Chapter 9. Donnie talks to food.
Authors note. Technically this should be fan fiction, but it's too late now losers! Ha! I decided to put this on fiction press because it's more than just these Goosebumps games. To all my readers who don't send me reviews… review! Thanks bunch! Meow! And to all my regulars…. I am NOT dead yet! Muhahahaha! I am getting published however.
The reason I have not updated in a while is because I had a lack of music… actually. I do my best when I am listening to music. If I don’t have music on I write short stinky chapters that look like my hair. They look bad. But now… someone wants on the computer… damn it! Okay. I am back now. Enough of me talking. Let’s jump right in!
Walking to lunch with Donal sure was a rather interesting experience. Without the nose of Tara Thomas always poking in our conversations we actually got to know him a little bit. He walked with a cane, and his slight muscular build almost made Connie and I look like we had our own bodyguard walking with us. It would even add to the stereotypical movie portray as well, because of his brown skin and baled head. His eyes, though flitted from closed to open, were wide half the time, Sightless, but noticeable.
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It was never a question on him liking us or not. Even when Connie or I would sound like complete idiots telling our jokes his white teeth would soon be showing, and his clipped laugh and cool precise speech with almost professor like pronunciations filled the air.
“You guys are funny.” He said as his cane tapped in front of him. With me limping on one side, and Connie walking on the other we almost looked like we were his body guards. Walking to the café we talked and laughed like we didn’t even know what the word awkwardness was... even one time I said something so hilarious that Donnie almost tripped on his own shoe because he was laughing so hard.
At the lunch room we all got our trays, put in our numbers, and then went to sit down and eat the lump that other people called edible. The food today was fish, and I instantly shoved it away.
“So Donnie…” Connie started to say but then stopped herself. I looked at her eager to say why the heck did she stop, but she just stared. I wish this other person would shut up so I could think straight. I then however heard the voice again. It was coming in front of us. I looked ahead to see Donnie with his fork in hand. He looked down at the fish, and then opened his mouth.
“That’s right… that's a good fish. You know you want to come to daddy Donnie. You know you want to obey me. That's a good fishy…” he then laughed to himself. Connie and I looked at each other completely amazed. “Is he some kind of freak?” our looks asked.
“I don't know.” My shake of the head said. She looked at Donnie again, who looked back at us as if he could see us.
“Why is it so quiet? Are you two staring at me?” we were, but we damn sure weren’t going to say that. I quickly shoved food in my mouth so my story would at least sound true.
“No! I'm eating!” I said with a mouthful of food. Connie didn’t take the same route that I had. Instead she plainly asked
“Why were you talking to your food?” he looked at the spot where her voice was with a defiant glint in his eyes.
“I was not!” he then scoped up another forkful of food and then started talking to that.
“Come on little pee, that's right. You know you want to go inside my stomach and be digested.” I grabbed his hand and held it there as if by doing so I could show Connie what he was doing.
“Your not huh?” he looked like he was caught stealing food.
“You can see me?”
“More.” I said. “I can hear you” Connie decided to take this queue by mocking him.
“That’s such a good fishy. You know you want to eat it. You know you want to…” Donnie looked like he had just gotten stripped. His mouth wide open looking like a brown tunnel with thin lips.
“You guys heard me?”
“Uh, no duh.” Connie said.
“Yeah it's not exactly hard to hide your voice after all.” he shook his head.
“This is unbelievable.”
“This is freaking hilarious!” Connie boomed. I laughed right along with her. This was just too priceless. We looked at each other and nodded at the same time, saying one message between us.
“Yep. He will fit right in.”
After lunch and after we went to the playground we both stopped Donnie at the gate.
“Are you sure you want to hang with us?” Connie said.
“Yeah I'm sure. Come on you guys. What you do here can't be that strange.” We looked at each other just waiting on him to start hating us. It was a good thin he couldn't see us at all.
“Okay…” I said. “you asked.” We went to the wide open field that held nothing on it, and we just stood there looking at him, he stood there eyes shut looking at us.
“Okay…” Connie asked. “Ready?”
“Yeah, but there's no slides here or anything. It just feels like grass.”
“We use our imaginations.” Connie said.
“huh?” was his response.
“We will show you” I said.
“Ready to play the Goosebumps game?” Connie asked.
“Yes!” Donnie and I both shouted.
“Okay… then let’s go!”
Goosebumps game #2. The turd that licked everyone.
Connie hated this class. In fact she hated it so much she didn’t even try to try to pay attention. As the teacher blabbed on she couldn't help but daydream of bunnies killing people, rabbits shooting guns, and ice cream.
“Blah, blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah.” She didn’t even know what he was talking about. Why did they even have these classes anyway? It just didn’t make sense at all. Just as she was going to daydream again the bell rang, and like running away from a fire the kids all burst out of the room. Connie looked around at the now empty room and sighed. Now that school was over at least, she and Robert could chill. That new kid that just moved in seemed okay she thought. Donnal Buie was his name, and they had already become great friends. He even, somehow, had heard about their little camera adventure. He claimed he had heard about it in the newspaper but she didn’t believe him. After she walked out of the class she saw Robert plunked near his locker with half of his stuff on the floor as usual. As she walked over she saw his shoes. They were plane this time, and dotted with something green on them… what the world? They both lived together, but she didn’t remember seeing those kinds of shoes before. She slowly crept up to him, bent down, and shouted in his ear.
“Boo!” Roberts head made a nasty clang sound as it hit the shelf above his head. Books didn’t like this so they decided to jump out and land on him. Connie was shocked. Darn. She didn’t mean to do that!
“Hi Connie.” He said sounding like he was in pain. Connie started to laugh as Robert shoved the books in the locker not even caring how they looked. Connie's locker looked just the same so she didn’t complain about it.
“You know…” Robert said. My head doesn’t say hi to books very well.
“I know.” Connie said. “But I thought they should get introduced.”
“Your locker just as messy as mine is. I guess it's a blind thing”
“Yeah…” Connie said.
“No actually…” Robert said. “I know what it is. It's the Connie. I’ve caught the Connie.” With a fist from Connie his back slammed into the locker, his eyes looking wide like saucers.
“I don't know. Want to say that again?”
