Okay, the second chapter of my depressing fic.
Thank you to SisiDraig and BrieStarWarsQueen for reviewing.
As ever, I do not own the Mighty Boosh
Vince lay on the sofa covered in a large blanket, his eyes red and puffy from crying. A beige shirt hung off of his thin frame that used to belong to Howard. It still smelt of Howard faintly, although the smell was beginning to be replaced by that of his own.
"Vince, why don't you come out with us? You need to get out of here for a bit." Naboo asked. He handed the Goth a flyer.
"Piss off Naboo." was the reply. It was the same reply that had been given every time, yet Naboo still tried to get him to move from the sofa that he had now occupied since Howard had died.
"Fine. But I doubt that Howard would have wanted you to mope around…"
"He gave up Naboo. He gave up because of me. He didn't care what happened after he was gone. All he wanted was an escape," Vince cried, "He's gone because we didn't notice his problem. He was depressed and we made it worse. We didn't even stop to think what we were doing to him."
Vince buried his face into the blanket and cried into the soft material. The blue clad shaman took this as his sign to leave.
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Vince slowly uncurled from his human ball and carefully set the blanket to his side. He made sure that the shaman and his familiar were gone before sneaking into the potion filled room.
He stood in front of the poster of Rudi and Spider with a look of deep concentration. Trying to remember the words and motion Naboo used to open the compartment. He recited the incantation and watched, pleased with himself, as the mounted poster swung open.
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Bollo stiffened, something was going on and it didn't feel right. He scanned the crowd for Naboo. A difficult task when most of the crowd were wearing platform boots meaning that the tiny shaman was lost amongst the dancers.
The feeling was getting worse. He started to move through the swarm.
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Vince opened the book's ancient pages and searched for something that would fix his shattered soul.
He grinned as his searching stopped. His finger traced the words slowly as his voice filled the empty flat with mystical words.
Then there was…. nothing. Not a poof of smoke or a loud noise. Nothing happened.
"W…w…what?" Vince asked the thin air desperately. He was on the verge of breaking down in sobs.
He scanned the page again looking to see if he had made any mistake with the incantation. No, he had done everything as the book had instructed. No mistakes with the incantation. He had done everything right.
He curled in on himself body shaking as he sobbed into his hands.
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Naboo hadn't been too harsh on Vince when he had returned. Instead Bollo had taken him to his room where the young man had cried himself to sleep. The few words Bollo could make out were 'tried' and 'Howard'.
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"What he done?" The familiar asked curiously. He took the Book from Naboo to take back to its shelf.
"I'm not sure. From what I made out, nothing happened. But there will be some repercussions from this."
Okay. I swear that the next chapter will contain happy at the end. So review to let the happy begin!!!!