"Toby!" She screamed as loud as she could.
It was stupid. She shouldn't have gotten herself into this mess. If she hadn't stormed away, if she had just been rational, maybe she wouldn't be stranded in the middle of nowhere in a tree rope trap. Sure, she could get out, but she couldn't survive the drop down.
So here she was, alone in the trees, screaming for someone she claimed to dislike. "Walter? Guys?" She tried to balance it out. She didn't need him. Not at all. She didn't need anybody. See, he's not important, she thought to herself. If Toby were here, he would tell her she was lying to herself. Maybe she was, but it didn't matter. She wouldn't let him be right.
She remembered all the times he had known she was lying to him about her feelings. Once, they were in the garage late at night. Happy was furiously working on a project, and Toby was being his relentlessly annoying self. He kept talking for more than an hour about nothing, but she wasn't really listening to everything. She was too angry about everything.
She hammered at the metal over and over again, it just wasn't turning out the way she wanted it to. Nothing was in the right at the moment, and now even her favorite pastime was against her. Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders.
"What the hell are you doing? Get off me!" She had yelled, elbowing him multiple times.
"Ow, ow, ow!" He cried out, "I was trying to help you. Your shoulders were all tense. I was trying to help you!"
"I don't need your help," she yelled back at him.
"I know," He had replied quietly, "I offer it because I'm your friend, Happy."
"I accept then." She conceded. He placed his hands back on her shoulders and Happy finally began to relax.
A thousand meters away, two geniuses were in an argument. "Let me go after her," Toby begged Walter, "She might be in trouble." He knew she probably was letting off steam a little ways away, but he couldn't take that risk.
"No!" Walter said firmly, "She is fine. There is nothing in these woods that could hurt her, and we need you to finish this operation."
"No you don't," Toby countered, "You don't need me. There are no humans around for me to help you analyze. I need to make sure Happy is ok."
"You don't need to make sure she..."
"I just do, ok?"
"That's not rational."
"I'm going anyway."
"Fine, but if we fail you will be blamed."
"So be it." Toby stomped towards the forest to find the girl he was in love with.
Where are they, she thought as it began to get dark, "Toby!" She screamed once again. "Walter? Guys?" She corrected herself. Why am I even up here in this stupid, stupid tree?
Then she heard it, the beginnings of a thunderstorm. "Toby!" She yelled even louder than before. She had always been afraid of thunderstorms, when she had been left at the orphanage it was a stormy night, but she also knew if lightning struck the tree she would die. Rain was pouring down. Happy was soaked through and through.
Thunderstorms were a loud, unignorable reminder that she was alone: that everyone who had ever loved her had given her up. Then she did something she never did. She started to cry. It's not like she wanted to, she just felt so stupid in that moment. How did she do this to herself? Why did it always go so far? "Toby! Please!" She screamed as loud as she could.
As soon as Toby caught the first scream, he started to sprint. The sound was only faint to his ears, but it was clearly his name. "Toby!", the voice called urgently. Then it quickly added, "Walter? Guys?"
It was definitely Happy. Something was wrong. The rain was coming down so hard, Toby had to shield his eyes to see anything. He tripped and fell into one of the many puddles on the ground.
"Toby!" He got up and started running to find her again. He sprinted for a few more minutes until he was finally so exhausted that he stopped for a few minutes to look around. He looked from left to right and all around, and, though the Happy's voice sounded so close, she was nowhere to be seen. "Toby! Please!" Happy screamed. He looked up.
There she was. "You called?" He asked from below her.
"Get me down"
He quickly found the rope keeping her upright and lowered her down enough so he could get her out of the trap. She had been trapped in a pretty small net of rope, so untangling was necessary. She was shaking so hard she could seem to get out on her own. This was not the behavior Toby expected from happy. He expected violent, angry, and tough not small, shaking girl.
He lifted her to her shaking feet, and pulled her into a hug. She didn't reject him. "Toby." she now whispered softly.