A/N: Decided to go ahead and post Chapter 2 while I'm still figuring out how this thing works. Sorry the chapters are so short but 1 and 2 are basically tests. Also Stinky's dialogue is a bit hard to write. It's all "Accent-accent-homespun saying-$10 vocabulary word". XP
So anyway, now who wants to play "Spot the Reference"? XD
I own nothing; don't know why you keep asking me.
Chapter 2
Incipere
I walked her into the kitchen and we sat down at the table while Aunt Stinky got us a couple of glasses of lemon-fish juice. Even though we got a lot of relatives living under one roof, dinners are usually pretty quiet here. None of us Petersons are really "talkers", ya know? We all tend to be pretty laconic. So I was not really looking forward to this yarn I'm about to spin. It's… long and complicated and parts of it don't make any kind of dang sense even if you KNOW what's going on, and really I don't have the slightest idea.
I looked her in the eye and couldn't help wincing. She looked the same, but… not the same. And to explain this all properly I was gonna have to tell her… everything. Just EVERYTHING.
I didn't even know where to start, so I just opened my mouth and started talking…
It all started on a perfectly nice ordinary day, which was really not fair at all. I mean some warning would've been nice. Crazy prophetic dreams never come when you actually NEED 'em, ya know? "Build it and they will come. Oh, and try not to accidently destroy the balance of the universe. Watch out for that."
Okay, I guess I should give you a little exposition, huh? Well, we live in a town called Hillwood, and it… it ain't exactly NORMAL, if you know what I mean. Not so much you'd tell right way, but once you've been here awhile and took a good look around, yeah… it's pretty clear…
There's a comic book I read once, about this girl who was sort of a goddess. Only she didn't KNOW it and her friends all had to run themselves ragged trying to keep her from finding out, in case she decided to chuck reality out the window and start all over again.
That's… SORT of what's going on here. Only not exactly. The truth is I really don't think any one of us really knows exactly what it is we've got on our hands here.
Okay, before I just confuse you even further let me get on with the story. There's a boy here in town who's practically the center of our universe, and a girl who's so all-fired head-over-heels in love with him that he basically IS. The center, I mean.
Their names are Arnold and Helga.
