Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Idiots With a Capital
Excuse my lateness, heh. But, I’ve been a bit busy trying to be creative and stuff… once I pick out my more favored comics that me and my brothers have drawn, I plan to display them. ^_^

But, I am glad to say I’ve yet another odd sibling event, lol. Which I’m sure one of you is rather happy about that, heh. Well, it was that time again, the time where mom went back to El Salvador—a small Latino country, which my whole family is from, heh. Well, whilst mother was out, we got left with my brother Dexter, Randy was with us, but he’s left now, cause he needed to go back to his job, so, it was the rest of us, meaning: Aran, Gavin, Jason, Alex, Mike, Cameron, and me. Dexter was to watch us, and take care of us… which he agreed, until Cameron drove him crazy, so, he dumped us off on my aunt… we love our aunt… but dear gods is her house creepy! It’s big, and the hallways are dark, that’s why we never go upstairs. Every time we do, we hear noises… thumping noises, and whimpers… which is where this whole plot leads.


We were all lazing about, Mike—going crazy due to the fact his games had been left behind by accident by Aran, causing him to go all “schizophrenic” on us, and he’d been talking to his Cecil plushie since he snapped. Cameron had gone tranquil. He even hugged me, and poked me. I didn’t do anything… so; he got pissed, and started glaring at me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, so I laughed like the doughboy, and he smiled at me, patting my head roughly… I fell
Over, cause the force of his hand beating on my head made me fall on the floor, lol. I was dizzy, and my head hurt. Then, Aran came running down, which I’ve never seen him do… he’s the “Calm” one, who likes to stare into space, and come up with random questions like, “Do you think Elmo’s parent’s are alive? I only see that crappy crayon picture on his wall of them… you think Elmo is a hit man? … Maybe he killed his parents…?” Oh yeah… that was my daily dose of; “Ten awkward seconds with Aran” lol. Anyway, Aran stopped, and then, he fell over Alex who has passed out on the floor after he saw there was no junk food in the fridge. Aran whilst falling had accidentally stripped Mike of Cecil (Who was now his only friend since I didn’t let him have Vincent, lol), making him drop right under Aran, and get squished, and flattened… I was relived it wasn’t me under there, but Mike on the other got on his knees, looked at the ceiling, threw his hands up, and screamed; “NOOOOOO! CECIL!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” in anguish. Mike blinked, and I could see his eyes had done that thing where his pupils seem to slit like that of a cat’s eyes. You could see his anger. Aran was in his sights, and right there, Mike grabbed him, and threw him across the room, whilst Mike grabbed Cecil, and cradled him in his arms, whispering, “It’s okay Cessy… The fat man can’t squish you anymore… you’ll be all right…” Mike had obviously left from our world, into the world of “schizo-phrenic Land” where your best friends are plushies, lol.

The rest of us went, and helped Aran… Mike had gone into a corner, cradling Cecil, whilst rocking back and forth grasping onto a Game Cube controller, making ridiculous sound affects, and humming video game sound tracks softly to himself. I had gone to assist Mike, telling him we’d be home soon but I think he was too busy humming the “Fire Emblem” theme from SSBM to hear me. Then, Jason came down, where Aran has come from earlier—from the stairs. He was walking slowly, and his feet reverberated throughout the room. And he smiled… something you don’t get from brothers named, “Jason” … none that I know anyway. And I know several. Jason stood in the middle of the room, and then turned to us all.

“Look at yourselves… looks at us! This is killing us slowly… Mike is starting to confuse fiction with reality, seeing as how he’s crawling on the floor army-style, while humming the Mission Impossible theme, along with Cecil in his pocket. Alex is in a coma due to his suddenly loss of access to junk food. Aran is getting his ass kicked. Cameron has been sedated, and we didn’t even have to give him any candy, or slip him some “happy pills”. Gavin is hiding in a corner eating stale Apple Jacks. Our only sister is trying to take Cecil—the only thing keeping Mike alive besides that controller, and I’m being the voice of reason!” Jason has a point here. We all paused, and looked at each other. Mike had Cecil do the same, by moving Cecil’s plushie head about. We all agreed, and turned back towards Jason. Jason still having a smirk on his face pointed to the stairs. “For years, you’ve wondered what’s up there. I’m curious too… our aunt is cooking… I say we take a look to see just what that hallway is hiding from us. Mike stood up, and threw Cecil across the room. “THE BUNNY WITH THE MISTACHE IS RIGHT! WE’LL GO CRAZY IF WE DON’T DO SOMETHING! YOU WILL ALL OBEY ME, AND COME WITH ME AND THE MYSTERIOUS BUNNY TO THE UNKNOWN!” his yelling echoed loudly, and it was seconds after that sentence he realized he threw poor Cecil across the room, which he screamed, ran, and dove for Cecil, then man-hugged him tightly saying, “Forgive me… Michael was speaking to Echo and the Bunnymen… they used their psychedelic powers to make me throw you across the room… don’t worry… we will threaten their carrots later…”

