Disclaimer: you know the usual.
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Mia sat on the bench in central park staring into the dark sky. Sometimes she really wished that she didn't live in the city, it'd be nice for once to be able to see the stars, with out a trace of smog in the sky.
Lars sat still next to her, but stood to move back when a familiar shape came jogging up to them. None other than Michael Moscovitz.
"Hey, Mia," he said grinning at her. He was slightly out of breath as he plopped down on to the wooden bench next to her. He put an arm around her shoulders and apologized for being late.
"It's okay Michael," Mia said content just to put her head on his shoulder.
"Good," he replied, and promptly yanked her hair.
She yelled out in pain. "What was that for?" she asked rubbing her head.
"I want to eat your brains!" he shouted. Michael's skin started to peel off, revealing a new layer that looked a lot like a pickle. Until his head- skin peeled, and that's when he looked like a rubber chicken massacre gone wrong.
She screamed, Lars quickly stepped in front of her. "Stay close, princess," he instructed. "There might be others."
Mia grabbed the back of Lars' business coat tentatively, ready to sprint at a moment's notice. He quickly whipped out a gun and prepared to shoot.
"Michael," he said warningly, as what was formerly Michael took a step forward.
"What?" the blob of disgusting mass asked. "You never wondered what it would be like to eat a Princess's brain?"
"No," Lars said. "One taste of the dowager was enough. Its disgusting. Stick to the normal people. Besides, when you came to this planet, you signed a contract to leave figure heads alone."
"Screw that," Michael said. He did something Mia thought might've been the equivalent of licking his lips. She vomited.
"Come on Lars, that old hag is much to tough, and ... bitter," he said laughing a little at his own joke. Lars chuckled slightly. "Just help me get a taste of a younger royal."
After a moment's consideration, Lars answered. "Alright," he said. "But we better make it quick, we're starting to attract attention."
Mia tried to run but Lars through her to the ground, and pinned her. Michael slouched nearby and petted her head.
"My own sweet princess," his voice had become raspy, unfamiliar.
She screamed again.
"Mia, calm down. Mia!" someone with Michael's old voice said. It was sweet, smooth, the way it should be.
Mia, with eyes clamped shut, tried to wriggle her way out of Lars' grasp, but he held her firmly down.
"Mia! Wake up!" the voice shouted at her. She opened her eyes and looked around.
Michael sat on the edge of her bed, showing obvious signs of worry, and looking as though he hadn't slept for days.
The room itself was pristinely white, the chairs, the walls, the clock, the phone. Everything was white. It was almost too bright to bear. She covered her eyes against it.
"Michael, where am I?" she asked. This wasn't her room, or even any room she recognized.
"You're at a hospital in Genovia, Mia. Don't you remember anything?" he asked worriedly.
"Genovia? Where's Genovia?"
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I was in a bit of a goofy mood when I wrote this. Don't worry there will be more!! (Not that anyone will probably want more... but hey, something different right?)
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Mia sat on the bench in central park staring into the dark sky. Sometimes she really wished that she didn't live in the city, it'd be nice for once to be able to see the stars, with out a trace of smog in the sky.
Lars sat still next to her, but stood to move back when a familiar shape came jogging up to them. None other than Michael Moscovitz.
"Hey, Mia," he said grinning at her. He was slightly out of breath as he plopped down on to the wooden bench next to her. He put an arm around her shoulders and apologized for being late.
"It's okay Michael," Mia said content just to put her head on his shoulder.
"Good," he replied, and promptly yanked her hair.
She yelled out in pain. "What was that for?" she asked rubbing her head.
"I want to eat your brains!" he shouted. Michael's skin started to peel off, revealing a new layer that looked a lot like a pickle. Until his head- skin peeled, and that's when he looked like a rubber chicken massacre gone wrong.
She screamed, Lars quickly stepped in front of her. "Stay close, princess," he instructed. "There might be others."
Mia grabbed the back of Lars' business coat tentatively, ready to sprint at a moment's notice. He quickly whipped out a gun and prepared to shoot.
"Michael," he said warningly, as what was formerly Michael took a step forward.
"What?" the blob of disgusting mass asked. "You never wondered what it would be like to eat a Princess's brain?"
"No," Lars said. "One taste of the dowager was enough. Its disgusting. Stick to the normal people. Besides, when you came to this planet, you signed a contract to leave figure heads alone."
"Screw that," Michael said. He did something Mia thought might've been the equivalent of licking his lips. She vomited.
"Come on Lars, that old hag is much to tough, and ... bitter," he said laughing a little at his own joke. Lars chuckled slightly. "Just help me get a taste of a younger royal."
After a moment's consideration, Lars answered. "Alright," he said. "But we better make it quick, we're starting to attract attention."
Mia tried to run but Lars through her to the ground, and pinned her. Michael slouched nearby and petted her head.
"My own sweet princess," his voice had become raspy, unfamiliar.
She screamed again.
"Mia, calm down. Mia!" someone with Michael's old voice said. It was sweet, smooth, the way it should be.
Mia, with eyes clamped shut, tried to wriggle her way out of Lars' grasp, but he held her firmly down.
"Mia! Wake up!" the voice shouted at her. She opened her eyes and looked around.
Michael sat on the edge of her bed, showing obvious signs of worry, and looking as though he hadn't slept for days.
The room itself was pristinely white, the chairs, the walls, the clock, the phone. Everything was white. It was almost too bright to bear. She covered her eyes against it.
"Michael, where am I?" she asked. This wasn't her room, or even any room she recognized.
"You're at a hospital in Genovia, Mia. Don't you remember anything?" he asked worriedly.
"Genovia? Where's Genovia?"
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I was in a bit of a goofy mood when I wrote this. Don't worry there will be more!! (Not that anyone will probably want more... but hey, something different right?)