AN: I felt the need to do a Shocky Story…It was getting very lonely on my
video shelf (who am I kidding…I don't have a shelf, it's on the floor
like the rest of my movies!) so I thought I'd at least attempt something.
This may be awful, but work with me, ok?
Cosmo walked briskly by me, the material of his shirt brushing against my arm. Ever since Farley's plan had been exposed, our show had been left sponsor-less, and a sort of doldrums seemed to prevail over the set of Dentonvale. Mac had been pacing back and forth through the corridors for the last two hours, worrying himself into a moody funk. Bert had locked himself in his room, the nurse and Ricky were nowhere to be found, and I was left to pick up what little pieces there were left to be picked up. The DTV studios were virtually deserted, the viewers, were disenchanted- temporarily at least-with the programs, and most of the staff had left.
"Jesus, Mac—stop it, you're giving me a headache!" I snapped, unsure of what else to do. With a "Hmmph," my brother slammed (as much as he could with padded doors) into our room, and I was left alone in the hall.
Bert must have heard Cosmo's grand exodus, for he emerged from his room just as the door to our room swung shut. Bert always appeared as soon as Mac left, and stayed as close to me as possible as when Mac was in the room. I'm not sure this was out of affection towards me as it was to aggravate my brother. Mac hated Bert, and had a right too…but that was over, and now…well, Bert needed to stop it, he'd drawn it out long enough.
Ignoring Bert's pseudo-sightless gaze, I joined my brother.
AN: I know it was short, but maybe I'll write more. Um…I'd like to thank NationMckinley16 (Who KNOWS I'm Livilla) Lunachick97 and Magenta McKinley (Who are the same person, but I feel she needs to be mentioned twice) and Magentagnome (to whom I still owe brownies) and my birds, Nokia and Starling (Who are currently trying to eat my ceiling fan)
Cosmo walked briskly by me, the material of his shirt brushing against my arm. Ever since Farley's plan had been exposed, our show had been left sponsor-less, and a sort of doldrums seemed to prevail over the set of Dentonvale. Mac had been pacing back and forth through the corridors for the last two hours, worrying himself into a moody funk. Bert had locked himself in his room, the nurse and Ricky were nowhere to be found, and I was left to pick up what little pieces there were left to be picked up. The DTV studios were virtually deserted, the viewers, were disenchanted- temporarily at least-with the programs, and most of the staff had left.
"Jesus, Mac—stop it, you're giving me a headache!" I snapped, unsure of what else to do. With a "Hmmph," my brother slammed (as much as he could with padded doors) into our room, and I was left alone in the hall.
Bert must have heard Cosmo's grand exodus, for he emerged from his room just as the door to our room swung shut. Bert always appeared as soon as Mac left, and stayed as close to me as possible as when Mac was in the room. I'm not sure this was out of affection towards me as it was to aggravate my brother. Mac hated Bert, and had a right too…but that was over, and now…well, Bert needed to stop it, he'd drawn it out long enough.
Ignoring Bert's pseudo-sightless gaze, I joined my brother.
AN: I know it was short, but maybe I'll write more. Um…I'd like to thank NationMckinley16 (Who KNOWS I'm Livilla) Lunachick97 and Magenta McKinley (Who are the same person, but I feel she needs to be mentioned twice) and Magentagnome (to whom I still owe brownies) and my birds, Nokia and Starling (Who are currently trying to eat my ceiling fan)