“I think it's…” the fist rose and so did Robert.
“My own stupid fault.” He finished. Connie beamed. That's better. Did I hurt you?”
“No. I'm okay.”
“Do you want to walk with Donnie today?” Connie asked walking to Donnie’s class room. He was supposed to be in their class, but they had to split them up because of the large class amounts.
“Sure. No problem.”
“Okay. Let’s go look for the weirdo.” Robert stopped Connie in the hall, inches from her.
“Do you think all the adventures are over? I mean the camera one sure was hell. You think it's all over, and how do we tell Donnie about this…”
“He obviously thinks it's a joke.” Connie said slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “I mean come on Robert he even claimed he saw it in the newspaper! Now I know you rock at being sarcastic and all…” behind Robert sexy cheerleaders jumped up in the air as they waved palm poms
“Robert Robert he's our thing! If he can't say something sarcastic no one can dream!” one of them stopped.
“Oops, um were we supposed to say that?”
“Like I don't know.” One said.
“Let’s go away before we kill the scene.” The third girl said. They bounced away.
“But that was just plain sarcastic.” Connie continued. Robert had to agree, even though he believed Donnie. Falling silent, they both went to look for Donnie. They walked along his empty hall, and they spotted one lone figure shoving a locker shut. He didn’t have much success however, since his groans could be heard all the way over here after all. As they walked closer they could see he was actually having a hard time with the locker. He was even sweating a little, his black skin glowing in this light with sweat.
“Think he needs help?” Robert asked
“nah.” They both said at the same time.
“Want to mess with him?” Connie asked.
“Yeah.” They both said. They walked closer. Connie was so excited she couldn't keep her hands still.
Robert was just shocked to see Donnie straining so hard with a locker. He looked like he was really slamming into the thing. Cool! As he drew closer he was right. Connie and he looked at each other, and then with huge smiles they both said hi Donnie! He jumped and spun around at the same time. His back was pressed against the locker. he looked terrified though.
“Hey guys.” He puffed. Robert felt he had to say something about the locker.
“Did it beat you?” Donnie glared at Roberts’s voice. Even though he couldn't see, he damn sure didn’t like Roberts’s sarcasm Robert saw.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“But we do.” Connie said getting closer. Robert noticed that even now he was shoving his whole weight against the locker trying to keep it shut. He didn’t know why Donnie was trying so hard. I mean nothing could be this bad right?
“So what's in there?” Connie asked coming closer. Upon hearing her footsteps he pressed into the door harder leaving his shoes sticking out.
“Stuff!” he huffed. The locker, even though Donnie was a strong boy, didn’t like to be forced shut. It soon gave a huge heave, and Donnie pitched forward almost falling. Shock can be the only word that described Connie's and Roberts’s faces as they watched all sorts of stuff shoot out of the locker. Looking down, Robert spotted a shoe that looked like something a dancer would ware. He kicked it up and soon discovered that it was a tap dance shoe.
“Wow. I found a dancing shoe.”
“I found tights.” Came Connie's shocked voice from his left.
“I found something else!” Robert said slowly picking up a piece of paper and looking at it. “Dancing lessons. You come; we teach you how to twirl.” It took him a minute to register this, and then he looked at the tights again…
“Oh my god! Donnie…” Robert started to say but Connie beat him to the punch.
“Is going to be a tap dancing freak with wicked spins and moves. Oh my god this is priceless! But ewe these smell.” She said holding up the shoes and the tights. “Did you even wash them?” Donnie didn’t answer. Robert however shot back with
“Yeah. He's been spinning in the shower so water can't hit him, then the odor radiates into the clothes!” Connie and Robert hooted with laughter at this, but all Donnie did was just stand there, listening to them screech like mad witches in a bad movie.
“Come on Donnie…” Robert said taking his arm and spinning. “Dance!” he and Connie slapped high fives, but instantly stopped when Donnie didn’t even move. He looked so hurt, and so mad at the same time that his eyes were just slits.
“Give me my stuff.” He said through gritted teeth. A little uncomfortably, Connie and Robert handed him his stuff. Donnie had this weird look on his face, like he was seriously hurt by what they did and said. Why? Robert thought they may have went a little too far messing with him, but it was all in good fun after all.
“So… you want to walk home with us?” Robert asked after a minute of an uncomfortable silence.
“No.” Donnie's sharp reply said. With an angry look on his face, he marched out of the building, tapping his cane so hard against the walls that the echoes seemed to bounce back at them on purpose. They felt like the sharp thwacks were saying “you guys are jerks.” They watched him go, and then looked at each other.
“I feel bad.” Connie said.
“Yeah… me too.” Robert answered. They heard Donnie slam the door that lead outside, then all was still.
Donnie was so mad at them. he didn’t even know what to say! He was right by hiding it from them. Damn it! He knew that they wouldn't understand, and Robert with his stupid dance act. That was stupid. Yeah, so what if he was taking dance lessons, and so what if he liked them? It would come in handy sometime in the near future anyway. They were so immature. Tapping his cane along the sidewalk like he wanted to kill it, his mid section bumped into a sign. What the heck was this? He didn’t want to touch it in case it was slimy and or gross. He did however want to know what this thing was in front of him, so with his hand half curled, he reached out and felt the sign. The sign had some sort of raised print letters on the surface, allowing him to feel what they were.
PAWNSHOP. SPECIAL DISCOUNTS.
He liked the feel of that, so with his wallet bulging he went inside. The place smelled old, and the air was filled with dust. It was hard to even think about breathing in here. As he passed by huge items and small ones, he sensed something huge to his right. He touched a large car. About the size of a minivan. Why would someone have this in a pawnshop? He walked in further and could feel the air getting tighter in his chest. This place sucked in terms of air. Jesus! He walked in a bit further knowing there were lots of items all around him. He jumped when he heard a beautiful womans voice come floating over to him from his right.
“excuse me sir, but can I help you?" he stopped in his tracks. He looked at the spot where he thought the voice was coming from. The voice was soft, velvety, and slightly high pitched. She did however sound completely nice though!
“I don't know. Can you?” he heard a smile in her voice as she answered.
