So here we are with a longer chapter. :D O.O Oh crud. I just started listening to this song and got another craaaaaazy AU. Help me I'm getting AU Hunterfic ideas... I guess that's all right though. A bit dark though. No, a "bit" is not the word for it. It's way dark. Like, the first truly "dark" Gilliganfic I've ever had the idea for. OK, enough about the idea I just got... As it would cause severe twisting of character.
ON WITH THE STORY! What will happen to Gilligan?
The Hyde Effect- Chapter 2: Fight
.~GI~.
Gilligan and the Skipper had come back just in time for dinner. The Skipper was famished, but Gilligan didn't look at all excited about having dinner. He just sat down and watched while everyone else got their food.
After a while, Mary Ann noticed that Gilligan hadn't even begun to fill his plate. "Gilligan, aren't you going to eat something?" she asked.
"Yes, you haven't touched a thing," Mr. Howell agreed.
One side of Gilligan's mouth quirked up. "Well, I'm not really hungry," he said.
"After all of those bananas you ate today, I'm not really surprised," said the Skipper with an inch of gentle scorn.
"Actually, I'm not feeling very good," said Gilligan. "Can I just go lie down?" He was silently excused from the table. Gilligan shuffled off to his hut, slumping over a bit.
The Professor's brow furrowed. He had originally wondered if Gilligan's lack of appetite could be contributed to the oil, but it more seemed like a result of Gilligan eating too much before dinner.
I'll see how he is in the morning, he thought to himself.
.~GI~.
2 AM/
It was a crash loud enough to reach Hawaii.
There was shouting and banging. The Skipper jumped right out of his hammock, roused from his sleep. He noticed right off that Gilligan wasn't in his hammock. His first thought was What on earth is he doing?, but it quickly changed to What on earth has got him and why is it ransacking the supply hut?
The Skipper ran out of the hut, shouting the name of his first mate. A final smash and a thud came from the supply hut. He stopped by the door. "Gilligan, are you all right in there?" When he got no answer, he shoved the door open. There, sprawled on top of a box of spilled mangos, lay Gilligan. He looked as if he was passed out. "Gilligan!" exclaimed the Skipper, hurrying to his little buddy's side.
At the sound of the big man's voice, Gilligan's large eyes popped open. He scrambled up. "Has it gone, Skipper?" he asked, gripping a wooden board and looking around the room frantically. "Have I fought it off?"
"Fought what off?" asked the Skipper.
Gilligan blinked, his tense shoulders drooping. "Actually, I... I don't really remember what it looked like. But it was in the supply hut, and then I was in the supply hut, and I tried to fight it off, see?" The young man started to awkwardly swing the board around and make swooshing noises.
"Gilligan, stop that before you hurt me with it," the Skipper ordered, a bit wary of Gilligan's swinging. He did, after all, usually end up getting injured by Gilligan's accidents at times. Gilligan stopped. Then the Skipper started to ask him more questions. "Now, you can't remember at all what this thing looked like?"
"I don't know. It was too dark to tell," Gilligan explained. "And my eyes are all fuzzy." He blinked his eyes repeatedly as if he was trying to squeeze the sleep out of them.
"Well, what about height? Weight? Smell?"
Gilligan's eyes grew wide as his gaze focused on something behind the Skipper's shoulder. "Sk... Skipper," Gilligan whispered. "See for yourself."
The Skipper slowly turned around to look over his shoulder. He saw utterly nothing. "Gilligan, there's nothing there," he said, facing the younger man again.
But Gilligan's gaze was firmly focused on whatever was supposed to be behind the Skipper. He was tense and his grip on the board was firm. "Just... just don't move, Skipper; I'll get it," he said, his voice low and shaking.
The Skipper double-checked over his shoulder to make sure there was nothing there before again stating that there was nothing behind him. Meanwhile, Gilligan was getting closer to the Skipper, a funny sort of look gleaming in his eyes. It was the sort of look that instilled fear in an experienced sailor like Jonas Grumby. He took a step backwards.
"Skipper, no, don't do that, he'll-!" A panic hit Gilligan, and he brought down his board on whatever. Instead, it ended up hitting the Skipper square on the shoulder.
"Ohf!" he exclaimed. A stunning sort of pain zapped through his nerves and sent him stumbling down a bit.
