She didn't know how P.B. was going to react to seeing Psycho Doughboy at their apartment, a frankly she didn't give a damn. She was more worried about how she was going to juggle taking care of little Todd and D-boy at the same time. Todd seemed, at that point and time, the simple task, when D-boy was going to be the thorn in her fucking side.
Understatement of the fucking century…
Sis glanced over her shoulder as she stuffed frozen fruits, kale, Greek yogurt, and juice into an oversized blender that only the 90's had to offer. He was there, sitting in the far right corner of the small apartment, arms wrapped around his pencil-thin legs as he pressed them against his bony chest, chin resting on his knees as his loathing spiraled baby blue eyes stayed glued onto Sis's back. As soon as the two entered the apartment Psycho Doughboy walked over and sat in the corner, refusing to move even a little from the spot. He was acting like a pouting child.
Sis stared at him for a little longer, and then turned back to the blender.
For some unknown reason, Psycho Doughboy never tore his eyes off Sis's back, making Sis somewhat reluctant to face her back to him. Being glued to him was enough to know that you never turn your back on someone. Even a person of his own kin.
Sis turned on the blender, the loud noise ringing in her ears and drowning out the outside noise of the city along with the memories that were slowly surfacing. Her one lifeless eye stared blankly at the blender as her small slender right hand stayed planted on the top of the blender.
The color in the blender slowly turned from a pale pink to a bright red, the frozen strawberries inside it hitting against the blade so loudly that it sounded as if it was about to explode. Sis frowned at the thought.
That didn't fit right to her…
Staring at the blender the pale pink turned into a crimson red that Sis was all too familiar with. The liquid bubbled over the sealed top and spilled over onto her left hand that held onto the side, her hand refusing to move from its spot as more and more crimson liquid poured down onto the old kitchen counter and dripping down on the wooden flooring below. Like murky river water, an eyeball press against the glass of the blender along with a few fingers as Sis kept staring at the sight before her with half lidded eyes.
Ah, there we go.
Like blending human flesh…
That fit right.
She pressed the off button, her one good left eye refusing to turn away from the blender. It was interesting to say the least, but to see a deep blue eye staring back at her was the cherry on the top.
Psycho Doughboy tapped his slender index finger on his upper arm as he kept his gaze locked onto Sis, his hate filled eyes investigating her form with every action she performed as if he were a vulture waiting for a wounded animal to drop. She reached for an empty glass next to her with her left hand as she kept sights locked in front of her, the deep blue eye in the blender never breaking its dead stare from her own.
She blinked only once, and the blood filled blender was returned to its former state.
Sis cold lifeless eyes turned dark, a sneer coming across her face.
Psycho Doughboy's index finger stopped in the middle of tapping his upper arm.
She needed coffee.
Filling the glass to its fullest and putting the blender in the sink to wash later, she turned to see that Psycho Doughboy was still staring at her from his spot, his baby blue eyes having a slight spark in them as his facial expression stated blank. The two stared at one another, neither wanting to break the silence. Sis stood tall with a bland expression plastered on her face, her one good eye staring down at Psycho Doughboy as a business feel filled the air in the small apartment. Walking slowly over to him and stopping in front on him, she held out the smoothie to him.
He didn't move.
"Here," she mumbled, holding the cold beverage out towards him.
Psycho Doughboy investigated the bright red smoothie in her hand, a look of questioning crossing his pale sunken in face as his thin black eyebrow raised slightly. He growled at the same time a look of disgust crossed his face, looking away from the drink to Sis.
"I'm not drinking that," he hissed lowly.
Sis didn't react to this.
"You don't have a choice," she replied calmly, "You've deprived your body of food for so long that you have to build your way up to solid foods. Starting with," she shook the smoothie slightly.
Psycho Doughboy snarled.
"No."
Sis pulled the drink away from him, scanning him slowly as she thought this over. She turned away from him and walked over to the dusty beat up refrigerator that she had got, opening the freezer and placing the drink in it.
"Okay, if you say so," she said, shrugging her shoulders in an offhand-ish way. "I'm not going to tell you twice."
Sis glanced over her shoulder to the clock sitting on her T.V.
2:37 P.M.
"Look, I have some things to go do."
Sis walked towards the front door, placing her hand on the doorknob as Psycho Doughboy watched her do so.
"You can do what you want in here," Sis said. "The T.V. didn't come with a remote when I got it from Nny's place, so you'll have to change it manually, and the restroom has a shower if you want to wash up a bit."
Psycho Doughboy didn't say anything.
"Right," she mumbled, her face falling. "You don't care."
With that Sis opened the door and closed it behind her, mumbling to herself as she tried to figure out why the hell she agreed to this shit.
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Sis returned twenty minutes later, a brown bag in her right hand as the smell of grease filled the air. Psycho Doughboy was still sitting in the corner of the room, but his baby blue eyes locked back onto Sis as soon as the door opened and she entered. Sis walked over to him after shutting the door closed behind her, the brown bag filled with greasy fast food pulling Psycho Doughboy's attention towards it as his stomach began to growl in hunger. Her black Convers squeaked under the wooden flooring with each step she took.
