Hey ya'll hominoids! just another storie i been writing with meh friends! hope you like!
CHAPTER I
The Start of Bad Memories
One misty morning when the sun was rising from the east, a lonely avocado lost its perch from a peckinbery tree and fell into the ocean. Someone was coughing due to all the humid mist in the air and his horrible hacking sounded throughout the morning.
"Major sigh I can't get over this!" he said, zipping up the fly on his jeggings and turning around. His hands were wet with misty fog and they stuck to the indigenous fibres as he closed the skin-tight garment. Peeing in the morning was always the best! No one could see you to judge you, and the puddles turned to mist as they slowly evaporated in the cool morning air. Fat footsteps starting coming over to the beach.
Green and feathered and strong with a wilded gait, Bean the duck came crawling out of his bugout camp towards the joyful gorillion. "J..aaackson!" he mumbled, a broken bottle dripping from his left 'hand'.
"Major Sigh!" cursed the pee'er once again, he'd dealt with Bean the green man before and had left with scars on his heart. He frowned and faced the drunk sugar-cane farmer trying hard to smile. Fingers finding their way to his fly again, he made sure his pants were zipped, and found he'd forgot jeggings don't have zippers. His pants tried their best to look like jeans but it wasn't very convincing so he slipped his hand back into his jacket and cursed out beneath his particular breath.
"Captain Morgan..." Bean drumbled on, "Always the best... the best..." Jackson didn't move and Bean stumbled closer. "I take it you don't mean me, do you sir?" Jackson glanced at the bottle of boose and Bean laughed GAY like... gay.. the word echoed in Jackson's head as he gazed wearily at the drunken goat... duck, he corrected himself. Though it was a strange sight indeed to see a duck making a goat face. The gorillion had tried to make a duck face once and failed miserably, so he was rather jealous that a duck could make a goat face, but that's beside the point. The point is all about the word GAY and the fact that the two males had tried to be just that once. And though Jackson Louis Morgan had left the encounter wounded and broken hearted, Bean the goat faced duck had walked away unscathed.
Bean Gasped. "What?!" he said, appalled by the Jegged male's silence. he must have been making the face unconsciously because he didn't seem to know it donned him. Jackson stuttered. "We were lovers Bean..." he looked to the ground and felt his metaphorical wounds re-opening. "And now you taunt me with that perfect goat-face wherever I go..." Bean's feet stopped, but his heart kept reaching forward trying to make a connection. but his drunkenness held him back and kept him from making conversation. He turned on his 'foot' in a rightwise direction, and began walking away from the gorillion male now. (Geez what a way to get out of an awkward situation...)
Jackson didn't watch him go. "Jackson Louis Morgan.." the jegged male whispered, as if to remind himself who he was. "Jackson Louis Morgan..." he pushed bean back out of his head and swore he'd have a good day.
Jackson Louis Morgan
Rice, millet, milk and honey... Bean dumped all the ingredients in a pot and stirred them vigorously. "I make good porridge," he exclaimed to no one in particular, turning in a circle to grab his bottle of booz, only to find it empty. "Gosh diggidy daarn!" he shouted sadly, and sighed at his own drunken state. Jackson may think he had walked away from their fling unharmed, but that's why he was so drunk! To forget all his pain, misery and the entire awkwardness of the whole situation.
The duck began stirring the pot once more and began to sing... "I can still recall, our last summer, I still see it all..." he began weeping openly and nearly jumped out of his feathery hide at the sound of a knock.
"Bean?" a low, emo sounding voice called out. "Dooya have the rent money? I'm broke again... Bean?" clunky feet clanked through the doorway and a crimson streaked, ebony hedgehog strode in. "Bean! You're drinking again. What the heck am I to do with you?" he grabbed the booze calmly but firmly and threw it into the boiling pot. He got all up in Beans face with his finger poking at his nose. "When yuu agreed to live here yoo said you'd give up those habbits!" he sternly frowned and began pacing the stickly structure.
Shadow Darkspot owned the vacant lot where bean lived.. It was a dirt place behind a hill near the beach with a little grass growing in it and barely any trees... with a little grub strewn about it and one other inhabitant who was 'homefree' and owned nothing but a palm tree and a laptop...
Shadow wrapped his knuckles along Bean's washboard and the green fellow cringed. "Look, i'm.." Shadow stopped and looked around guilty. "I-I'm not mad atchoo Bean.. ahm just dissapoinnedd."
Bean began to sob now and tried to go to his Lintukoto (Happy Place) Shadow left the camp with nothing to say, and turned around as they do in the movies and said, "Just.. uh, pay me when yuu get thuh money..." he clearly was freaking out with no idea what to do.
Bean fell back onto his 'Bed' which was simply a spread of tangerine skins and pillow-stuffing, he began to sob in the wilted moans of drunken sailors and sunlight fell through cracks in the roof to comfort his suffering.
~~Bean the goat faced Duck~~
Jackson lumbered down a familiar dirt path, gathering stones as he went. "I will have a good, day, I will have a good day, I will have an...an... a darn good day!" he repeated to himself over and over again. He knew he sounded like a poor child trying to convince himself of something that wasn't likely true, but he didn't care. Bean was always acting childish with that stupid face of his, so why couldn't poor old Jackie act that way every once in awhile when having a bad day? Huh? Who said he couldn't?
So he continued stomping down the worn path and kicked at some loose dirt. "Why lord? Why does my life have to be so miserable?" He ran the last few yards to the lake and hurtled all the stones he had gathered. "Take that! And that! And also that!" he lept into the lake then and sat on the soggy bottom of it, his head barely above water.
"Jackson?" a slow, sleepy voice asked, and the gorillion looked up angrily.
"What do you want, Big?" he nearly shouted, tears falling down his furry face and into his jegging covered lap. "What do you want from me?"
"Well," the large purple cat said with a blink, 'I was just wondrin why you were sitting at the bottom of the lake. There are lots of fish in there that might bite your rear if you're not careful... and I just wanted to make sure that didn't happen to you. It happened to me once and it wasn't pleasant." He lumbered over and sat in the marshy water next to Jackson, a wistful look on his face. "See, I was going through puberty once, and I was really angsty, so I ran out into the lake and sat down for a long time to pout, and next thing I know, there's a frog bitting my butt... I screamed and pulled him off me, looked him in the eye, and named him Froggy... We've been best friends ever since, but it still hurt really bad." He grinned goofily and pointed at the little creature that was perched on his large shoulder. "Ribbit!" the frog shouted, and Jackson shuttered. He really hoped he never got bit in the butt. But his own dark past seemed to do that quite frequently.
"Thanks Big," he said with a sigh, "but I think the ducks are more worrisome than the fish in regards to bitting the rear..." he stood up and yelped so suddenly that Big also screamed. "What is it, Jackson, what happened?" The gorillion sat down again and let out a wretched sob. "Nothing Big, I just got bit in the butt..."
Nearby, a monkey fell out of a tree...