Chapter One
Unlike many personal stories to tell, Fanboy's story never truly had a beginning. It was so unlike anybody else in common, who's life had a complete story to tell, his only had a middle in remembrance, and an unforgettable end. It wasn't entirely his fault; it was simply unknown. His early life was unknown. But the life leading onto this unknown beginning would be well known indeed. And that's where his story starts.
The story started, actually, within his own mind, because he IS the story. He created, he conjured, he motioned his own life, his own environment! He created the many adventures that I know and love...but...behind his zeal imagination, behind his zest for a rich life, there was something off...something far more sinister...
Nobody saw it coming. He certainly was unaware of the upcoming circumstances. The point is... Who would have ever predicted that a tragic situation would strike someone so engulfed in sunshine and happiness; full of friendship, color, and love, and with no intention to harm another.
His story settles in Galaxy Hills, California. A normal town with a normal school and normal stores to the eyes of any citizen or tourist, except one. But that was his fault. Because HE wasn't normal. HE didn't see things the way everyone saw things. His eyes, his wide, emerald eyes, were off. The things those eyes saw were beyond normal comprehension. And because of what he saw, horrible things happened to him, mental and physical things alike. Countless appalling, tragic things came to pass when he least expected it, most of the time, anyways.
Tragic event after tragic event came about seemingly from nowhere, from behind the underbrush, from the confines of his home, the people resident in town. But of course, that's through his eyes.
Everyone knows that tragedy has a sick sense of humor you wouldn't possibly understand. Bad situations enjoy playing with people's minds to rock us off, using us as powerless puppets, to lure us poor souls into darkness.
Sometimes a tragedy even drives the helpless victim to insanity or incurable depression. Some people say most heartrending things happen at important events, like the Bombing in Boston, or the Connecticut school shooting. Are they correct? Well, due to some assumptions, yes and no.
Of all the horrible things that have happened to children, death would've been an act of mercy to the poor Fanboy. To him, it would have been an escape to what happened.
But really, how can you scale tragic events? Aren't they all horrible in each and every way? Supposing it all depends on the person who it affects, or the surrounding prospectors. Does it truly matter how bad a tragic event is...? It depends on how other react.
This cataclysmic story takes place in said town of Galaxy Hills, California. It's an uncomplicated town, really; a sleepy colorful little place, filled with remarkable, and extraordinary people and creatures. Well, conceivably the 'uncomplicated' part in describing the town isn't true, according to the patron we've been speaking of. To him, this town is very complicated. For him, adventurous happenings occur in the town just about every day. These adventures of his are somewhat… strange. The escapades that happen to the citizens may appear fun and daring, but in the true nature of reason, these adventures are somewhat… horrible… and dangerous.
There were injuries, yes. Fatal injuries for some. There were hurt feelings and betrayal, yes. There were small, redundant battles. There was even a time when some of the residents ripped a hole into space-time continuum in a school classroom, according to Fanboy.
However, in all of the crises in Galaxy Hills, not one person had been hurt mentally, at least not to the point where the person had lost all hope, will, and meaning in life. Not one, single person. Tragedy is aware of this. So, because it is aware of this interesting preposition, tragedy will strike down and strike hard on the first person it sees.
...
The atmosphere happened to be very hot and dry, which was surprising, considering the fact that it was autumn. It was about eight o' clock in the morning, a fine Saturday.
Up in the water tower that stood proudly on the horizon in the heart of the town, resident Fanboy was just getting up to prepare himself and his best friend for the day.
As soon as the alarm clock went off, a pair of emerald eyes popped open wide and the owner of said eyes shot out of bed...singing the "Together" song.
Chum Chum woke up immediately and followed along with older male. "Tooooooogether! Together! Our friendship's what we treasure!" The boys sang loudly, laughing as they slid down the pale green slide that led to the living room and finished their song with excessive dramatic flourish.