"No, no, leave him alone!" Gilligan shouted, smashing various items in pursuit of the invisible... whatever. Now the Professor showed up, the girls and the Howells following close behind.
"What on earth is that awful racket?" cried Mrs. Howell.
Mr. Howell scrutinized the situation, then drew back in surprise. "Why, I think it's Gilligan!" he exclaimed, shocked.
Mrs. Howell looked surprised as well. "The poor boy needs to find better ways of expressing his anger," she said, oblivious as she could sometimes be.
The Professor, sensing the urgency of the situation, cautioned the others to stay back. "I don't think he knows what he's doing," he said. With that, he approached the hut and pulled the Skipper out. "Gilligan!" he called.
"He thinks he's fighting something," the Skipper explained, rubbing his stricken shoulder.
Both men watched as Gilligan smashed more things with his board, shouting things like "Get out!" and "No, don't go after them; they're my friends!"
"I'll stop him," said the Professor. The man cautiously approached the seemingly one-sided fight going on inside the storage hut.
Gilligan tensed up upon seeing that the Professor was coming inside. "No, Professor... st- stay back!" He held out his hand in caution. "He'll hurt you, he'll-!"
"Gilligan, there is no one else in here but you and I," said the Professor, edging closer. Gilligan looked off to the side, then back to the Professor. "Just come over to me," the man urged, beckoning Gilligan with his hand. Gilligan slowly moved closer to the Professor, keeping his wary blue-green eyes fixed on something to the side of the hut. "Come on. Leave it be." Gilligan dropped the board when he reached the Professor, then the two left the storage hut.
Once outside, Gilligan panicked again and slammed the door shut. "That'll teach you!" he shouted.
"Gilligan, look at me," the Professor ordered. The young man hesitantly tore his eyes away from the hut. "There is nothing in there. You're having a hallucination."
"A hallu-what?" asked Gilligan, bewildered.
"You're seeing things that aren't there," the scientist repeated in simple language.
"Gilligan, my boy, what was all that about?" questioned Mr. Howell, approaching Gilligan.
"He's having a hallucination, Mr. Howell," the Professor answered. He turned back to Gilligan. "Gilligan, come with me. You too, Skipper." The Skipper and Gilligan followed the scientist back to his hut.
The Professor had them sit down in chairs across from him. "Gilligan, when you briefly stopped by camp yesterday, what did you do?" he asked.
Gilligan started to think. "Let's see, um... oh yeah! I came back to get a drink of water," he said. "Except the water wasn't where it was supposed to be and I didn't know where to find it."
"Then what?"
"I came looking for you to ask if you knew where it was, but you weren't there. Lucky I found that juice you had on the table or I'd have died of thirst." He had a casual, innocent smile on his face when he brought up the juice.
The Professor looked him in the eye. "Gilligan, that wasn't juice," he said.
Gilligan's expression turned a total 360. "It wasn't?" he asked. Blood began to pulse through his ears. He swallowed, suddenly nervous.
"No. It was the oil I was making to fix our machines."
"Oh no, Professor," the Skipper began. "That means that... well... that Gilligan drank... that he drank something..."
"It may not be overly harmful, Skipper," the Professor explained.
"Good," Gilligan breathed.
The Professor continued, "But it may have caused that hallucination back at the supply hut."
Gilligan's eyes grew wide. "Bad," he said.
"Hopefully the effects are only temporary," said the Professor.
Gilligan smiled. "Good."
"But they may be pretty severe, and they could last for an entire day or more."
Gilligan drooped again. "Bad."
"Oh, Gilligan," the Skipper began, "How do you get yourself into these situations?"
Gilligan had nothing to say.
.~GI~.
EDIT 5/24/14: Fixed a minor punctuation error
I enjoyed writing the last dialogue section of this chapter... for some reason. XD
Also, seeing as I haven't started the next chapter yet, it could be a while before next update. This is an issue in my multichapter stories, I should warn you... It took me an entire year and a month to finish writing a 9-chaptered story... so beware. XD
Please review! :D And I'm also gonna see if I can get a good cover image for this story. I do draw my own, by the way. I can draw Gilligan without a reference now and I need to try my hand at drawing the others. XD