Handy~ I groaned as my alarm clock went off, making a loud buzzing noise, vibrating off my damn dresser into my head. I yawned, and looked out the window and saw it was raining, so I worked in the back of the house today. As I started working, I felt a sharp object slash through my arm and I howled before biting my tongue. I grabbed a towel, putting it on the spot where it was leaking crimson. I hopped inside my truck and began to drive to the hospital. I walked up to the counter. "I'd like to see Dr.Tiempo." "She's not here today." she bluntly replied. "What are you talking about?" "She took the day off. Now go get your arm fixed, I don't need blood on this carpet," she hissed at me, pointing to a door. I got a really dumb doctor, and she must've been a billion years old. She was slow too, but I thanked her anyways when I was done. What happened to Tick?
Tick-Tock~ I passed out on the couch thinking of Handy, if he had hurt himself. I heard a howl, but that was probably Lumpy hurting himself. Or Handy. I shuffled outside to see Handy's truck gone. Where'd he go? Did he hurt himself? I tested his door handle, to see if it was open or not. It was unlocked. That man needs to learn to lock his door. I stepped inside, the roof blocking the pouring rain from soaking my clothes. I looked around his house. It smelled like pine, and there were a lot of wooden things, projects really. And framed photos. One caught my eye, one of me. That kind of disturbed me. I continued through the house humming, when I Heard an engine come up the driveway and stop. Handy was home.