Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
A/N: I realize that this is a very odd concept and is actually quite frightening, but it came to me at 10:30 at night as I was trying to go to sleep. Prepare to be weirded out.
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It was a bad day. Mokuba sat impatiently at the side of his brother's hospital bed, wondering what would happen. They had been at the park only a few hours before. They were sitting under the shade of a tree, when, suddenly, an inconsiderate authoress in disguise (A/N: Heh heh heh...) hit the eldest Kaiba over the head with the largest mallet in her Mallets of the World collection possessed. Needless to say, Seto was knocked out cold. An ambulance came to take him to the hospital several minutes later, where a doctor told Mokuba that his brother might have temporary brain damage (A/N: Is this even possible? If it isn't, then too bad. I need it to exist in some form or another for this story to work...) when he woke up. But, worst of all, the demented authoress chick didn't even help get Seto to the hospital or say she was sorry. She just pocketed her mallet while she mentioned something about getting the idea out of her head before she had nightmares about it. Then she saw Bakura, started drooling, and went off to stalk him with hearts in her eyes. "Stupid authoress' and their dumb fan fics," he muttered. (CD: Mokuba, you may rank in my top 2 favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, but you will pay for this...)(Mokuba: Why are you blaming it on me?! You were the one who put the words in my mouth!)(CD: *blink* Oh yeah...)(Mokuba: *sigh*)
No sooner had this utterance left his lips the his brother started stirring. Mokuba's eyes lit up at the prospect of his brother's awakening and he leaned over him, placing his hands on the edge of the bed. Seto's eyes fluttered open. "Seto!" the little hedgehoggish-haired child cried, tears of joy welling in his eyes. The head of the Kaiba Corporation blinked, looked at Mokuba, and smiled a great big smile. Mokuba just stared and blinked. Seto Kaiba and giant grins don't mix.
The said brother didn't appear to notice the discontinuance (Mokuba: *blink blink* That's actually a word?!)(CD: Apparently... Speaking of words, my math book used the word 'betweenness' which actually isn't a word at all.)(Mokuba: And now back to your regularly scheduled scarefest.) in his little brother's expression of joy. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the younger sibling in a rather maternal hug. Mokuba's eyes grew bigger. This strange person couldn't be his rather stoic older brother! He would have pushed the 'stranger' away from him, if he hadn't been utterly paralyzed by a potent mixture of confusion and rage at the authoress with a dash of fear. The 'Seto imposter' cried out in a very unSeto-like voice, "Mokuba! My darling little brother! You haven't the faintest idea how glad I am to see you!" Mokuba remained still, as if he had been cryogenically frozen, or was one of those volcanic mummies from Pompeii, or had been poisoned and stuffed, like in that one story I read in 6th grade. Or, to use a commonly used metaphor, he stood as if he was made of stone. Yep. Today was a very bad day.
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The reason that this story is classified as Humor/Horror is due to a conversation I had with DC. It went something like this:
CD: ...Anyway, so that's what happens. Should I classify it as 'horror' or 'humor'?
DC: Um... How about 'stupidity'?
CD: Unfortunately, that isn't one of the genre choices.
DC: What about 'other'?
CD: I don't think that's one of my options, either.
DC: Aw... they should be...
CD: What if I classify it as 'humor' AND 'horror'?
DC: That'll work.