Just a short little idea I had. If there's a good enough response then I'll continue it. But yeah.
Disclaimer: pumpkin.
Loud bellowing laughter carried itself down the school halls, bouncing off the patchwork linoleum tile. Voices so jubious, they were well beyond obnoxious; you'd have to be incredibly well-adjusted and content with your life in order not to feel bitter spite towards whomever it was that was so full of joy.
The source of this ironically hate-inducing laughter was a pair of friends so close, so insanely similar, they were practically two of a kind, as if cast from the same mold.
Their names, at least as far as anyone in the school knew, were Fanboy and Chum Chum.
People liked to think the two children had named themselves. They preferred this to the alternative of either insanely liberal or insanely stupid parents, despite the obvious conclusion when children name themselves.
Apparently people would rather believe the two boys to have no parents at all than parents who were a little creative in the naming process.
But hey, sometimes the world just works like that.
This is what one boy, Fanboy to his peers, had discovered and accepted over the course of his so-far brief life.
And while he had come to terms with the way the world seemed to work, the boy still found it rather unsettling.
He didn't want to be a part of such a world.
So, at the age of six and a half, he set himself apart, made a separate space for himself with a disconnect from the world.
And it worked.
Well, it worked half of the time.
So long as he was Fanboy (and Chum Chum was Chum Chum) that disconnect existed and he was free.
However he still had his place in the world- when he wasn't Fanboy, when he had to take the mask off- and so he was dragged back into the questionable reality of Lance.
Lance.
(Like the military rank, Lance corporal, but without the corporal and therefore decreasing the awesomeness by at least 60%)
Technically the world is the questionably reality of Lance Tobias Cranapple III, although he had added the III on for fun.
Currently fifteen, Lance had the modest career of teen sensation and pop-culture icon. Handsome as hell and charismatic enough to rally an army in under ten minutes, he could be the next Hitler if his mind was warped enough.
Basically, his job entailed selling himself, his whole entirety, as a product.
Quite the soul-sucking existence, it's easy to understand why he needed Fanboy to escape.
Everyone who knew went along with it.
Chum Chum, also known as Daniel Chulk Chumerson (Or Daniel CC to his fans), his fellow idol and best friend of many years, found the idea genius and immediately followed the birth of Fanboy with the creation of Chum Chum.
Lance's manager, best called a heartless bastard but formally known as Chuck, was more than content with the double identity; it would keep the paparazzi guessing and add an air of mystery to Lance's character.
Lance's therapist, some chick that was the best he could afford with Chuck's limited therapy budget (he'd been very adverse to the idea of spending money on a problem Lance could supposedly solve by reading some cheap, dime a dozen self-help book), felt that it would be a positive way to release the stress from his very strenuous lifestyle as a pop-culture figurehead.
And… that's everyone that mattered.
Oh, and Lance; he mattered.
He was reasonably important.
Like I said, this is just a little thing I'm experimenting with. If there's enough of a response, I'll consider continuing it.