“We will see won’t we?” he loved her voice. My god. He held his head up high slinking over trying to show off how build he in fact was. Apparently he did a good job because when she spoke next she sounded almost speechless.
“Um… yeah.” She said loosing the professional act completely. “I can satisfy all your needs, I mean your shopping needs.” He gave her one of his knock her dead smiles and he heard a gasp coming from her.
“Oh god!” she said nearly knocking into something it sounded like. This is one of those rare times he wished he could see. Damn it! Was she staring at him? Was she even looking at him? Was she still standing up even? He could still smell her perfume near his nose, so she must have been standing up still, but barely.
“So… anyway… I'm looking for something.” He said, and her feet made a sound as she gained her footing again.
“Okay. What would you like?” he stopped and thought about it for a minute. Even though Robert had been a compete jerk and all, his birthday was tomorrow after all. He might as well get something now and surprise him tomorrow. He didn’t have enough to get a computer, but perhaps he could get something else.
“Do you have any typewriters? You see, my friend’s birthday is tomorrow, and well, he likes to write. I don't know if you have any computers or not, but just something either like a computer or a typewriter would be good.” He couldn't help but smile at the voice in front of him. Each time he did she stopped, gasped, and then started again.
“Ah! I have just the thing! You’re right I don’t have a computer but I do have a typewriter. I'll even let you have it for free. It's a special piece of equipment, but your friend sure has a…” he could have sworn he heard her swoon as she said “… a lucky young fine gentleman such as yourself as a friend!” he then was given the huge typewriter. He felt the keys and even pressed some to test it out. The keys felt hard to push, and they were so spaced apart that even he had a hard time typing on this thing. He was after all, used to typing in Braille, but still he could probably type on a keyboard if he had one. It shouldn’t be this hard right? The keys felt like they were on these tall lifts after all. Was it just his imagination?
“ma’am. Can you type on this?”
“Of course I can!” she gushed, and he heard her pounding away at the keys.
“Are you sure this will be good? I mean, my friend is a small kid with small hands and fingers.”
“Honey… You’re not a writer, so you’re not used to typing on anything like this. Your friend will love it. It’s a bargain!” he couldn't help but notice that her voice rose on the last sentence.
“Well. Okay. If you say so.” He turned, and was about to walk out when he heard one sentence from her that he wasn’t sure if he actually heard it, or if he misheard her.
“Be careful…”shaking his head, his built arms lugged the typewriter all the way home.
When Connie and Robert had walked into their house they heard what sounded like moaning upstairs.
“Um… are we like being robbed?” Robert asked with a huge smirk. “Because if we are he sure does suck.” Connie laughed.
“Come on Robert…. It doesn’t even look like anyone broke in. this is the work of someone who knows us.
“Ooooohhhhh.” The moan came again.
“You know who ever he is he sounds like he's having an awesome time up there.”
“Seriously? Sounds like Donnie up there.” Connie said.
“Connie we took a shortcut. How could that be him?”
“Well duh, Robert. He’s got the build of a darn athlete. Obviously he can lift heavy stuff! My god. Sometimes you an be such a…” a car horn honked in the distance blocking out what she said.
“You know Connie. If our mom’s ever heard you saying that you would be dead.”
“Well duh Robert. That's why I said it when our parents were NOT here.” The moaning upstairs at last stopped.
“Think he's knocked out?” Connie laughed.
“I don't know. Let’s go see.” They walked upstairs and into Robert’s room. What they saw made their mouths drop, eyes grow wide, and tongues slosh out of their mouths. Donnie was lying on the floor, face down… unconscious.
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“Donnie?” they both gasped as they continued to watch him just lay there looking dead.
“Yes?” came the muffled response.
“Um. What are you doing on the floor?” Connie asked.
“I just wanted to take a nap. That's all.”
“On our floor?” Robert asked.
“I'm too lazy to climb into your bed.” They both looked down at Donnie sprawled out on the floor.
“Obviously.” They both said.
“Hey… look…” Robert started to say then Connie followed. They both said parts of each others sentences. It was almost like listening to twin talk.
“We’re very sorry and all for that whole thing.”
“With the dancing and all.”
“I mean…”
“We just feel like complete jerks.”
“So we kind of wanted to say…” they both said the sentence at the same time.
“We’re sorry.” He looked up at them looking like he was seriously contemplating their apology.
“I guess you guys deserve another chance…” and then a smile broke through on his face. They all laughed. Donnie then suddenly stood up so sharply you would have thought an ant has just nipped his butt. What's up with him? Robert thought.
“I want to give you something robs.”
“Me?” Robert asked.
“No Robert. The other invisible rob in the room who's sitting right next to you.” Connie said with a smirk on her face.
“Ha. You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.”
“Ouch. My poor ego is so hurt!”
“Hey. You two love birds quit fighting!” Donnie laughed.
“WE ARE NOT BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND!” they both shouted. Donnie smiled even wider showing all his sparkling white teeth.
“Yeah… whatever you two want to believe.” They both started to get up ready to pound him to a bloody pulp! Robert got to him first.
“Take… that… back!” he didn’t look scared at all.
“Are you sure you want to hit me, I mean after I got you what I got you and all?”
“I don’t care!” Robert said raising his voice… “Wait…. What?”
“I got you something.”
“You did?” he asked.
“Yeah I did…” a long silence passed then Robert squawked “you are the best!” then jumped up and down. Connie just rolled her eyes up at the ceiling. She half way expected him to lay down and kiss Donnie's feet. Donnie heaved the typewriter out of the box he had been standing in front of, and with a grunt set it down on the wooden desk.
“wow.” Connie and Robert both said at the same time.
“It’s a typewriter!” Robert said as if he were the only one in the world who knew that. Connie looked at him and said
“No way, are you serious? Wow! I didn’t know that!” he just glared at her. Somehow Donnie found a chair and was now scooting it up to the desk. When he was all done he turned to them flashing his teeth.
“After you two love birds quit arguing, I have also included a throne for the washed up author to place his skinny butt into. It's wood, but you'll get used to the splinters sooner or later.” Robert marched over, got right up in his face and said
“I do not have a skinny butt.”
“Yes you do.” Connie said before she stopped herself.
“Wait a second… how do you know I have a skinny butt?”
