[Location: Egbert Household, Maple Valley, WA_]
[Date: June 13, 2009_]
-gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering EctoBiologist [EB] at 1:15 PM-
GG: hi john!
GG: happy birthday!:-)
-EctoBiologist [EB] has logged on-
EB: hi jade.
EB: thanks btw.
GG: So…how has it been so far?:-)
EB: so far so good, i guess. i've just had this weird feeling that something bad's gonna happen.
GG: oh…well, im sure things will be okay!:-D
EB: thanks jade. you always know how to cheer me up.
GG: :-)
-gardenGnostic has ceased pestering EctoBiologist [EB] at 1:22 PM
John: log off your computer.
You get off your computer and get ready to go out. You finally have a job now, and you've been waiting all summer to get started on it.
John: start work.
You go to the house at the end of the street just in time to see a car pull out of the driveway. You give the driver a friendly, well-wishing wave as you walk up to the front door. You grab the spare key from under the welcome mat and enter the house. Casey, the child you're babysitting, is in the living room munching on goldfish crackers and watching some cartoon on TV. Her parents have left you a note.
John: examine note.
John,
Thank you again for babysitting Casey. She is to be in bed by nine. For dinner you can take her out or prepare something with whatever's in the kitchen (her favorite is spaghetti). You may also take her out to the park, if you'd like.
-Mr. and Mrs. Salamaander
Actually, the park sounds like a great idea!
John: take Casey and go to park!
You take Casey outside to play at the park. You watch her run around from a bench beneath a tree, and blink as a feather falls onto your lap.
Eh, it's probably just a bird or something.
John: play Tag with Casey.
You run around and allow Casey to tag you. Her childish smile ignites a warm fire in your heart, and you decide you'd happily watch over her again.
John: take Casey home.
You take Casey back to her house after spending a good few hours at the park. You lock the door- safety first- and shut it behind you.
John: give Casey a bath.
You give Casey a bath. It goes significantly better than you'd anticipated, and in minutes, your temporary ward is clean and dressed up in a set of yellow footie pajamas.
John: make dinner.
Your cooking leaves much to be desired, so instead, you order in from a nearby Italian place.
Ding dong!
Wow! That was fast!
John: answer door.
You answer the door and take the food, giving the delivery man the exact amount of money asked for and then seeing him on his way.
John: eat dinner.
You are consciously aware of a voice in your head dictating your every action, but you ignore it in favor of food. You help Casey cut her pasta into more manageable portions and then eat your own food. Afterwards, it's time for bed.
John: nap.
You're a little worn out after looking after Casey. Now that she's tucked in, you suppose it wouldn't hurt to catch a few z's yourself. You curl up on the couch and fall asleep.
John: dream.
It's dark and cold, but you find you can see just fine. Voices drift near, and you're not entirely sure what's being said. Something about a marriage, you think. But between who? And…something about a…transmuscendence? What the hell is that?
A pair of red eyes bores into your very soul unnervingly…
John: be woken up by your clients.
You wake up to Mr. Salamaander shaking you gingerly, and quickly apologize for falling asleep. Mrs. Salamaander smiles at you and presses a wad of dollar bills into your hand before sending you on your way.
John: go home.
The street is dark, but that's no concern to you. You've walked this street many times before. You come to the driveway and shudder. It feels like someone's watching you, and for some reason, you can't help but remember those vivid red eyes from your dream. You shake your head, trying to get that image out, and enter your home.
John: go upstairs.
Your dad doesn't appear to be home yet. Either that or he's asleep and left the car in the garage for the night. In any case, he's not here in this room. You decide to go upstairs into your room before he can come down and scold you for coming home late.
John: check computer.
You figure you may as well log on to Pesterchum and see who's been pestering you. Then you realize you haven't told any of your friends about your babysitting job. They're probably really worried now. You hope at least one of them is still up do you can explain things.
Thankfully, it looks like Dave is on.
John: answer Dave.
-TurntechGodhead[TG] began pestering EctoBiologist [EB] at 3:00 PM-
TG: hey
TG: hey bro
TG: broseph
TG: you gonna answer me?
TG: ok
TG: whatever
TG: not like im important or anything
-EctoBiologist [EB] began pestering TurntechGodhead [TG] at 10:37 PM-
EB: uuuhhhhh hey dude!
TG: holy jesus THERE you are
TG: like
TG: where were you?
EB: sry i was working.
EB: babysitting.
TG: cool but
TG: give a bro some warning next time
TG: srsly
TG: that was uncool
EB: i know, and i'm sorry.
TG: whatever
TG: past shit man
TG: anyway
TG: bro got a record deal and
TG: i guess were moving now
EB: sweet! where to?
TG: someplace in washington i think
TG: idk
TG: anyways
TG: i gtg finish packing
TG: leaving tomorrow
EB: k. ttyl.
-EctoBiologist [EB] has ceased pestering TurntechGodhead [TG] at 10:45 PM-
TG: yeah
TG: bye man
-TurntechGodhead [TG] has logged off-
John: go to bed.
You shut down your computer for the night and crawl into your bed. You're not even in your pj's, but you don't really care. The clothes you're wearing now are pretty comfy anyway.
You close your eyes and go to sleep.