"Whooh!" Fanboy said cheerily, stretching a bit. "That song; it never gets old!"
"Sure doesn't," Chum Chum agreed, tugging on his cape. "C'mon, let's get some breakfast. Remember that Man-Arctica Crunch we bought?"
Fanboy's eyes widened and they both sprinted for the kitchen. After eating, Fanboy sat back and sighed.
"Sooooo…what shall we do today, my pocket-sized amigo?" He asked his best friend, who was currently eating cereal. Chum Chum shoved the last bit of Man-Arctic Crunch in his mouth and leaned on his elbow and smiled.
"Why don't you pick?" He mumbled, still chewing, "I mean, *gulp* I've already picked three games, and it's only eight in the morning!" He declared.
Fanboy placed a hand on his chest and pretended to be surprised. "Me? Pick? Well, I don't know there are just so many options! Well, we could play a board game...?"
Chum Chum pretended to retch in disgust. "Okay, no board games," Fanboy agreed. They both shuddered. Yuck.
"Freezy Freeze?" Chum Chum suggested after a few moments, smiling. Fanboy placed one of his hands on the kitchen counter top and fist pumped Chum Chum with the other. "Don't mind if I do."
...
Hand in hand, smiles plastered on their faces, skipping merrily across the street, two boys made their way to their favorite place in the world. This special place was known as the Frosty Mart. At this place, comics crowded the racks, hot dogs were on sale, video games reigned supreme, and to top it off, the store sold Frosty Freezy Freezes.
"The Frosty Mart, The Frosty Mart, we're going to The Frosty Mart!" Both boys sang at the top of their lungs as they started to cross the wide city road; the Frosty Mart was located directly across from them. "The Frosty Mart, The Frosty Mart, we're going to The Frosty Mart!" They continued to sing quite loudly, as they made their way to the halfway mark on the street that was momentarily deserted.
The shorter boy could hardly keep up with his older friend, due to his short legs, and as he tried to catch up, he began to breathe heavily.
Fanboy failed to noticed the shorter boy's panting and sped off down the street, laughing as he went. He sped faster and faster, away from the younger boy. Said younger boy felt his lungs clench and tighten inside his chest and the muscles in his short legs cramp up considerably.
The two were almost across the street, and it was now that the older boy paused and looked back at his friend.
"Do you want to take a break, buddy?" Fanboy asked in a concerned tone of voice, obviously worried at the way his best friend was gasping for breath.
In the middle of the road? Genius. Chum Chum bent down on one knee to catch his breath and beckoned a black-gloved hand at his friend. "*Gasp* Ah. N-No. *gasp* *cough* It's fine, really- *cough*"
Fanboy walked towards his friend slowly and said in a concerned tone, "If you want, I can carry you the rest of the way! Or maybe you can rest for a few minutes." The second option was invalid, for the two children were now very imprudently situated in the central point of the road, not even on the lookout for moving vehicles.
Chum Chum sighed loudly and nodded. "O-Okay. *Cough* Y-You can carry me if it's not too much trouble, but only until we get to the Frosty Mart. I *cough* don't want to tire you out!" The shorter one was crouched on the rough pavement, unnoticeable to any passing drivers.
"Uh-huh. Gotcha buddy! Honestly though, don't worry about me getting tired," Fanboy agreed, and he outstretched his long arms towards his best friend to pick him up in advance.
He was looking at Chum Chum's face at the time, and when he was suddenly confronted by the sound of screeching tires and reflective metal instead of his friend, he gasped and withdrew his hands. Another intake of breath reached his ears, followed by a sharp thunk. Then, silence.
Fanboy blinked and stared at his reflection on the car's side, and he whispered, "Ch-Chum Chum?" He wasn't aware of the sharp burning on his face until a few moments later. With trembling fingers, he reached up and touched his cheek, and pulled away seconds later with crimson coating his digits.