“Um… internet?”
“Fine.” He sat down and was shocked to determine that the wooden chair was actually comfortable.
“So should I consider this an early birthday gift?” he asked looking up at Donnie staring at his nose.
“Yeah. You should. Besides, you deserve it.” there was no hint of a sarcastic smile about his lips. Instead a warm smile plagued Donnie's features. Robert looked at him.
“Thanks.”
“No problem!” Donnie said changing as fast as a traffic light. “The chick at the pawnshop completely digged me by the way.” Connie and Robert burst out laughing. Rolling on the floor they pounded it as tears spilled out of their eyes.
“Ha! That was a good one!” Connie said getting choked up. They stopped laughing after some time and Robert sat down at the typewriter. The thing looked old. The keys were huge, and they were all black with white faded letters on them. The thing looked like a rust color even. Dear god. He hoped this thing could type even. He started to type a word, and the clink clinks of the typewriter made the whole room echo it seemed like.
“The sky was a patch of blue outside, and the sun blazed down on the earth.” He looked at what he had written, and was astonished to see how it looked on the paper. It was a clear precise black type, and it didn’t smudge! He soon noticed that the paper had grown lighter for some reason. Looking up, he realized that the sun was now in plain view, and with no clouds in sight. In fact it was so bright he had to shield his eyes.
“Ow. What the world? At least it's sunny outside.”
“It is?” Donnie asked stepping up beside him.
“Yeah. It's so bright I'm shielding my eyes.”
“Wasn’t it like cloudy just a few seconds ago?” Connie asked.
“Yeah it was but you know how the weather is here.”
“Yeah. That's true.” She came over and looked at the written words on the paper.
“Good god these are clear! You wouldn't even know it but it looks like he's typing on a computer.”
“That’s what I thought.” Robert said.
“You could so do all your stories on here!” Donal said mocking Connie. Connie ignored him.
“Write something else. Something spooky.
“Now?” Robert kind of didn’t want to do that now. He wanted to do it at night. Connie didn’t know he wrote his best at night time. Tonight and the rest of the week Donnie would be staying at their place because his parents were out of town, and so him and rob would have to share rooms with each other. Donnie was the only one who knew because he heard Robert pounding away at the keys of an old computer one night.
“No, Robert. Sometime in the next ten years would be nice. You know?”
“Okay. Fine. I will. Besides, I like typing on this typewriter anyway.” So Robert turned and started typing.
The sky was a bright patch of blue. As the 4 kids all stood in the empty house they started to have a sense of indescribable fear that grew as the seconds past.
Just then he stopped typing and looked at the words printed there. He didn’t know why but he was scared of something. He didn’t know what however. He looked around and saw that both Connie and Donnie had worried looks on their faces.
“Let’s close the windows.” Donnie said in a panic.
“And shut off the lights.” Connie said biting her nails.
“So it's you guys also, it's not just me? I want to lock all the doors too, I feel like I'm being watched.” They all felt it. A sudden fear that just washed over them like blankets.
“I don’t want to go home.” Donnie said sounding very frightened.
“Okay. This isn’t funny. I'm really starting to freak out here!” Connie said, and Robert looked at her to see that she was sweating like a waterfall. He looked all around the room, because something told him to be on the lookout, and the sense of fear increased so much in him, that he started biting his nails. Hard enough to make them bleed. He looked over and saw that Connie was crying, and also biting her nails just as he was. Donnie was in the feeble position on the floor rocking back and forth. When he spoke his voice was just a mere whisper amongst all the crying and terror.
“I want my mom.” They all did. Robert looked at the typewriter and looked at the sentence he had just typed. It was a coincidence right? He just got scared because he was imagining what was going to happen next. As the fear grew he didn’t even want to walk. He looked at the others to see that they both started screaming.
“It’s getting worse!" Donnie cried sounding like a baby. Robert looked back at the words on the paper.
“Darn karma sucks!” Connie cried. She was now curling herself up in a ball and biting her nails so furiously she started to bleed.
“Do something!” Connie yelled.
“I can't. I'm scared!” Robert replied. He suddenly had the urge to run to the closet, lock himself in, and never come out again. He gripped the chair trying to make he stay there. By now Donnie was just starting to whimper. He was least effected by this, but why?
“Donnie!” Robert said letting go of the chair then immediately plopping on the floor due to fear. “Type all was well!” he was even afraid of the floor. What if it swallowed him up whole?
“But I'm scared!”
“Just do it you idiot or we'll give you something to be scared about!” Connie snapped at him. After she said that however she immediately said “please don’t hurt me. I'm afraid. Don’t be mad at me.” As Robert and Connie rolled into balls, biting their now bleeding nails and even their toe nails, a strange smell started to feel the air. The smell grew, and with a sick sensation, Donnie realized what they had done. They have both crapped on their selves, and not to mention the floor. Connie and Robert both went
“Oh god!” And vomited adding to the chaos and fear. The smell was horrible, and he felt like doing the same thing, lying on the floor like that. He couldn't. He had to end this and he had to end it now. As the smell of crap and pee filled the air He bent over about to vomit. When he didn’t, Donnie stood up with shaking fingers. He was afraid of walking. What if he tripped and hit his head after all. What if he killed himself? A fear that was greater than that took over. He was afraid of Connie beating him up more than falling, so he walked to the typewriter and sat down at it. He was however, afraid of pressing the keys. What if he pressed to hard and the key snapped off and implanted itself in his brain. He started to smell blood behind him, and he heard Robert’s and Connie's now weak but frightened cries behind him. He didn’t know how to type as well as Robert, but he gave it a shot all the same.
The fear went away.
Slowly, he started to be braver. he sat up a tad bit straighter, listened for Robert’s and Connie's reactions, but they were still screaming.
“Oh god, don’t look at me!” Robert’s voice snapped as Donnie turned to Robert’s voice. He wished he could see, but it sounded like he was curled up in a ball.
Robert hated Donnie looking at him like that! He was going to come and chop Robert’s head off!
“Oh god, don’t look at me!” Donnie looked shocked. Just after Robert said that he wanted to sit up, and look Donnie directly in the eyes. Connie stopped crying, and stopped biting her bleeding nails. Robert did the same thing. His nails were bleeding more than hers, and they now lost so much blood they felt sick. That god awful smell was filling the air as well. They all looked at each other in the now silent room.