She stopped in front of him, and then smiled widely only to make herself look crazed yet again.
"Seeing as how you don't want to drink the smoothie that I gave you," she placed the brown bag down in front of him, his baby blue eyes following it like a hungry animal. "I brought you something a little bit more to your liking…"
Sis bowed before him, saying happily, "bon appetite!"
Psycho Doughboy investigated the bag with questioning eyes as he out stretched his hand to grab the greasy bag and opened it slowly to peer inside it.
"What is it," he asked, raising his right eyebrow slightly.
Sis tilled her head to the side with a smirk on her rosy red lips, answering, "Double cheese burger with a large fry and apple pie…"
Psycho Doughboy glared at her, and then looked back inside the brown bag hungrily.
Sis glanced to the clock on top of the T.V.
3:29 P.M.
"I'm not one for apple pie."
Sis shrugged her shoulders.
"Then don't eat it," she answered calmly, placing her hands behind her back. "P.B. or I will eat it later."
She turned her back to him and walked back to the front door, saying calmly, "I have to go pick up Todd from school; I'll be back with P.B. and we'll see what's good on T.V. to watch tonight."
Psycho Doughboy didn't responded, only stared at the bag then back to her shortly after.
She didn't expect him to say anything, when she was waiting on him hand and foot he never thanked her. She didn't think Psycho Doughboy to be far from the same-
"Thank you."
Sis blinked in shock, turning around and staring at him as if he had just did the unimaginable. He glared at her, but then pulled out his food and set it in front of him with nothing else to say to her.
She stared at him, and then chuckled softly.
"The pleasures all mine…"
She smirked to herself, opening the door and walking out as she closed the door behind her.
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P.B. was sitting on Todd's shoulder, glancing at Sis every now and again with a frown on his face, his lime green spiraled eyes having a slight spark in them. Sis didn't care to look back at P.B. knowing fully well that he was staring at her in what seemed to be suspicion. He had to have had an inkling that something new had went on when he was gone with Todd to school. Todd looked back and forth between the two, the air becoming thick around them to the point that Todd feared that he would be crushed by the thick air like a bug, which is preposterous but the boy feared everything and anything.
"So, Todd," Sis started, sliding her hands into her jean pockets. "How was school?"
Todd glanced down to his feet, fumbling with his hands in nervousness as Sis watched him from the corner of her eye.
"I-It was fine," he said quietly, looking up at Sis with his head lowered. "We had a pop quiz today and half the kids failed and were thrown into the bagger pit in the gym."
Sis nodded her head at this slowly, keeping her sights in front of her as the three walked down the street.
"Anything else?"
He tensed and paled as his eyes widened.
Sis frowned at this.
"Well?"
Todd sunk slightly as P.B. shot him a glare.
Sis turned her eyes to P.B., making him flinch seeing as how he was caught trying to scare Todd into not saying anything.
"Well… P.B. snuck into the lunchroom during recess and stuck a can of beans into the microwave, making it explode and catch half the school on fire…"
Sis frowned at this new tid-bit and tapped her chin in deep thought.
"Is that why it smelled like baked beans when I picked you up," she asked, pulling her hand away from her chin and holding it up in the air slightly, her right eyebrow raised slightly.
Todd nodded his head, finding it strange that she didn't notice that half the school was burned down along with the black smoke that filled the air around them as they walked away from the school.
Not only that, but baggers were running wild and attacking passing pedestrians.
Todd stopped walking and screamed in fear seeing a man in front of them get dragged into a bush by a bagger as he reached out and screamed for help. With the blink of an eye, the bagger pulled the man into the darkness, a blood curdling scream stabbing into the little boy's ears.
Sis shrugged her shoulders, staring at where the man had once been for a moment and then continued to walk forward. Todd squeaked in fright seeing Sis walk ahead of him a little bit and dashed after her to be close to her side, holding onto her pants leg as the baggers around them ran rabid. P.B. jumped from Todd's shoulder to Sis's, his lime green spiraled eyes gluing onto the side of her face as a cunning smile formed on his lips.
"You miss me?" he asked happily, wrapping his left arm around her neck and squeezing his form against the right side of her face.
Sis didn't care to turn her eyes towards him.
"I missed you like one would miss crabs."
P.B. blinked in shock as the smile on his face vanished in seconds flat.
"You reek of beans."
"You reek of misery." he snapped back cold into her ear.
"Misery has a smell to it?" Sis asked with a deep frown on her face.
"Well, yeah. It smells like tears, dirt, and blueberry toaster strudels."
Sis gave P.B. a dumbfounded look as P.B. placed his head on top of hers' and Todd tilled his head at the new discussion at hand.
"Blueberry… toaster strudels…?"
"Yep."
"You're fucking with me."
"Nope."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow," Sis mumbled, lowering her eyes to the sidewalk in deep thought. "Why is that?"
"I don't know… It's a mystery to me really."