"Where…? Where's Chum Chum…?" He wondered aloud, face throbbing, but he was far more concerned for his best friend's well being than his own.
Fear began to flood Fanboy's thoughts as he stared into the reflective orange metal surface of the car, which had abruptly stopped dangerously close to his injured face. A deep gash, about the size of his palm, littered his cheek. Thankfully, the gash ended below his right eye.
Frightened, Fanboy scooted back a couple feet and shakily stood up to look at the perpetrator driving the orange colored vehicle. …. It was Boog. The man was seated behind the wheel, mouth gaping, eyes wide, and face pale. "D-Dweeb? I almost hit you! Watch it!" he yelled, and then noticed the boy's injury. "A-Are you okay?"
Fanboy shook his head slowly as waves of waves of adrenaline began to shoot up his spine, and his face throbbed with pain. Oh no… Oh no… Oh no… Oh no…. Oh no… Oh no… Oh no… Oh no! He began to analyze the situation he was in as he dropped to his hands and knees on the hard pavement, and began to search for his little companion.
Boog leaned out the car window and raised an eyebrow. "Uh... What are you doing?" He asked slowly, the whole thing looking quite strange to him.
"Chum Chum? Chum Chum? Where are you, Buddy?" Fanboy cried fretfully as he encircled the car. He checked behind each wheel, hoping to find Chum Chum's round, scared little face. He found nothing.
"Chum Chum? CHUM CHUM!" Fanboy yelled, being unable to locate as to where his best friend was. Boog blinked as he watched the male in worry. Did he get hit that hard? Convinced that Fanboy was just in shock, the teen said, "Dude, you're fine! Just chill."
Fanboy paid no attention and sat back on his haunches as tears quickly formed in his wide, terrified eyes. The only running thought going on in his head was, "WHERE IS HE? PLEASE! BOOG! YOU HAVE TO HELP LOOK FOR CHUM CHUM!" With a new sensation of dread he stood up and jogged to the left side of the car, where Boog sat, shocked.
"W-What?" He squeaked as the boy's emerald eyes bore into his own cyan ones. For once, he was at almost a loss for words.
Fanboy quickly placed his gloved hands on the windowsill, gripping it tightly and leaned in close to Boog. A few of his tears dripped onto the leather seat as he took a breath and asked in a shaky voice, "W-Where is h-he? Please, just please tell me where Chum Chum is!"
When the older teen failed to give him an immediate answer, Fanboy suddenly yelled, "Don't you hold out on me, Boog!"
A bit perpetuated, Boog's eyes darted this way and that for a few moments, scouring the area, until his callused muscular hand trembled as he pointed further up the road a couple of yards.
"T-There. He's right there." Fanboy quickly followed his gaze until his own met upon Chum Chum's body, curled up with his back to them.
With a frightened gasp, Fanboy sprinted towards his friend, who had his back towards him. "Chum Chum! Chum Chum! Chum Chum!" Boog watched him from the car, unsure of what to do. His first impulse was to drive away, but the kid was still in the middle of the road, nearly in a mental panic attack.
Fanboy quickly kneeled down next to Chum Chum's body, trepidation filling his mind as he noticed that a deep gash ran along the side of Chum Chum's skull. His friend's chocolate colored eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving. Fanboy placed a shaking hand over his mouth and choked back a cry as he stared at the bleeding wound.
"Chum Chum! Oh no! Are you okay?" Fanboy cried, placing a hand on the sidekick's shoulder and shaking gently, "Chum Chum? CHUM CHUM! Please answer me! C'MON, ANSWER ME!" When the younger boy didn't respond, the older one placed a gloved hand over the wound, desperately attempting to apply pressure to the area.
"Please wake up, Buddy! Come on! Please wake UP!" He cried. He then grimaced in disgust, his stomach churning heavily at the sight of the blood seeping through his fingers, and staining his violet gloves.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no… Please no…" Fanboy whispered. He began panicking when the blood started to stream down Chum Chum's face and onto the rough street pavement.