“So… what just happened here? We got scared I know that, and now Connie and I are bleeding…. And…” he looked down at his pants.
“We crapped ourselves.” Connie said with hysteria in her voice. “Did you know that Mr. Einstein, We crapped ourselves?”
“We did.” Robert’s sick voice said. Slowly, they stood up, and headed for the bathroom to shower.
Connie sighed as she stood under the hot spray. She was glad to be getting cleaned up but Robert had took so long with the damn water that she had to wait another half hour to even get in. they took their dirty clothes and washed them in the washer, and made sure to crank up the water so that they would get washed even faster. She was shocked to see that Donnie wasn’t laughing at them one bit. Normally his immature self would be busting a huge gut at something like this. Instead he looked sick, and a little guilty. Why? She then remembered that he had gotten the typewriter after all. Why did he get something so…. So…. Strange? She couldn't even guess why. She then thought that it possibly wouldn't be hard to get something like that since the person or people selling it or giving it away would want to get rid of it as soon as possible. She wasn’t shocked that Donnie got it so easily. It was like Robert’s camera. When he stole that evil camera from the house she was sure someone was glad to see it go. That's because it was a cursed camera that took pictures that came true. She wouldn't be shocked to find out that Donnie had gotten that typewriter for free, since it was cursed, or so she thought anyway. She wouldn't be shocked after she did see the whole evil camera thing. She then remembered how those sentences that Robert typed came true just seconds after he typed them… twice. That wasn’t a coincidence. The thing was cursed… or had some evil spirit inside of it, she didn't know which but she sure did know that something was wrong with the typewriter. That was like a no duh thing. Now she was trying to think of two things.
- How to tell Donnie about it. Robert and her have experienced this kind of thing before, but that was all they needed to convince them that anything was possible. Donnie would be a little harder to convince.
- How to destroy the typewriter. Things like this couldn't be killed just by burning them. She knew one thing for sure…. Adventure was looking at her with hungry eyes.
When she was all done with the shower she got out, dried her off, and went looking for Robert. She didn't think she would have to tell him. Surely he could figure it out, right? She hoped he wasn’t as stupid as he sometimes looked. When Robert came out of his bathroom and she saw him, she ran up to him nearly shouting.
“Robert, the!” she started to say but he cut her off.
“The typewriter is cursed by someone or something and it's going to haunt us until it either gets really impatient or kills us or we kill it by going on some huge adventure? Yeah, I know. I read your thoughts.”
“You used the typewriter to give yourself mind…”
“Reading powers? No. I was just kidding with you.” she punched him. Not hard but enough to jog him a little.
“Did you read my mind then? God I hate it when you do that.”
“No you don’t.” he said rubbing his shoulder. “Okay… so now we’ve got to…”
“Find out some way to tell Donnie? See, I'm a mind reader too!”
“Ha. You’re such a riot!”
“Bite me.” She loved it that rob was so awesome like that. She loved his care free manner, and he could make her laugh about anything. He was such an awesome friend, and he could perhaps be more than that someday? She didn't want to think about that now. She had other things to think about.
“So… you want to go tell goof head?” Rob said.
“Okay. Let’s go.” And with worried looks, they marched off looking for Donnie.
Donnie sat by the typewriter thinking. That was weird. He never saw anything like it. He never even experienced fear like that before. He thought Rob and Connie were just faking until the fear washed over him as well. As he heard Connie and Rob walking down the hall he thought that they were going to come in all laughing and whooping thinking that whole thing was hilarious. He did however feel kind of bad for giving that typewriter to Rob in the first place. Connie and Rob came in, their feet shuffling.
“What’s up?” Donnie said listening to their footfalls get closer. No one spoke.
“Guys… are something up?”
“Um…” they responded trying to talk. “We have to talk.”
“What’s up?” Connie spoke next.
“Donnie… where did you get that typewriter?”
“At a pawnshop. What? You think I stole it?”
“No…” Robert said. “Um… did anyone want to get rid of it, like really bad?”
“No…”
“Are you sure?” Connie pushed. “Did you get it for free?”
“Did you have to pay anything at all for it, and did the person selling it seem happy to be rid of it?”
“Well, it's old. Wouldn't you want to give it away too?”
“Um… yeah… but that's not why we’re asking.”
“We’re asking because…”
“We think….”
“That…” both said the next sentence at the same time.
“the typewriter that you got has an evil curse on it and everything we type is going to come true because of some mad person or whatever who hates the world so he cursed that typewriter to eventually get tired of playing with people and kill them only to be passed on to someone else.” After that one sentence breath from his two friends Donnie just stared at them, or rather where their voices were at. He just sat there staring. He began to laugh.
“This isn't possible.”
“You want to bet on that?” Connie sneered. “The reason we were in the newspaper last month was because they think we stopped a robbery, but we were actually defeating a camera demon.” Donnal just laughed even harder at that.
“Sure you did! Don’t even trip like that!”
Robert hated it when he used phrases like that. He got way down to Donnie's level, and sneered.
“Do you want to have a little demonstration?” the way Rob said that was just plain scary.
“You forget.” Connie said catching on. “That Rob here's an awesome author, or a want to be one anyway, who means that he can describe anything, and so can I…. IN GREAT DETAIL! Donnie stopped laughing.
“Guys stop tripping okay? This isn’t funny.”
“That’s what we think.” Connie said and walked to the typewriter. She thought that he deserved this with all her heart. She began to type.
Donnie stood helpless in the room as his pants slowly but surely slid down to the floor when his butt was close to the window.
She pressed the enter key, but then Rob dashed over and added to the sentence…
As sexy cheerleaders and half the town looked at it. He figured the towns people and the cheerleaders could have their own opinions of the situation. Seconds past. Nothing happened.
Donnie stood up and started to walk toward them stopped and crossed his arms. Connie and Rob watched as he stopped right in front of the window.
“You guys think this is going to work?” he asked standing straight up. “It’s not. See, my pants still on. See?” they did see all right. They saw his pants slowly sliding down his legs. Both stood with mouths open, and eyes wide like saucers.
