Another abstract Drabble, based off of Uncanny the story. Uncanny is being revived. There have been so many things I'm doing, and I go to an art high school. LaGuardia HS, makes me want to vomit. The amount of work is ridiculous.
Its uncanny, she recalls. The resemblance between them can only be described by uncanny.
Tootie writhes in his grasp, writhing and turning around. Trying to break free. Gary holds her tighter, much to her annoyance. Nails dig into his skin.
With a hiss, he bashes her head against the wall. She lets go and falls lifelessly on the floor. Her hair covers her eyes messily, not that she cares. Heaving, she attempts to sit up, but to no avail.
She feels a spoon graze her lips, and moves her head away. But the utensil persists.
"Eat." he commands, freezing her blood with the single worded command.
She purses her lips and turns away even more. Angered, he shoves the entire spoonful in her mouth, suffocating her, until she complies and the spoon is clean.
"Swallow." he declared.
She painfully takes the food in her throat, using her all not to choke and die. His hardened stare cements into her tortured gaze. Even though their eyes were the same shade of baby blue, she knew better than to mistake them for identical.
His eyes are colder, they are mechanical.
He looks exactly like her...not really. She's much less cool. But they both like Timmy? He guesses as Timmy turns her down for the second time that day.
Her notebook is filled with doodles of her name and Timmy's, he realizes. With the turn of each page, all he can see are pink hearts and 'I love Timmy' written all over the pages. Gary knows the concept of love is such bullshit, it's the dumbest thing ever to be conceived by man. He's bored of it. It's the thing that keeps him and Tootie divided really. She didn't love him, and he simply didn't love her. They are soulmates, strewn together by a maniacal genius in diapers.
It's sickening; the complexity of just wanting to mate with another. It's inane, why it's so complex.
But then again, he was the one who had stolen her diary from her locker. Perched atop the tree outside her window, he boredly stares as she swoons over the pair of bucked teeth that she nabbed from under Timmy's pillow before the tooth fairy got them.
Still flipping through the pages, he notices that there is a page, not about Timmy. Intrigued, he reads it. There really isn't much, it's mostly nonsensical.
I hate Gary. He hangs with Timmy too much, and he's super annoying. He looks too much like me too.
Gary closed the book, not knowing if he was angry or happy. She knew that they looked alike, and she had cared enough to write it down.
Perhaps, she'd love him the same way she loved Timmy?
She runs as far as she can. She keeps going, until she reaches a phone booth, and when she reaches it, she grabs the phone and dials 911. Perspiration drips down to her neck and the cool air lifts her, she's gliding. She can taste freedom.
"Hello!? I'm Tootie -"
Dead tone.
He knew she was here. He must have cut the line. In a panic, she turns to leave the booth, until she sees her captor standing right beyond the door, wielding the crowbar she pried the window open with. He smiles slowly, and gestures towards her with his arm.
"Let's go home."
Gary is angry. He watches as that little slut bends over in front of Timmy, trying to get him to look at her assets.
Does she think that he'd love someone so disgusting? Wasn't she ashamed? Did she have no recluse?
"Timmy. I hear you like-"
Timmy doesn't bother with her, he walks away to merely catch up with Trixie. Tootie is left defeated, and of course, tearing as usual. Her party outfit is ruined and she flops down onto a bean bag chair. Timmy's screams are heard as Francis and Veronica simultaneously slap him after he'd brushed up against Trixie. Gary lightly chuckles, Tootie groans.
With a glass of rum and oxytocin, he walks up to her, then slowly sits down and offers her a sip. She sneers and wafts him away, he persists.
"Go away."
Gary looks at her again, pretending to be shocked.
"You need to stay away from me and Timmy." she scowls. "Our deal was made. It's done."
They both take a breath, taking in the heavy smoky air around them. They needed some sort of high not to kill each other. Or at least, he did. His eyes shift to the spilling cleavage pouring from her crop top. With a growl, she covers it up. He laughs at her childish attempts to hide herself. Pretty soon, their game of cat and mouse will end. And of course, he will be the victor.
He scoffs. "Babe, you have no clue what you are in for."
I will kill him if he kills me.
They aren't friends
They aren't enemies.
They aren't lovers.
She knows that. They both do. He's watching her instead of reading his book right now. They have no recollection of pleasntries to share. They can only hurt each other, and themselves. They aren't the same.
They are uncanny.
When I first wrote Uncanny, I realized that the prologue, Reclame, was really messed up with it's structure. Right now I'm working on my Powerpuff Girls fic - The Princess and the Mitch, and Uncanny, followed by the shitstorm that is the God's Opera. I'm sorry to y'all who are still expecting Haughty, it's still being debated by my new Beta. Whoope! See y'all.