"Oh, gosh… B-BOOG!" Fanboy removed his hand from the wound, jumped up, and recklessly darted his way back to the orange-colored vehicle. Boog gulped as the male advanced. "Oh no..." He realized, "His imaginary friend got hit."
"Boog, you have to help me! Please! He's hurt!" The purple-clad boy whimpered, again placing his now bloody gloved fingers on the windowsill. His chest was heaving, pupils like needlepoints and it seemed that he was going to have a mental panic attack.
Nodding hesitantly, Boog fished his Chimp-Chomp themed cell phone from his pocket and dialed 9-1-1 with trembling fingers as Fanboy made his way back to Chum Chum as the man called an ambulance for the purple-clad boy.
The bleeding was becoming worse, the crimson red staining Chum Chum's clothes, as it formed a large puddle. He was fading fast, and Fanboy couldn't do anything about it. "Oh, no you don't. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, NO! Don't you dare leave Buddy! Don't you leave me! Please! You can't!" He was becoming hysterical.
"Please, just said somebody over!" Boog hissed into the phone. "There's a kid who's going mental in the middle of the road...okay...good."
The blood was seeping through his fingers more quickly now, a stream of crimson staining Fanboy's violet gloves and neon-green attire. Fanboy noticed this; his face paled and he began to feel lightheaded. With an audible gurgle he clumsily stumbled away from his dying comrade, tripping over his own feet as he emptied out the contents of his stomach.
Sirens began to fill the air as Fanboy continued to heave and cough helplessly. An ambulance and two police cars swerved and stopped next to his friend. The doors of the vehicles quickly slammed opened and out poured doctors with their medical equipment.
Fanboy watched with hopefulness as two paramedics took action, but his hope instantly deflated when they passed Chum Chum as if he were not even there. Instead, they walked toward him.
He saw one of the cops talking to a now lamenting Boog, jotting down notes on a yellow notepad. As Fanboy surveyed the horrible scene, he also became aware of that a few of his classmates had showed up, curious what the commotion was about. They whispered, pointed, but for what reason did they not seem shocked?
The youngster slowly wrapped his arms around his knees to keep them from shaking and started to slowly rock back and forth in utter shock. A few paramedics scurried beside him, much to his confusion. "What? WHAT?!" he cried. "Don't! Go to Chum Chum! To Chum Chum!" He pointed his finger. The paramedics didn't so much as glance in that direction and gripped his arms as he tried to go back to the middle of the road where he thought his best friend was. "No! Let me go! Please! PLEASE!"
"Shhh. Honey," the female paramedic whispered, "You need to calm yourself. Please, just take a deep breath, and-"
"NO!" With one final yank, he managed to free himself of the paramedics' grip-only to be held down again.
Wandering his emerald, tear-filled eyes as he struggled, Fanboy noticed Yo in the midst of the crowd; she was desperately trying to fight off the people who were keeping her from running to him. Fanboy shuddered in dread as he saw Yo finally give up, falling to her hands and knees, sobbing her eyes out. To Fanboy's own surprise, Kyle was there as well, his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide. …But…They weren't even glancing Chum Chum's way. Why? What on Earth was going on?
"Why aren't they looking at him?" Fanboy thought frantically. "Why isn't anybody helping him?" The super fan stared intently at the paramedics performing their work, checking his blood pressure, taking his temperature, and he gagged at the amount of blood on the street that he saw. It was seeping towards Fanboy in a gleaming crimson stream. He didn't bother moving away, and let the blood drench his shoes and legs. Ugh… "H-Hey!" Fanboy shouted at one of the paramedics, "I-Is he going to be okay?" Nobody answered; he was ignored. "IS HE GOING TO BE OKAY?!"
"Calm down," one of the female paramedics soothed, handing him a small plastic cup of water. "It isn't real sweetie." That statement caught his attention. "You're safe. It's alright. You're safe."
