Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own Heroes, Bananaphone, The Cuppycak Song, or the idea for this fic. Don't sue me. Especially don't Mary-Sue me; those things are dangerous. If you want to read the story that inspired this one, it's A Deadly Game Of Phone Tag, by TwilightsCalling.
Chapter 2
Sylar wondered who he should call next. Then he saw something on the TV that caused brilliant idea number two to appear…
H H H H
Peter Petrelli was doing nothing worth specifying when something landed on his head. After reflexively firing off a few bolts of electricity, he stopped to look at the package, which turned out to be a small black box. Suddenly, music started to play from inside the black box:
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Bananaphone!
Boop boop ba doop ba doop
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Bananaphone!
Peter unwrapped the package, and discovered a cellphone inside. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mrs. Goldenbreyer? I'm calling about your dead puppy…"
"What?"
"I'm so sorry for your loss…"
"What are you talking about?"
"PHONE TAG! YOU'RE IT!"
"I'm confused…why is Sylar suddenly more interested in playing Phone Tag than he is in murdering people?"
Because this is my story, and Sylar shall do what I tell him to when I'm writing about him…speaking of Sylar, let's see what he's doing now:
Sylar had his iPod earphones in, and was singing along with the song he was listening to.
You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear
Well, that was mildly disturbing. But, I think you see my point.
"Yes indeed."
Review if you liked, but no flames, please. Oh, and thanks to my collaborator in this chapter, Bobness.