"Toaster strudels scare me," Todd piped up, getting Sis and P.B.'s attention. "I put one in a toaster once, and a genie came out of it and cursed my daddy with uncontrollable bowel movements because I disrupted his sleep."
P.B. and Sis looked at Todd in shock and confusion as the little boy shot his wide eyes around the area as if just speaking about the genie would bring him back.
Sis cleared her throat, saying shortly after words as her left eye twitch, "That's…lovely to hear…"
"I still can't stop thinking about his pops shitting himself…"
Todd's house came into view, making the conversation stop and Sis's sights lower to the little boy holding onto her pants leg. His face seemed to drop as his child like eyes went from his house up to Sis and P.B. and then back. P.B. seemed to sadden seeing Todd act this way when Sis only watched Todd closely with her emotionless blue left eye. She lowered her right hand onto the top of Todd's head, patting it as Todd glanced up to her with a small smile.
"I'll come over before your bedtime to say goodnight," she stated, brushing his black hair around.
"Okay, Ms. Sis," Todd replied quietly.
"Do you have any homework?"
"'No."
Sis investigated him closely, and then nodded her head seeing no signs of him lying to her.
"Alright, see you tonight."
With that, Todd walked up to his house, glancing back before opening the door to wave to her, and entered the old two story house. Sis waited outside for a moment, staring at the front door as P.B. tried to stare into the window of the house to see any sign of life in the darkness, finding himself growing attached to the little guy.
"You think he's gonna be alright?"
Sis didn't tear her gaze from the front door, being afraid if that she did her sights would land on the shack of a house next to it.
"He's made it this long," she mumbled, turning her back to the house to walk back to town. "He'll be fine."
"So," P.B. said happily, crawling onto the top of her head to sit on it. "Why're we heading to Wally's World?"
Sis growled and cursed to herself under her breath.
"I wish you would cease reading my inner most thoughts…"
P.B. chuckled dryly at this.
"Trust me babe, you don't have anything very interesting in there anyway. Not even a single embarrassing thought or tasty lust filled fantasy. Quiet bland really."
"Poor you," Sis said in a sarcastic way, itching the side of her face with closed eyes. "I couldn't imagine how terrible it must be to be stuck with such a boring person."
P.B. smirked to himself.
"Don't worry; you won't be boring here soon."
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Sis entered her small apartment, P.B. eating a soft pretzel as he sat on her right shoulder and held onto a rubber duck that he had talked her into buying after threating to tip over an entire display shelf of pickled eggs. She played with the bottle of tums in her left hand as she glanced around the small room to see that Psycho Doughboy's corner was empty, the T.V. turned on to a channel with nothing more than show tunes. She cringed at the singing and shivered seeing the fat woman on the T.V. sing off key. Sis knew she must have been bad if she knew that the woman was singing off key seeing as how she hadn't sung a day in her life.
That she could recall.
But she hated singing and music, so that was a good indicator that she hadn't sung.
Sis's attention went to the bathroom hearing the all too familiar noise of someone vomiting entering her ears, a small smile creeping on her rosy red lips.
Just as she had planned.
P.B. frowned and then growled in rage as his spiraled lime green eyes turned dark with hatred.
"Who the hell's that?"
"No one."
P.B. snarled at this as he jumped down to the wooden flooring to stand in front of Sis, holding his rubber duck under his left arm.
"You're lying," he snapped, pointing his paw up at her. "Who the fuck is in there?! Is it another man?! ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME WHEN I'M OUT WITH SQUEE!? YOU BITCH!"
Sis pitched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply in annoyance, finding the bear to be getting on her last nerve.
P.B. opened his mouth to say more, only to have Sis cut him off by holding up her hand that was holding the tums.
"I want you to just…just stop and think for a moment before you say something for once in your existence. Put some real thought into what you say."
P.B. blinked in confusion, lowering his paw as a small squeak escaped him. Sis stared at him as she lowered her hand, watching him closely as P.B.'s eyes concentrated deeply on Sis's face. His small form stared to shake as the squeak started to grow louder and louder to the point it drowned out the sound of the T.V. and the throwing up going on in the restroom. P.B. stopped shaking madly, and toppled over, hitting the wooden flooring as he groaned in pain.
Sis smirked at this.
The sound of the restroom door opening entered her ears, causing the smirk on her lips to vanish as she turned to see Psycho Doughboy hunched over in sickness as he held onto his gut with his left hand and held onto the door frame of the bathroom with his right hand. His spiraled baby blue eyes were hidden under his white jacket hood, but had a faint blue hue glowing from with under; his thin lips were covered in dried on black blood and vomit as he breathed deeply to calm his gut.
He let go of the door frame and walked over to Sis, snatching the tums out of her hand and walked over to the refrigerator to open up the freezer and grab the smoothie and slam the freezer door shut. Sis smirked at this as she watched Psycho Doughboy walk and sit at his corner, opening the tums' bottle with his thumb to dump a few into his mouth and chomp on them only to drink his smoothie seconds later as he pouted.
"Good to see you see my way…"
Yes, after so long I am finally putting up the last installment of this series.
So, let's start the fun, shall we?
I don't own JTHM.