"No I'm not!" Fanboy wanted to scream in her freckled face, refusing the drink by shoving her hand away. "And neither is Chum Chum, whom you're completely ignoring by the way!" He sniffed and wiped his runny eyes, trying to at least get a glimpse of his best friend, but as he looked toward the location where he thought Chum Chum was, he didn't see him anymore.
As if...Chum Chum had miraculously disappeared into thin air.
"Where are you, Buddy?"
"It isn't real sweetie."
He stared up at the cloudless blue sky, as if he was trying to send a message to Chum Chum that way. The shouting and panicked cries filled his ears, all coming together in a boisterous roar. "Don't you leave me, Buddy," The boy whispered hoarsely, as he moved his stare to the paramedics, who were whispering among themselves, some jotting down notes. "Don't even think about it, Chum Chum."
He buried his face in his arms and cried to himself, "God, don't take him away… Please… You can't… I-I'll do anything… Oh, God, you can't…! He's my best friend!"
They'd had been best friends since preschool! They had been together for as far as Fanboy could remember. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had been without his best friend, other than the trading day. Chum Chum just couldn't leave; he just couldn't!
"FANBOY!"
Fanboy's head jerked up at the sound of his nickname, and searched for the person who called it. All of his awareness was now focused on Yo, who had been on her knees a moment before, was know sprinting towards him, her arms outstretched, tears painting her cheeks, and with the most horrible look on her face. She took no notice of the hands of some passersby's that tried to hold her back as she advanced towards Fanboy, who had slowly and fearfully begun to scoot away.
With an earsplitting scream, Yo wrapped her hands around Fanboy's scrawny throat and firmly began to squeeze.
"HOW COULD HAVE YOU LET THIS HAPPEN? HOW?" She screamed, and her grip tightened around his neck. "I TRIED SO HARD, FANBOY! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I TRIED TO HELP YOU!" The paramedics gasped and tried to pull her away, but to no avail. "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS!?"
With a pained gasp, Fanboy swiftly moved his violet-gloved hands to hers and made a weak attempt to loosen her grip. This just seemed to put the Asian girl in even more rage, and she pressed harder, ready to squeeze the life out him.
"What the elf? Wha-YO! STOP! MY GOD! You're going to bloody KILL him!" Kyle yelled, running as fast as he could towards Yo. The Brit quickly unlatched her fingers from Fanboy's throat, gripped her tensed arms, and spun her to face him. "Are you insane? It's not his fault! It's NOT HIS FAULT!"
"I DON'T CARE!" Yo yelled, her face a bright burgundy color from her crying. She kept twisting away from Kyle and trying to get back at Fanboy, who was coughing and gasping for breath. The paramedics stared at her in shock before tending to the boy once again.
Kyle held her determinedly though, and fortunately she was unable to reach the traumatized boy. Fanboy backed away from the girl, coughing every few seconds, along with his sobbing.
Kyle led Yo away from Fanboy, and dragged her behind the crowd, out of sight. He gripped her shoulders tighter, afraid that she would attack Fanboy a second time. "Yo," Kyle whispered sadly, "what were you thinking? You could have killed him!"
Yo glared at Kyle and said darkly, "What makes you think I would do that? He's just-" she gritted her teeth and gripped her raven hair, loosening a few strands.
"I think you did that," Kyle began calmly, "because you're angry right now."
"Thanks for that," Yo muttered under her breath sarcastically.
"Yo, he's in shock. He just needs to calm down."
"No!" Yo cried rather loudly, enough to draw the attention of several people in the crowd, "Don't you understand Kyle? Don't you understand at all? Do you know how much trouble Fanboy's caused?! You know? He'll be gone! He's going to be six feet under, pushing up daisies if he does things like this!" She looked around and lowered her voice. "Chum Chum's dead, Kyle," she whispered. "Don't you see? The car crash? Don't you see how he kept asking by they weren't helping Chum Chum? That's because Chum Chum's dead! He is DEAD!"
