Tbh 47 does give me the vibe of first degree murder.
What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)
Some good news.
I was able to write a fair bit more today, and I'm starting to feel like I'm a bit ahead of the posting schedule. So I'm gonna sleep early today and try to do some of the re-read/chapter checking tomorrow. I might work a bit on the outline also if I'm lucky.
And in other news, we're reaching chapter 50! Wow, that's both really impressive and disappointing for me. (As in, I'm a bit bummed out how delayed outlining has been/stuff like that.)
But to end it on a positive note, I am pretty happy that I've managed to post this far at least. And I'm glad that a few of you are interested in this pretty disjointed and weird story/blog thingy I have going on.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy what's below.
(Dick in anus.)
Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)
It's over. Smelly.Care has dragged Dad to her lair. Hell.
Now, she'll trap him with her cons. And threaten my poor dad with adult detentions. All because...of my own want for that juicy magic power...
...Father...please...FORGIIIVE MEEEE!
Thud!
I didn't mean to put you in harm's way! I just wanted to go to MOGWARTS!
Thud!
Because school sucks! All the subjects suck! From math to history and everything in between! And there're too many rules and none of them make ANY sense!
Like why can't I insult god? Or bring my pet hair? Or join the boy's soccer team!? Or walk in the middle of class?!
I mean, who the fuck can even sit down for multiple hours anyway!? That's impossible!
Thud!
But... no one cares. And Ms.Care just gives me detentions for being 'bad'.
I just...I just wanna go home. Where we can have fun, and look at cool clouds. And eat food that doesn't taste like cardboard.
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shhhhek.
Sliding to the floor, I rested my back on the pummeled dumpster with one question hanging in my mind.
What was I even doing?
Dad was as far as he could be from my reach.
It was too dark to go asking for help...or at least that's what Dad would've told me. And I didn't want to make the situation WORSE by accident.
But even if the sky was all sunshines and raining bunnies where would I go? No one in or out of our school was going to help the 'farm girl' anyway.
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Whining, complaining, crying. None of that would change the fact there was nothing I could do.
...So all that was left was to take Dad's word that everything would be okay in the end...
Right, I-
Demon of inconvenience: "Is that what you plan to do? Resign yourself to the whims of-"
Swoo-
THUD!
I rubbed my knuckles while cursing my rotten luck. Anyone would after being sooo close to bitch-slapping this bastard.
Demon of inconvenience: "Fate? Or will you-"
Susan: "Shut the fuck up before I make you! And that's an order!"
Demon of inconvenience: "...An order? Are you brain-dead? I can blink away your universe. You can't order ME around!"
I wagged my index finger
Susan: "We talked about this! You COULD blink away my universe. Now you're either a bum I'll be throwing onto the streets or MY spiritual pet. And we've made the ground rules pretty clear. When I tell you to shut up, you. shut. the. fuck. UP!"
I tossed one of the half-eaten yogurts at the demon's eye, and space twisted around it. Bending the yogurt like a black hole does to 5 billion lions compressed into a ball. I was both surprised and displeased that it could still do that.
But most of all I was unnerved. Of all the tidbits of knowledge I knew about the demon, it liking yogurt was by far the most disturbing.
Demon of inconvenience: "...I'm not your pet."
I rolled my eyes.
Susan: "Look, if you're not going to get over that massive ego of yours-"
Demon of inconvenience: "You do not understand how ironic that-"
Susan: "THEN SHUT UP! You're the jerk who got me in trouble! So scram before my fist goes-"
I started swinging with amazing grace and strength.
Susan: "BAM BAM BAM BAM BAAAAM! And you're like 'Ahhh my eye! It hurts! I'm such a loser and ugly and-"
Demon of inconvenience: "Fine! If it means I'm away from a brat like you then-"
Swoosh!
Susan: "W-w-wow! Mrs.Fist is going like 'Brr brr, I'm gonna punch you.', a-and I don't know how long Mr.Fist can hold her ba-"
Swoosh!
Susan: "Wooow! Mrs.Fist your-"
Demon of inconvenience: "Alright alright I'm going! ........it's not like you have enough guts for the plan to work anyway."
Susan: "Wait what? What plan!?"
The demon's glint gave a strong impression of a nonchalant chalant shrugging.
Demon of inconvenience: "Oooh it's...not like it matters. Mrs.fist would get in the way and-"
Susan: "m-Mrs.Fist has learned self-control!"
Demon of inconvenience: "Ehh...she says that. But I haven't seen any change."
Susan: "Well there is change! She...she took those anger management classes! a-And worked on her self-esteem and anxiety. Plus, Mr.Fist helped her out. And like he's a really good guy and he's givin Mrs.Fist a thumbs up so like...give her a shot!"
The demon gazed into my thumbs up, it took a while for it to nod.
Demon of inconvenience: "Very well. This plan will be simple yet effective in dealing with any issue you might have with Ms.Care, and will allow you to get a taste of...magic."
Y'know when a cartoon character's jaw hits the floor and their tongue rolls out at how like...much they want something?
Yeah, that's what I imagined was going on with my jaw. Cool imagery right?
So when the demon said
Demon of incovenience: "Now, do you want this Susan?"
My answer was well...obvious.
Susan: "What? Are you dumb? Their's NO way...I wouldn't say yes to this! Lay it on me."
That's why I tried to spice it up a bit, ya know?
The Demon did not seem impressed by my clever misdirection.
Demon of inconvenience: "Very well, to put it simply. You will accomplish what you always desired most."
Susan: "And that is?"
The Demon's eye glinted with a shine that was almost like dripping blood.
Demon of inconvenience: "To kill Ms.Care."
The final section! (Section.)
Will he next end section end with murder?
Or a silly song about porn?
Find out...tomorrow...or never.