Hell to Insidious Humdrum

by WatfordAttendee

Insidious Humdrum has been alive with Simon Snow since the day he was born. The Humdrum is not visible, but Simon becomes more aware of his power and the Humdrum. This story will give you access to the life of the Insidious Humdrum. You will experience a much different side of Carry On that you have never thought about, until now, in THE INSIDIOUS HUMDRUM'S POINT OF VIEW!

WatfordAttendee, aka miranda

Snowbaz

Chapter I

Unknown orphanage, 1997

*Humdrum pov*

"Lucy, you know we can't keep him. We will see him many years from now. It's okay, Lucy Charm. He will find us one day. His power will keep him safe for eternity," A deep, reassuring voice calmly whispered next to me. "No worries, Lucy Charm. I promise." I hear.

I hear another voice, too high and lovely to be the man. It must be 'Lucy', "Fine, okay. Let me just say good bye to my precious Snowball one last time before we drop him off," She started to walk over to me, which is quite startling because I am not actually here. Can she see me? Finally, I won't be ignored for once.

No, she goes to the boy. Of course. Who was I kidding?

",Simon, you are very powerful. Too powerful," She put her soft, young hands on top of Simon's, "You will one day be faced with danger, I know it. They will want your power. You must protect yourself and others around you when the danger comes. Be the hero we created you to be." She kissed the boy on the cheek, looked above at the the swarthy night sky. Ignoring me, yet again.

Lucy knocked on the old oak door heavily, then looked at the old man sorrowly, then hurried on to their merry way. The baby just sat there and cried for several minutes, which was quite annoying and definitely not mature for a six month old baby to do.

Finally, for what felt like hours of mindless whining and sobbing, a woman opened up the creaky door, looked around, then down at us. The (probably 50 year old) woman pursed her glossy lips and picked Simon up (I followed by his side, of course), carefully brought him inside and slammed the door, startling the peeling linoleum

Same orphanage, December 25th, 1999

*Humdrum pov*

It's manic in the Little Kids room. All the puny ones are jumping around, some screaming and some crying. I was sitting next to the tiny library, trying to focus on my memories. That's what I do all the time. Instead of doing any other activity, I replay memories in my head until I get bored. After I get bored, I follow Simon everywhere. No one can see me, but I think Simon can sense my presence. He just doesn't know it's me. He thinks it's normal. That he's normal. Whatever, I don't care about him. After knowing him after these two long years, I'm straight sick of him. He's so peppy and has a horrible sense of direction, which gets to me a little. Look at a bloody map for once, Simon! It's amazing what a little bit of knowledge of knowing where you are at all times can go.