Kyle tried to calm her down with reasoning, "Look, I understand you're upset, but-"
"No!" Yo yelled one more. She tried again to twist away from Kyle, "No, you don't understand at all Kyle! You've never had anyone that whom you've cared for and then suddenly, THEY GO BONKERS!"
Kyle covered his mouth with one hand, which gave Yo the opportunity to finally free herself from his grasp, "Yo! Don't say things like that! What gives you the freedom to say whether I have a care for anyone or not!?"
The Brit expected Yo to run off, but surprisingly enough, she stayed where she was, and thrust a shaky finger at his face, "Kyle, you would never understand! I care about him more than anything! He's only eleven years old! He's barley lived his life and now he's going to snap! You can't tell me to relax every time one of my best friends in the world is going to FREAKING SNAP! He's just caused so much turmoil in this town and because of that, I can't believe you don't expect me to be mad at him!" She ranted.
Kyle stared at her, "I…I don't…Well, listen. All we can do right now is cross our fingers, pray, and hope for the best. Everyone has troubles at a point in their lives for a legitimate reason, and I'm sure-!"
Yo cut him off, "A reason? A REASON? Kyle! What did he do wrong? NOTHING! Has he done anyone bad? Has he betrayed anyone? Has he been cruel? NO! Why did he have to be the one to leave? I wish Chum Chum would just go AWAY!" Her little comment there earned her a slap in the face from Kyle. She stumbled back from him, gaping, tears rolling down her face.
"Yo," Kyle said sternly catching her slightly off guard, "Don't. Ever. Speak. Like That." He said it slowly to make sure the message was clear, "If Fanboy ever overheard you say those things… Just imagine how that would make him feel."
Yo didn't answer, and Kyle began to sweat in nervousness, more for Fanboy's sake than hers. Well, why would he not be nervous? He hadn't dealt with anyone who had schizophrenia before. How would Fanboy react if he knew about the hallucinations?
"..."
The paramedics huddled around the boy in a circle, blocking anyone's view of their work and what they were doing. Fanboy squeezed his eyes shut, blocking everyone's' voices and soothing murmurs. He was so confused… So confused, and he needed to get to Chum Chum! He tried to get away, but no.
It was no use.
Chum Chum was gone.
Forever gone….
Fanboy covered his mouth and choked back a cry as he watched with wide eyes, one of the paramedics slowly walking to where Chum Chum used to be. Tears streamed down Fanboy's pale face and his chest heaved. What was going ON?
One of the paramedics noticed Fanboy's weeping and took that into account. She walked over to the boy and knelt down next to him.
"I'm very sorry," She apologized softly, "but we've...done everything that we can, and…um, the, uh...force of the collision was too much," She placed a hand on Fanboy's shoulder and he looked up at her with blood-shot eyes. He sniffed and waited for her to speak the obvious, horrible truth. "I'm sorry, but he's gone." It was like a punch in the gut. Fanboy heard Yo scream out in agony and collapse to the ground, sobbing loudly. He felt lifeless.
Fanboy saw his classmates look intently at him with wide and sorrowful eyes as he continued to shake and cry. A few girls, namely Francine, Lupe, and Cher, went over to console Yo, talking softly to the crying girl.
The young super-fan buried his face in his arms as a way to muffle his sobs, until he felt a large but loving hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay," A lisped voice soothed. "It's going to be okay." Fanboy's eyes welled up once more, as he looked up at his much elder friend: Oz. With a heart-wrenching cry, Fanboy fell into the man's open arms and sobbed hysterically. Oz brought Fanboy's head to his chest and held him tighter.
"Shhh… It's all right. Don't worry… Chum Chum's in heaven now," He told the broken, crying child. Fanboy thought nothing of it, but there was a hint of relief in Oz's voice.