“You all are just messing with me. Okay? It's not funny.” He stopped then and marveled at how cooler it just gotten. Connie and Rob still didn't move or speak as the pants made it to the ankles. Luckily the sun was shielding their vision from the front half of him. Behind him they could hear gasps from outside. Donnie looked around, and slowly reached down. When he felt bare flesh, He screamed. Connie and Rob still stood gaping at him. Just then three cheerleaders, just as Robert typed, climbed in unison up a ladder. When they Saint Augustine the brown butt that was sticking out of the window in plain view they all gaped.
“Oh god.” One said so loudly that even Robert heard echoes bounce off the building.
“Um… is this marks house?” another one asked in utter shock.
“I don't know. I thought he was white.” Just then, still not knowing that the three girls were looking so closely, he shook his underside.
“Oh god. My heart!” one cried. Connie and Robert just stood there even still, not even daring to breathe.
“He’s hot!” a third one said. “Let’s get a closer look!” the clinks they made as they came up on the window were somehow ear shattering, and they sounded like cats. Donnie stopped shaking his thing, and just stood still. The three girls got so excited they squeaked, shouted, and even capped.
“Oh my god! Let me get a picture! I want to put it on MySpace!”
“I want to save it as my wallpaper!”
“I want to have it on me…” the other two went “Samantha!” then the third girl went “uh… I mean on my desktop.” People flashed pictures as they drove by, and more girls were holding cell phones up snapping away. All this happened in about 20 seconds. Instead of being humiliated he was getting…. Well…. Praised? Donnie stood with his mouth open, and when he moved to try and get a fly off his leg all girls swayed with his romp. They heard a sharp “ah!” then a crunch.
“Oh no… she died!” someone cried.
“I'm not dead! I'm hot- uh I mean I'm turned on- I mean off… ow. I meant”
“Then the next person fell from the ladder going “wow!!!!!!!!!!!!” crunch.
“Do…do…do…” Connie kept stuttering.
“I am Janet here for ABC news. It seems that modeling companies are now bringing in choppers to get exclusive snapshot and video footage of the rear end hanging out of the window.
“I love this country!” a French woman cried as she ran by.
“There have been two deaths because of this rear end.
“You... You... You?” Robert stuttered.
“Killed people.” Connie mouthed.
“I've got it!” it's up on MySpace, YouTube, and face book!” someone shouted. And that's when Donnie started to have the look. It was a strained look… one that would look like someone was working hard at something.
“Donnie?” Connie asked. She knew that face all to well.
“Let’s all climb up and look!” one girl said. The cheerleader that was still alive was still climbing the ladder.
“Guys I'm like almost there! I can almost touch it!” as Connie and Robert heard more rapid clangs coming from the now swaying ladder, they looked at Donnie. He didn't look too good. They wondered why he didn't move. Not even an inch. The head cheerleader with blond hair at last made it to the top of the ladder. A sudden calm came over Donnie's face, and he didn't even seem to notice. Just as the cheerleader got up the ladder, as close to his romp as anyone could ever get, something warm, wet, and stinky smacked her face smearing it brown. With a scream from the goo, she let go falling on top of the millions of people on one ladder. As she screamed, the goo was still coming. What the hell was that?
“we've…” one started to say, but his mouth soon filled up with what they all knew now to be diarrhea… as Donnie kept letting it lose, more people dropped from the ladder choking to death, drowning, and screaming as they all plummeted to their deaths. People passing by got a nice shower of crap as they walked by. Cars got rained on causing them to swerve, and skid onto sidewalks. It was like a chain reaction. One man was just about to take a drink from his cup when poop landed in it unnoticed. He, the man, drank from it, then with a few twitches, and splutters, he fell over now dead. He, Donnie, still kept letting it loose, and he must have been a sprayer, because it landed on the streets, traffic lights, and more cars and people. Donnie's poop was murderous. literally. Donnie didn't have a clue actually what was going on. He just had to fart, he thought. As even more of it came shooting out and into someone's pool, people just kept screaming at the top of their lungs oh god we’re going to die! It's going to kill us!” as the last of it sprayed the rest of the people on the ladder, drowning and choking them to death, Donnie turned and looked out over the now crap flooded street. Screams of “for the people!” crunch, and “my lord!!” filled the air as even more people either jumped, fell, or choked to their deaths.
“I knew this country was nothing but crap!” some Spanish man cried.
“Chemical warfare!” someone else shouted. “Let’s strike back!” someone shouted.
“I can't do it! It’s so deadly!” even more people fell dead to suffocation. His crap was causing the oxygen in the air to deplete completely, leaving only the smell of the wondrous turd floating in the earth’s ozone layer.
“This is Janet from ABC again… I can't breathe! Chemical warfare! Someone stop this chemical disaster. That man is a danger! Have him arrested!” with that, she fell dead in the street. Donnie smiled. He thought they were just shocked by the awesomeness of his rear end.
“I know it's too much, but the dominator is here. I can satisfy all your needs. His smile faded when he heard nothing on the street anymore, except for people running. A man ran past coughing.
“That’s horrible!” he shouted, then he slipped and slid on the now crap made street. He could only shout one thing as he slid on down the street on his bottom. Ah shit!” When everyone was all gone, Donnie slowly turned to Rob and Connie, pulling his pants up with a calm look on his face.
“Um… do… do… do… you know what you just did?” Robert stuttered.
“You just crapped people to death…” Connie squeaked…
“And do you know what else?” Robert asked.
“Your butt is wanted for national murder, and for chemical warfare… a long silence passed by, then…
“Now do you believe us?” Connie said very softly. Donnie felt his pulled up pants, looked up at her voice and said in a choked voice “yeah. I do now…”
After the whole situation stops with just one sentence from Connie they all sit in Rob’s room just looking at the typewriter.
“It’s obvious what needs to be done.” Connie said.
“Run?” Donnie asked. Both Rob and Connie looked at him like he was an idiot.
“Uh… no. what we have to do is find out who or what cursed the typewriter and why, then find out some way to destroy the curse, not the typewriter, because it's what's keeping it alive, and presto! Oh,, and we also got to make sure no one else finds it even after the curse has been destroyed because he/she could make a new one, and make it even more noxious.” Connie said all naturally like she was talking about her skin.