“O…kay… Mike certainly needs a friend.” Gavin had obviously come out of his recent state, and stepped forward. Gavin had already taken off towards the stairs, and disappeared behind the darkness. Cameron hopped up, and bounced up the stairs… I think the bunnymen thing got stuck in his head, lol. I grabbed Mike by his arm, and dragged him up the stairs. Aran picked up Alex who was still knocked out, and Jason followed. Walking up the stairs, Gavin jumped out and yelled, scaring most of us, but then, we continued through the hall. Then, that bumping noise sounded again like when I was smaller. We all freaked out like ants in a line, and bumped into each other, screaming, “IT’S MR. SQUIGGLES THE BUNNY THAT OUR SISTER LOVED AND CARED FOR, THAT CAMERON BURNED… HE’S AFTER REVENGE!!! FEAR THE PINK BUNNY!” I turned around, but closed my eyes, due to Gavin, Jason, and Aran, and their shrill screams, that had suspiciously turned to a feminine tone, a tone that I myself couldn’t master unless I were a Soap Opera singer… And well… I’m not, lol. When I opened my eyes, those three had split, and Aran had dropped Alex on the floor, bringing him out of his (what was supposed to be a) 24-hour coma, completely confused. “Cowards!” was all I could say. I turned to the small lot of us… Mike was still cradling Cecil, telling him he had his nose, when in fact… the Cecil plushie had no nose to begin with, lol. Cameron was poking Alex, and getting uber pissed, and Alex was scratching his head in confusion. Oh yeah… I had quite a team… a schizo who thought his Cecil plushie was his best friend, which I found that funny, like that movie Harvey-- about some old guy who had an invisible friend, who was a bunny, since growing up, he had no friends… and this bunny was actually real, cause he could open doors and stuff, heh. But, in this case, Harvey was Mike… and the bunny was Cecil, lol. I was also stuck with a completely lost boy who just came out of a “There is no food” ‘coma’ and another idiot who liked poking things. I could still hear the others yelling, and screaming, which I would have turned back, if Alex hadn’t pushed my forward.

From there, I slammed into a door. A loud thump was heard, and it was obvious where the noises came from. I was completely freaking out, and then, Alex pushed me over, and opened the door. This huge black thing just jumped at him, and tackled Alex down, and growling. The room was dark, and the only things able to be seen were several glowing things, and lots of short screams from Alex. “EVERYMAN… and sister… FOR HIM… and her… SELF!!!” We all freaked out, and high tailed it out of there. I could hear clicking behind us, obviously following us, and Mike yelled, “THE BUNNYS’ CALLED REINFORCEMENTS! CECIL! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” we ran out of that hallway (Leaving poor Alex behind… I feel bad… right about here >_>;), into the light, and then, several huge Rottweilers were chasing us, wearing muzzles. From the stairs, Alex had crawled out, with another Rottweiler tugging at him, and then, with one final tug, Alex’s pants came off, lol. My aunt had then walked in, and stared. “You guys told me you hated my dogs… every time you come, I lock them up for you… but, now that you all seem to like them, I’ll leave them out.” She had turned, and saw Alex without his pants. Mike stood up, and tackled me down, poking my eyes out with Cecil’s unruly thatch of hair, screaming, “SHEILD YOUR EYES SISTER!” not that I was looking… It’s Alex we’re talking about… my brother… but, I didn’t argue, and I just lay there, rubbing my eyes with pain. My aunt eventually saw how her dog had gotten out, and put them away immediately. But until after an extremely difficult game of Tug-O-War with the male Rottweiler, who had stolen Alex’s pants in the first place, lol. After Alex got his pants, one pant leg was torn, and much shorter than the other, lol. It was an hour after that, that Dexter was ready to take us back home, and now, things are back to normal… except Mike now has this deep bond with that Cecil plushie, and he told me this yesterday: “Cecil says, if I stop playing games for too long… he’ll DIE!” lol. Oh yeah… what a life I live, eh?
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