Beautiful Lies of the Wicked Truth - Chapter 2

That night was a particular one.

Bloo's body seemed to move like the wind as he sneaked his way to Frankie's forbidden bedroom. His pace slowed as he reached for the doorknob. With a ginger touch, the door opened. But only enough to where he could slip his body through. Tip-toe after tip-toe, he made his way across the soft carpet.

Finally at the dresser, he opened the drawer at a sluggish pace. Using his stubby hands, he searched and searched through the inside of the dresser drawer with fail in finding the key there again.

He then turned and looked at Frankie lying on her bed fast asleep.

"It's got to be on her..." he whispered to himself. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on that morning when she took the key. In her left pocket gave a thin impression of the thing he was looking for.

Bloo swallowed his anxiety and inched his way over. On his way, he spotted something peculiar. On Frankie's nightstand sat a gorgeous snowglobe. Embroidered with gold, and a crystalline ball. But sadly there was nothing in it for some reason. Usually snowglobes had all kinds of different items in them, ranging from holiday and seasonal to humor and other sorts. But despite the beautiful and expensive detail, this one was completely empty...

Bloo focused his attention back on retrieving the key. He slid his hand as slowly as he could into her pocket. When he had a hold of the key with two fingers, he eased it out inch by inch until it was out of her pocket and into Bloo's trembling hands.

He took a congratulatory sigh, shoved it into his own pocket, and walked away with pride.

On his way out, he glanced back inside the room. Despite it being so dark in there, the snowglobe was bright as day. Something was off about that thing...