“You guys have been through this kind of thing before?”
“nah.” Rob said. “It’s just something that we guess at every now and then. We just love guessing. Yes. Once. With a wicked camera.” Donnie didn't laugh now. He didn't think he would ever laugh again.
“In the meantime why don’t we have fun with the typewriter?” Connie asked. Rob looked at her with a grin on his face.
“I like what you think…”
“Isn’t it how you think?” Connie said.
“Whatever. Look. With this typewriter we can give ourselves hot babes, high paying jobs, and a straight shot at college. Hell, even being famous!” Connie stopped and thought about it then shook her head,
“No. that wouldn't be a good idea. Remember what just happened?”
“Yeah. Donnie killed people with crap, by the way, nice going there buddy. I don’t think even a serial killer could have pulled that off. Wow. You’re my hero!” Donnie glared at Rob.
“Shut up…”
“Okay look. All I'm saying is we didn't make that happen. The typewriter did that… unless he had issues before, like at school or something. I'm saying whatever situation anyone types, it's going to make it worse no matter if it's positive or negative, do you get me?” Rob did more than Donnie. He looked like a retard actually just shaking his head.
“Okay… so what should we do? We've got to talk to the person who gave it to Donnie.”
“The chick who thinks I'm hot?” Donnie asked. Connie and Rob started laughing again.
“Yeah. I'm sure she does.”
“Hey she digs the new look!” Robert looked at Donal’s slightly gangster attire complete with a ring on his finger and shook his head.
“Whatever look you were going for, you missed.”
“Anyways…” Connie cut in. “is she still there?
“Could be” Robert said. “Let’s go look.”
When they all got to the pawnshop they all stared at the decrepit building.
“god.” Robert said.
: yes?” Connie said.
“Ha you’re such a riot.” They walked in. the only sound that could be heard was the faint tap of Donnie's cane as it clanged off metal objects.
“Okay. Come on out! We know you’re here!” Connie shouted. A really pretty girl with long flowing blond hair tapped on her desk. When she saw Donnie her mouth thinned.
“I think you know why we’re here. It's obvious.” Robert snapped. She sighed.
“Why should I tell you people anything?”
“Do you want to see the world get blown up, or worse? You forget that I'm a writer, or a want to be one anyway, but I can write some scary death scenes. Don’t push your luck.”
“I would have never bought that thing from you if I knew this!” Donnie shouted.
“Well. That's why you’re such a fool. I only faked being interested in you so your big head could walk out of here and not even suspect a thing.
“Nice move ding bat.” Connie sneered at Donnie.
“By the way happy birthday.” She said to Robert
“Um… yeah.”
“So why did you give it to us knowing what it can do?” Connie asked.
“Duh! I didn't want to have the damn thing anymore. Plus, I want to have the curse destroy the world!” she reached down into a drawer and kept her arm there. They all couldn't see what she had in that drawer, but trust me it was bad.
“Tell us how to defeat the curse!” Donnie cried lunging forward swinging his cane like a mad man.
“Stop!” she cried, and he did. He froze in mid swing. “Don’t you get it fool?” She sneered inches from Donnie's face. “I was ready for you. I put events in motion.” With a jolt he remembered asking her to type on the typewriter because the keys didn't feel right to him. Connie and Robert felt like they all needed to sit down, and badly. Donnie however sat straight down as Connie and Robert kind of slid down, using their will power to still try to stand up. She walked over to them sneering.
“You two are interesting." she said pointing something at them that they now know to be a gun. “I've never seen someone with such will power for things like this except people who have had supernatural experiences… you two…. What else have you done? Did it have something to do with that camera in last month’s newspaper?” they didn't move, blink, or even breathe.
“Was it?” they didn't want to even move or breathe. Donnie still sat straight down like they all were just having a talk about something as calm as the weather.
“After you two destroyed the camera I went looking for it so I could have it. I didn't find it, so I thought you two brats hid it somewhere in the house. I found it at last only to discover that it took normal pictures. I must admit I underestimated you two, have you told your little friend over here about it?” they both nodded. She whipped around and grabbed Donnie by his throat and slowly lifted him up off the ground.
“Stop it! He’s not a part of this!” Connie said. Donnie's face softened.
“Yeah. He has nothing to do with this or with us. You just said it yourself he doesn't know what's going on, and he's never fought daemons before, so he's no threat to you” Rob interjected.
“If he's with you two, he's a threat.” She spat back at them. She continued to hold Donnie by the throat. His sightless eyes started to role back in his head… and hen his foot shot out and kicked her in the stomach. Screaming she fell over in pain as Connie and Rob bolted for the gun, and her. Connie grabbed the gun, as Robert tried to grab her. She lunged for Donnie, but he literally danced out of her way. She lunged again, but this time he spins, and lashed out his foot. It connected with her shoulder and she fell to the floor. Donnie did a pirouette again, and as she placed her hand under his foot he stomped on it hard. Bones shattered, and she screamed. Just then Connie cocked the gun, pointing it directly between her eyes, and Robert grabbed her by the hair.
“Don’t… you... dare… move…” Connie bellowed.
“ow!” she cried as Robert yanked.
“Now, you're going to try to kill us again?” Robert growled actually pulling out clumps of her hair. Before she could get away he grabbed and yanked again. She was scared of the girl holding the gun more though.
“So… Let’s try this shall we?” Rob said getting to her nose level. “You’re not going to follow us anymore. You’re going to forget about us, and you’re going to move out of the city, and stop chasing us and daemons and the like, you are also going to tell whoever the hell you work for to never send you again, or you will be dead.” She believed him, but she laughed all the same.
“You won’t believe me if I told you who I work for.”
“Oh. Okay then. We don’t need you” Connie said shooting at her. She made sure that the bullet came close to her head, but didn't hit her.
“Okay!” she screamed. What do you want to know! You'll know who I work for soon enough, so I'm not going to tell you that.” A yank from Robert made her scream.
“Shut the hell up and just answer whatever we ask you” Connie cocked the gun again; making sure the click was audible. Donnie was actually scared of Connie and Rob. They didn't take crap, and they carried themselves like they didn't want to take any chances. Why did they still hold her hostage?
