A Difference in Opinon

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(Friz's Point of View)

   We made it up to

the hotel room without another word being said. I wasn't willing to start a

conversation if any of them spoke, anyway. I was a little upset that Gary and

Timler actually overextended our

goal. I only wanted there to be a couple thousand, not ten. I knew there was

suspicion for us now, and it was only a matter of time. And speaking of time, I

was suddenly missing my own. I then growled inwardly as I remember that such a

thing no longer existed. Also, we can't undo our own actions according to

Timler. Not anymore, anyway. What he's done has been etched in history and it

would not erode. Some people still stared as we passed on the streets, but I

ignored them. Quite frankly, I wasn't in the mood to care. I stomped into the hotel

lobby with the other three in tow. There was a palpable tension in the air

between the bear, who tried his best to show indifference, and me. I was more

upset at Gary than anyone else. He was chronologically the oldest, so he

should've been the most mature. It infuriated me to know that I had to step up

as the level-headed one.

   On the way up the

stairs, I started lecturing Gary and Timler. "I can't believe what you did,

seriously." I said. "I thought more of you, Timler. You know the risks of abusing

time travel, why did you magically forget them then? And don't answer that. I

hope you're happy with yourself. Let's just hope this all dies down enough to

not be that much of a problem.

   "And I'm even more

disappointed in you, Gary. You're actually

twenty-two. I expected you to be level-headed enough to know when you have

enough. Now we have the casino security on our tails. I really hope we can find

a way to remove any suspicion we have of what we've done..."

   "Friz, you need to

calm down." Ghast insisted. "You're becoming paranoid. I assure you, the

bartender said he'd help us so long as we explained ourselves."

   "For all of our

sakes, I hope so." I said. I opened the door to our room and went in. I nearly

had a heart attack when I saw a bunch of toddler cubs running around. Feir was

about four years old currently, and was having fun with his fire ability,

working it into a sort of dance that looked practiced. He was also wearing

nothing but a diaper, as were everyone else, but he and Fluhr hadn't actually

lost control of their bladders, so I was confused at this point. Fluhr and

Julio were playing chase, both having been regressed to about three years old,

and were dissolving into wind and reforming constantly. I had walked in at the

exact time that Fluhr tackled Julio to the ground, declaring that he won that

one. Regir was playing with Nick, both at three years old as well, and were

play fighting, or so I hoped. Nick was throwing light at Regir that would burst

before hitting anything, but Regir was dodging expertly. Maybe they were

practicing. The Fallenoak twins were messing with the house plants each also at

age three.

   "Timler! You're

home!" Regir called when he saw us. He ran into Timler's arms. "You were gone

for forever!"

   "I'm sure it wasn't

all that long." Timler said with a chuckle, picking up the bear cub. I still

wasn't happy, but Ghast refused to be in a bad mood and Nick and Gary were

happy to see each other again. Such is the mentality of toddlers. I addressed

Feir first.

   "Feir," I said,

"what the hell are you doing?" Feir started by telling me that hell was a bad

word, and I realized then how much I'd actually been swearing since the casino.

At least I didn't drop the "F" bomb. Regardless, seeing that Feir was in the

mindset of a four-year-old fox cub, I apologized so he would explain himself.

   "Regir was bored,

as was everyone else, so he suggested we all regress to have some fun. While I

was reluctant, he kind of tempted me into trying it. I was curious, anyhow."

Feir explained. "It's actually really fun! You should try it!"

   "I would rather you

and I returned to sixteen years old so I would feel less bad about yelling at

you." I growled. "I thought I told you took keep things in order! It's chaos in

here!" The other five cubs had stopped what they were doing to stare at us.

   "It's not chaos,

trust me. At least I didn't set the rug on fire...more than once." Feir said.

   "You what?" I asked with furiousness in my

voice. I then saw the singed piece of carpet Feir had been hiding with his paw.

I was so angry at this point that I stopped seething and just put a paw to my

face and started crying. "Am I the only one with any sense?" I asked.

   "You're definitely

the only one that's tightly wound, that's for sure." Timler said. "Regir? I

think Friz could use some regression therapy. I think that Gary and Ghast do

too. Hell, I could." Timler snickered, and, before I could protest, Regir waved

a paw in my direction and I felt my body getting younger. Regression felt weird

enough the first time when Regir regressed me to eleven years old so that his

diapers would fit me. He didn't stop at eleven this time, however, and I felt

my body shrinking and I felt panic as I approached four years old. I prayed

Regir would regress me further, and he didn't. Thankfully. Gary threatened

Regir, so he wasn't regressed. Timler and Ghast happily joined me, but they

were regressed to three years old. When I stopped regressing, I realized that

it would be a fair fight between me and Feir, and I tackled him. He pushed me

off and threw fire in my direction. I blocked it with an ice shield, thinking

it better than letting it singe another part of the hotel.

   "What are you

doing?" Feir asked.

   I replied, "I'm

upset, and you're the first person I decided to take my anger out on! I

expected you to stay in charge, but you fell victim to peer pressure!" I

summoned a short sword of ice that was an appropriate size for my four-year-old

size. Feir did the same, retorting at my reply.

   "I didn't fall

victim to peer pressure, I willingly decided to try to have a little fun for

once! Do you have any idea how much of my life has been filled with anger?

That's the last emotion I want to feel right now!" He explained. He punctuated

the last word he said with a forward slash in my direction. I parried and

counterattacked, but he copied my moves. We were evenly matched, and the fight

was effectively reduced to a verbal argument that was punctuated with the

steamy sound of fire on ice.

   "I let you be in

charge for the purpose that I'd thought you'd use your anger to keep the others

in check!" I yelled.

   Feir retorted,

"Then you made a bad choice! I'm not mean just because I command the flames

that claimed the lives of thousands of politicians!"

   "But I definitely

can be as cold as the ice I hold!" I spat. Another few minutes passed with no

other words said. I noticed that no one tried to stop us. Really, it was

because they could feel that Feir and I had such righteous anger that any

attempt to intervene would just have us turn on them. We were also incapable of

listening to reason at the time, so Gary's charm speak was useless. The battle

intensified for a brief moment as Feir entered berserker mode and overcame my

attacks. Having bested me, Feir knocked my sword out of my hand, which

dissipated the moment I let go, and then put a knee on my chest as I was

knocked to the ground and pointed the sword at my throat.

   "Now," Feir said

with a crackling accent in his voice, almost like that of fire, "Let's try this

again with less violence, shall we?" I nodded reluctantly so that he would get

off of me. As soon as I sat up, I was immediately grumpy, and was determined to

not get into the childish spirit of things. I crossed my arms with a "humph"

and sat there, not particularly enjoying the wet diaper between my legs at this

point.

   "Well, if you must

know, Timler and Gary got a little overzealous, and we were suspected of...something.

There's also someone coming soon, so there is that." I explained. Just as I

finished talking, the door decided to make noise. Or rather, it was someone on

the other side knocking furiously. Gary checked the peephole, and panicked,

pressing his back to the door.

   "It's the bartender." He said...