He’s dead?”

She nodded. She was shaking, clutching his blanket in her hands. “He was at stage 4. We couldn’t do anything.” The nurse croaked.

Puddles stared at her, glancing at the bed. He half-expected Snowy to walk in, to explain to him that it had all been a prank and that he had gotten better. He dropped the present and let out a wail.
He never got attached to his patients. But the one time he did, the patient had died. Snowy looked like he was getting better yesterday. “Where is his body located?”

“In the morgue. He should be near the door.” The nurse shook her head as if getting rid of a troublesome fly, and she regained her sophisticated composure. “I must clean the room now.” She said politely, nudging him out. Puddles walked outside, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

He missed Snowy dearly. He stared at the ground, lost in his own grief. He wanted to be with him, he wanted him to recover and be with him. Puddles looked up determinedly. He would prevent this from happening again. He would find a cure, so nobody would have to die like Snowy did.