Day One: Furbies (and crazy old ladies)
3rd Person: Dally's POV...
Dally groaned. 'What the fuck happened?!'
"Dally! Dally, you OK?!" He heard Johnny say. But it sounded all weird and slowed down. "Dally!"
"J-Johnny?" he mumbled, before drifting into the darkness...
3rd Person...
"Yeah Dally?" Johnny whispered.
"Johnny...Johnny! Where for out thou Johnny?!" Dally mumbled, tossing and turning on the hospital bed.
The entire gang was there, thinking 'What the hell was that?!'
"Um, Dally?" Johnny asked, nervously.
"NO! DON'T EAT THE CHICKEN BRAINS PONYBOY!!!" Dally screamed.
"Yeah, Ponyboy! Don't eat the chicken brains!" Two-Bit teased, grinning.
"Shut up!" Ponyboy muttered.
"DON'T LET THE EVIL FURBIES TAKE ME!!! SAVE ME KEITH!!" Dally screamed, sitting up and looking around wildly with blank eyes.
Two-Bit's eyes narrowed. "Oh, he did not just call me Keith!"
"OMFG!! DARRY IS REALLY BEYONCE IN DISGUISE!!!" Dally was still screaming random shit, and pissing everyone off.
"OK, is he really delirious or is he just messing with us?" Sodapop asked.
"I. Am. Not. Fucking. Beyonce." Darry growled.
"I think he's really out of it." Ponyboy said with a worried look.
"FAIRY GREASERS ARE ATTACKING!!"
At this point the gang didn't know whether to be worried or to laugh their asses off.
Then, Dally suddenly slouched down.
"Dally?" Sodapop asked.
Dally looked up with a blank expression, and spoke in a creepy monotone. "Must. Kill. Bob."
"Who the hell is Bob?!" Steve demanded.
"Aww, jealous?" Two-Bit teased.
"Shut the hell up!" Steve shouted.
"Kill. Bob. Kill. Bob." Dally repeated.
"It's OK, Dally! You don't have to kill anyone!" Johnny said, worried.
Dally groaned, and looked up with his usual 'What the fuck are you looking at?!' expression. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" Dally demaned.
"Wellllll, you called me Keith, told Ponyboy not to eat chicken brains, went all Juliet on us,said fairy greasers were attacking, said Darry was Beyonce in disguise, and asked me to save you from evil furbies." Two-Bit said, with an I'm-such-an-ass smile.
"But I love Furbies!" Dally said, then his eyes widened, and he clamped his hand over his mouth. "Why the fuck did I just say that?!" he demanded.
Everyone stared at him. "I don't know." Johnny said slowly.
"Oh, good! He's awake." A blond nurse said.
"Damn right I am! Now what the fuck is wrong with me?!" Dally demaned.
"Well, it appears that little girl really kicked your ass! You're lucky you didn't die! But it did do some damage. I'm afraid that your brain is forcing you to tell the truth." the nurse explained. "It should only be temporary though."
"She didn't kick my ass!" Dally growled. Then, before he could stop himself, he said, "Her grandma did." Two-Bit and Soda snickered. The rest just stared. Dally's eyes widened again, and he said, "Her little chihuahua nearly bit my leg off! And she had pepper spray!"
By now, even Darry was struggling not to laugh. Two-Bit grinned evilly, "What was that you said about Furbies?"
Dally clamped his hand over his mouth, and his face started turning red from trying to hold it in. Finally he shouted out, "I love them!! They're so cute!! I have the world's second biggest collection!"
Two-Bit's grin widened. "Second biggest?" he asked.
"Yeah, that little girl has the biggest, and I was trying to steal some of her Furbies!" Dally said, before clamping his hand over his mouth again. "How long will this last?" he asked the nurse, miserably.
"Oh, only about a week." she replied, cheerfully.
He glared at her, then groaned and flopped back down on the bed. "Just kill me now!" he muttered.
"Aw, come on Dally. It won't be that bad!" Johnny said optimistically.
"I love it when you're optimistic. It's so cute!" Dally said, then burying his face in his pillow.
Johnny blushed bright red, Ponyboy, Steve, and Darry gawked, while Soda and Two-Bit attempted to keep from laughing. Attempted.
"This is going to be a very interesting week!" Sodapop said, snickering.
Dally just groaned.
a/n: Rose0404: Ya, this is my first Outsiders fic.
Dally: DIE!!
Rose0404: NOOO!! SAVE ME DARRY!!!
Darry: Ah, no.