“How do we get rid of the evil spirit?” Rob said with a yank.
“Only a want to be author can defeat the curse.”
“thanks.” Connie said, and shot her in both feet. As she screamed in pain, Rob and Connie walked out of the pawnshop glaring at the afternoon sky. Donnie still heard her scream as he felt Connie and Robert past them. Looking back at her cries he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor woman. When he caught up with the other two they were briskly walking as if they had a mission to do for the CIA.
“WAIT!” he shouted at the sound of their footsteps. “Don’t you want to know how?”
“We know.” Connie said.
“No. you don’t.” he insisted, but they turned around and snapped “yeah, we do, so stuff it.” they weren’t their normal selves, in fact they sounded scared.
Connie hated Donnie right now. He didn't know anything! He didn't know that what he was getting into was the most dangerous thing alive.
“Why did you guys hurt her like that?” he asked. Robert gave her a look that said “Let’s ditch him, and forget him!”
“because.” Connie said turning to face Donnie. “She would have followed us or beat us back to the house and used the typewriter on us, so then all three of us would be screwed because all she would have to type is all of us die, and that would be the end of it. We don’t need that.”
“Plus…” Robert said. “All she would do is complicate things for us, and even kidnap us again, and we need to do this soon.” Then he stopped, and said “thanks Donnie.” Connie hadn’t realized this before, but Donnie had saved them actually. A civilian had saved them. Although, she wasn’t sure if he was a civilian anymore.
“You do realize you’re in it with us now, right?” she asked him.
“Yeah. Kind of scary. Isn't you two afraid?” they looked as each other. Connie and Rob shared a look that said so many things without even meaning to.
“everyday.” Connie said.
“The first time was hell.” Rob agreed. “And you know what the worst part is? Knowing it's not over.”
When they reached the room Rob took a seat at the typewriter. And started to type.
“She said she set events in motion right?”
“Yeah she did.” Connie said.
“So when something happens to me…”
“Take over.” Connie said smiling. You know I will.” Rob began to type the words on the typewriter. The words that would end it all.
The curse, along with the typewriter, was destroyed…” he didn't get that far when a bolt of lightning hit him dead on. With a small twitch Robert flew backward off his seat and slid down the bedroom wall. Rain soon began to come down in torrents. They were right. She had set other events in motion that they didn't know about. She knew that skunk would try something like this. Donnie rushed over to Robert feeling for a pulse. It was faint but there.
“Robert’s got it bad!” he yelled. By now the house was almost flooded, because the rain was just centering on their house. A crack came over Donnie's head, and he moved dragging Rob out of the way. The smell of smoke began to fill the air as well as water began to fill up the room even more.
“Damn it! This is stupid!” Connie shouted. The house was rocking, flooding, and now on fire as well. She typed one sentence before she lost her balance and fell in the now ankle deep water.
Donnie, Connie, and Robert all had the power to see the future…
Something conked her on her head, so she fell back off the chair. The fire was making its way upstairs,
“Wake Robert up!” she shouted.
“Oh yeah… it's so easy to wake someone up after they had just been” he was cut off by something landing on his head, knocking him out.
“Damn!” Connie yelled. Now swimming over to robs and Donnie's bodies. She decided then to let them sink. She then gasped as she saw something exploding, but it was the house, and she slowly looked down at Donnie's and robs dead bodies. As the vision ended she screamed, and haling Rob up on her shoulders. She felt this useless however, because she envisioned a section of the floor being broken off, and that's when the house would collapse because of the weight. That didn't even make sense though. She dropped Rob and went to the typewriter which was about to float away. She grabbed at the keys. All she would need on robs sentence is a damn period. She suddenly felt something stick in her side. Looking down she saw that it was a knife. Whatever events happened, they didn't need to make sense, she thought. They just need to stop us. The typewriter was floating towards Rob, and he looked awake now. A section of the house opposite them literally split open, and Connie almost felt herself fall down, when a dark hand grabbed her.
“Donnie?” she called. By this time, Robert had woken up and now was clinging to the typewriter. He had it at the end of the sentence, and his finger was almost pressing it, then he typed something else. It was risky since the house was falling down, but he had to or else it would never end.
All was, and forever would be normal once more. He solely reached out to press the period key, when the house exploded. Just before the flames consumed them however, Robert’s burnt pinky pressed the period key. Donnie, Robert, and Connie all screamed as fire flung their bodies into the night…
Sun light poured through the windows as Connie slowly sat up in her room. Wow. What a weird dream she had. She slowly picked herself up and walked to Robert’s room. She had to see if he was okay. She looked in on him, and started crying. He was already awake looking out at the city below. She ran over and hugged him. As he was hugging her he also cried it's over. It's all over. The dreams all over.
“Wait… you had it too?”
“Yeah. I did. It was scary. We all died in the end.”
“I now. The house exploded killing us all.” the toilet flushed and Donnie came shuffling in looking like he had the same nightmare.
“Did you have it too?” Connie asked.
“Yeah. You two as well?”
“Yeah.” They both said. Without warning, they all ran to each other and burst out laughing, hugging each other.
As they all were enjoying a nice day at the park… it was Sunday after all, Rob suddenly said something that shocked them all.
“You know, I don’t think that was a dream. I think we all saved the world. Literally.” Donnie and Connie both were avoiding his eyes.
“No…” Connie said a little too sharply. “It was a damn dream! OKAY?” Donnie looked sick as he added
“Yeah man… that's all it was.” As they were eating a blonde girl with sunglasses jogged past with ear phones in her ears. As Robert stood up he accidently knocked her down, also knocking her glasses off.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry! Are you okay?” she got up and said in a voice they all recognized. “Yes. I'm fine. I'm just on my way to the pawnshop.” They all stopped, gaped and slowly stood up, backing away.
“You... you... you...” Connie stammered.
“I'm still alive yes… now, I got to go. Got a few typewriters’ to sell. They all stood with mouths opened, then turned and walked away as fast as they could. The lady smiled as they walked away. “Come back! I've got great deals on typewriters if you want to stop by!” she then just stood there and laughed as they all ran away. They heard the evil cackle all the way home.
