My twist on Unexpected by BisexualDragons. This story is credited to her, not myself. But she encouraged me my own twist on the story. So I'll try it out. If it goes well, great. If not, at least I tried, eh? Remember BisexualDragons is the author I credit. This is literally a fanfic of a fanfic.. Anyway, on to this fanfic of a fanfic.

Chapter 1: Normal . A word representing simplicity, with the possibility of being a bit dull, boring, or bland. Mac felt at times he fit the description. A picture of himself could be the picture definition. A and B average, average 5' 8" height, Brown hair, Brown eyes, slight tan to his skin.

A mean older brother and a single working mother. Never any antics, no girlfriend... in fact, the only interesting thing about Mac was something he'd made up himself, but wasn't him.

He sighed, noting the boring morning... only looking forward to when the clock struck 2:45, and the only interesting part of his life could begin again. All the waiting was testing his paitence, and it only grew increasingly harder as the day goes by.

His mother says it has to do with being 15 and a freshman. She assures him often that life will fly away before he knows it. "God I hope not." He told her. He sat, taking notes and doodling.

He understood knowing history so its not repeated, but who honestly cares about all of this garbage about Chivalry? Or anything he learned? History? Bleh. Biology? Snoresville. Spanish? Donde esta la fiesta? Who cares?

At least he can remind himself that at this time of day his best blue blob friend was suffering... not as much as him, but he would believe it would be.

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"Senior Azul, time to wake up from your siesta." "Its not afternoon yet..." Bloo groaned at his Spanish roommate. "Cocococo co co co." Cried the green haired bird. It roughly translated to "Regardless, wake up anyway."

Bloo sat up... a small headache, possibly from sleeping wrong. "Wanna hatch me some aspirin?" He muttered. Coco scoffed, as if she was offended to be asked to hatch on command. Yep, Bloo had not chaged much. More mature in a small sense, but still utterly selfish(Almost always anyway), arrogant, and concerned with having fun. The blob hadn't even grown taller.

Which annoyed him to know end when he saw Mac these days. The boy got to grow while he stayed the same. He decided being angry about it was useless, because Mac would always remind him he wasn't all that tall compared to his peers. Completly average. Except to Bloo... Mac was the only one he still cared about deeply. Sure he cared about Eduardo, Coco, Wilt, and all of his other friends... but Mac was special... in a way he probably didn't understand.

He supposed it came with being his creator. Speaking of his creator, it was close to 2:30. Bloo was showered and cleaned... like always, and standing perfectly still. The only time of the day he found himself perfectly catatonic. Waiting. Paitently. As he normally did.

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"Bloo?" Mac called, walking in the door, he was 2 minutes late today... a car wreck detered him momentarily. But as expected... "You're late." Bloo said, arms crossed glaring at his brown haired creator. "Car wreck. Not my fault." Mac easily responded. "How am I supposed to believe that?" Mac pulled out his phone and showed him a traffic update app. His mother made him download it for those long trips they took together. He huffed, "Only you would have that app."

Which was Bloo's way of saying "Shut up." "So Bloo, you told me ypu found something interesting in... the garbage." Bloo's frown instantly went away, "Oh yeah! This thing is way weird Mac, you've got to see it! Come on!" He said, a newfound energy propelling him upstairs.

"When will he learn I don't climb stairs that quickly."

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"See what I mean slowpoke?" Bloo said when Mac finally got to his room. It was certainly interesting. A ray gun sort of thing. Silver, clunky, but none the less cool. Probably built by some Larper or something... he wasn't sure. But it was shaped like a ray gun... not noting the 'barrel' which instead held a syringe with some oddly colored liquid... amber colored... like beer. He hoped it wasn't beer. "Interesting..." he noted.

"Right? This thing is some real quality metal. But I can't tell what it is. I think it was built by Elves." Mac chuckled softly... he had learned that instead of contradicting his friends obviously absurd ideas, to go with them... it made his life easier.

"But Bloo, Elves are graceful and quick creatures... why would they build a clunky piece of machinary like that?" Bloo... uhh, snapped "You're right Mac! See this is why we're best friends. You get it. But that only leaves one question... who did build it?" Mac looked at it "I don't know... looks like this silver button is the trigger." Curiously he pressed it.

The machine sputtered, the syringe moved slightly and turned to face Bloo, but then it died. "Interesting... but its dead." Mac said. Bloo smiled, Mac said. Bloo smiled, "Well, then I say we get to work." He said pulling out a screwdriver.

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It took all the time three days could offer them, all the sugar-free gum (not to risk that incident again) they could chew, and seven rolls of tape, but the machine was as fixed as it would ever be, at least Mac figured. "Finished... I think." Bloo said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Or it may be even more broken than before..." Mac added in. Bloo swatted his arm "Don't jynx it!"

Mac starred at the gun, "Wanna give it a shot?" Bloo smiled "You bet." And with only a slight hesitation, Mac's finger grazed the button.

The machine beeped, the syringe popping out and swiveling with no hesitation. "Ohh..." Bloo said as the syringe pointed at him. "Its... not doing anything." He finished. "Hmm... we fixed anything broken in it... I mean it wasn't a great fix but its acting differently-" Mac was silenced as the needle suddenly shot at Bloo, piercing his arm.

"Oww! Mac what the hell!? That hurt!" Mac was Flabbergasted. "I didn't I swear Bloo!" "How could you... hey... when did you're hair color change?" He muttered lazily all of a sudden. "Uhh... Bloo?" "Hey Mac... I'm... I'm not feeling real good... call a nurse?" And Bloo collapsed on the floor. "Oh God Bloo!" Mac said rushing to his side. He was unconscious.

"Bloo! Wake up! Come on buddy, get up!" Panicking, he ran into the hall. "Help! Someone! We've got an emergency!" Mac didn't linger, running back to his friends side. He pressed his ear to where Bloo's heart was. A beating still remained... so Mac deducted he wasn't poisoned by the machine.

Which he was thankful for... but amidst the beating... he heard a distint... squishing sound. Like... "Are his organs... enlarging?" Now panic set in again. What if his organs were to grow to such immense proportions they suddenly burst?

Mac began to bite his knuckles, a bad habit he'd formed over the years. "Mac, what happened?" Frankie said, peering over his shoulder. He turned to her, tears in his eyes. "I... I don't know! We were messing with that thing Bloo found in the garbage... we fixed it and it suddenly lashed out at Bloo! Then he dropped." Frankie lifted the quivering Blue Blob.

"Ill keep an eye on him. Lets get him to my room." Mac nodded. "Thanks Frankie." "Things I do for love." She muttered. Mac opened her door, allowing the red head to place Bloo on the bed. "Be gentle with him!" Mac said, worrying over everything.

"Mac I've done this most of my life." She said, reminding him she knew what to do. "I'll let Harriman know I need to stay here tonight. You should go home." Mac gave her a look similar to something had she said 'Leap off a cliff.' "I don't want to leave him... not now." Frankie pat his shoulders, "Mac, it was an accident. I'm sure a smart kid like you was not intending this to happen... but right now, nothing can be done about it."

Mac sighed, because he knew she was right. "Call me... the second anything happens... alright?" He said, making sure she knew how serious he was. She nodded and Mac walked over to the bed again. "Don't you die, alright? I'll be back. Same time tomorrow." And with that he went home. But sleep certainly didn't come to him.