A strange feeling overtook Fanboy. A feeling he had felt before. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling in his eyes, and a throbbing sensation in his brain. A white noise filled his ears, blocking all the other naturals sounds he had heard only two seconds before.
"..."
And then he saw it. As he lifted his head from Oz's shoulder, he caught a glimpse of someone who looked eerily familiar. He shook his head, unsure if he was hallucinating or not. There was Chum Chum, smiling happily at him, waving. A boy about his age stood next to him with a terrible look on his face. It was a smirk, and its gloved hand was placed on the little boy's shoulders…Green and purple...and that was all he could capture about this child's appearance before they disappeared.
"Chum Chum?" He gasped, and he felt Oz's grip on him tighten.
"It's not real, lil' dude. It's not real," the man reassured him. "It isn't real. Seriously."
The sinister looking child reappeared, this time to his left. The male gasped. "Oz! Look!" he pointed to the other child, and Oz took a glance, biting his lip before tuning Fanboy's head away.
"It isn't real."
"B-But...?" Fanboy trailed off, panic settling in. "What is going ON?" Just as he said that, the child moved its way to Fanboy and observed the weeping boy, who stared back with wide eyes. How blissful this child had seemed just a few minutes ago, now nothing more than a heap of pitiful sadness. "Who is that!?" Fanboy thought frantically. Nobody seemed to notice the boy. "How come nobody else can see you?!" he thought hysterically.
The child tilted his head to the left and smiled an eerie smile. "I dunnoooooo..."
Fanboy stiffened immediately upon hearing this. The voice had literally appeared in his mind, but the boy's mouth hadn't moved. "H-How…?"
The child placed his violet-gloved hand on Fanboy's shoulder and gripped it softly. Then it leaned in close and whispered into Fanboy's ear, "Aw, look at you. Not much of a hero anymore, huh?" Fanboy jerked his head up. What was THAT? "What's going on?" He yelled into Oz's shoulder.
Oz managed to tear himself away from the boy and walked over to one of the adults. He leaned into the ear of one of the paramedics and began whispering something. He pointed at Fanboy a few times, and Fanboy caught a few of his words: *whisper* reality…*whisper* problems…*whisper* ward… *whisper* …state. After a few nods and a handshake later, the paramedics packed up their things and began to clear out, much to Fanboy's horror.
"W-Wha-? Where's everyone going?!"
...
Fanboy sprinted into his water tower home, slamming the door behind him. The door shut with a bang, so loud, it left an agonizing silence in the air. He breathed heavily for a few moments before pacing around his home aimlessly; only one thought penetrating in his mind, "Chum Chum is dead… Chum Chum is dead… Chum Chum is dead…"
With tears in his eyes, Fanboy shouted to nobody in particular, "DO YOU HEAR ME ANYONE? MY BEST FRIEND IS DEAD! HE'S IN HEAVEN MILLIONS OF MILES AWAY! I'LL NEVER SEE HIM ALIVE AGAIN!" He collapsed to the wooden floor, sobbing his eyes out.
Fanboy had cried for a few hours, but to him, it felt like forever.
Firstly, allow me to point out the fact that I know what you're thinking: really? Another Fanboy and Chum Chum story? How obsessed is this chick? My answer: VERY! I've been in the process of writing this entire story for over a year now. Ever since last summer, I have been working nonstop on the chapters. This story is very weird and very depressing. Heck, I cried buckets just writing it. You'll probably be very confused if you read this but haven't seen the show, because I am NOT explaining the character's back-stories. I don't want my stories to be full of EXPOSITION! :( Well, of COURSE there is going to be a bit of back-story for Fanboy, but not for characters like Kyle, Lupe, Yo, or my characters I placed in for the mental hospital patients! Just other characters.
So sit back and enjoy the story if you enjoy confusing, complicated relationships, mental psychology, and insanity. Lot's and LOT'S of insanity!
